Hello my dahlings. I was randomly trying to work on my other story, ATTWD, and I sort of came up with this idea. Anyway, enjoy!
Oh, and btw, this story was meant to be angsty, but by the last chapter it probably is...not...exactly...the way I planned it. Ah well, please try to ignore my writing mood swings.
Disclaimer: I own one pile of incomplete homework and will soon own an hour or so of detention for not doing it. That's all.
Oh, and yay for my awesome beta, I'm Nobody. Who Are You7
Harry stood in the Owlery, looking out of one of the empty windows. His eyes rested once again on the scorched stone and dead grass that were visual reminders of the battle that had occurred last semester. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as the burning, roiling pain came back to him again. God, no. Is it too much to ask just to forget? He thought.
"To forget what, Harry?" A voice came from behind him, shaking him away from his troubled thoughts. Harry winced. He had apparently voiced his last angsty thought out loud. He turned quickly around, his feet crunching on the emaciated bones of small rodents, to see Draco Malfoy standing at the entrance to the Owlery, a peculiar look on his pale pointed face.
Malfoy looked slightly nervous, and Harry – well, he could have sworn Malfoy was smiling. Harry narrowed his eyes. The look on Malfoy's face intrigued him and slightly scared him at the same time. He trusted nearly nobody now, least of all Malfoy the flip-flop traitor to his own cause. Harry hadn't known how to act around Malfoy anymore since he had been proven to be on the same side as Harry during the final battle. Should he be grateful? Friendly? Suspicious? He didn't know what to think. Well, how do you act when your old nemesis from school suddenly decides to fight for the cause that you are supporting?
Malfoy caught his gaze, and somehow Malfoy's gray eyes pierced right through Harry, pinning him to the wall, rendering him immobile. Malfoy advanced closer, his look secretive and dangerous, unfathomable, but not, for some odd reason, threatening. "How about we forget our disagreements, Harry? It seems, to me, a very desirable thing to forget." He was so close now that they were almost touching. Harry could fell Malfoy's warm breath on his cheek, and his voice was in Harry's ear. "And," said Malfoy, "please, we are not enemies, so call me Draco."
Malfoy – Draco – gave Harry that strange look once again, and swept from the room.
Harry shook his head and exhaled loudly, not sure just why he had been holding his breath. In that instant when they were just a millimeter apart, Harry had felt the electricity flow through the almost-connection of their bodies, he hadn't been sure whether he had wanted to move forwards or backwards. He wasn't sure which way to go now.
"Damn it, Mal- Draco!" Harry said quietly. "Why are you messing with me?"
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