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Draco's POV
It's raining But I don't care. The skies are telling my feeling. Actually, I'm thankful it's raining. A year ago, if someone told me I would be crying over Granger sitting next to Potter in a year later, I would think they were crazy. But here I am. Just crying, for god knows reason why.
Maybe I'm crying for Hermione. Maybe I'm crying for Potter. Why? Why would I ever cry for Potter? Because, as much as I hate to admit it. He is one heck of a wizard. Not many wizards would come out alive, after facing Voldemort over than four times. Hell, an average wizard would just die.
Only the last time Potter ever faced Voldemort, he didn't come out alive. Sure, he was living and breathing seating next to me. But his soul, his heart died that night with so many other's lives. Mine did. It's sort of a hollow feeling. And, there's this little voice in my head that tells me that I should have been nicer to the girl who saved my life.
Sure, I was kinder to her during seventh year. But mostly because she came back looking hot, and was the only girl who didn't like me. Nothing else. Boy, I was wrong about her being the only one who didn't like me. She said she loved me before falling into a coma. No one loved me. They lust, but never love.
Malfoys aren't loved. But then, Malfoys don't get saved by a muggleborn. Potter looks at me curiously. I snap at him.
"What are you looking at?"
"Are.are you crying?"
"No."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not! Why does it matter to you anyway?"
"I want to know why. You never cry."
"Malfoys never cry."
"Aren't you a Malfoy?"
I think about the last word. Was I a Malfoy?
"No, Harry. Not anymore."
".......You called me Harry."
"Yeah. Since we're going to be to at Hogwarts for a long time, might as well get used to it."
"Oh.all right, Mal.Draco."
"Harry? Do you think anyone would miss me if I dropped dead?"
"Hermione would."
"Hermione is in a coma because of ME!!!"
"Maybe. But her attempt to save your life would go to waste if you died. So live. Live long, for her."
"For once, you have a point Potter. But we're all going to die, someday."
"I know. Carpe Diem, Draco."
"Enjoy the present." I whispered.
Both of us are getting soaked but we don't care. Rain is nothing compared to what I've endured. Nothing would compare to what I've seen and been through. Nothing.
Draco's POV
It's raining But I don't care. The skies are telling my feeling. Actually, I'm thankful it's raining. A year ago, if someone told me I would be crying over Granger sitting next to Potter in a year later, I would think they were crazy. But here I am. Just crying, for god knows reason why.
Maybe I'm crying for Hermione. Maybe I'm crying for Potter. Why? Why would I ever cry for Potter? Because, as much as I hate to admit it. He is one heck of a wizard. Not many wizards would come out alive, after facing Voldemort over than four times. Hell, an average wizard would just die.
Only the last time Potter ever faced Voldemort, he didn't come out alive. Sure, he was living and breathing seating next to me. But his soul, his heart died that night with so many other's lives. Mine did. It's sort of a hollow feeling. And, there's this little voice in my head that tells me that I should have been nicer to the girl who saved my life.
Sure, I was kinder to her during seventh year. But mostly because she came back looking hot, and was the only girl who didn't like me. Nothing else. Boy, I was wrong about her being the only one who didn't like me. She said she loved me before falling into a coma. No one loved me. They lust, but never love.
Malfoys aren't loved. But then, Malfoys don't get saved by a muggleborn. Potter looks at me curiously. I snap at him.
"What are you looking at?"
"Are.are you crying?"
"No."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not! Why does it matter to you anyway?"
"I want to know why. You never cry."
"Malfoys never cry."
"Aren't you a Malfoy?"
I think about the last word. Was I a Malfoy?
"No, Harry. Not anymore."
".......You called me Harry."
"Yeah. Since we're going to be to at Hogwarts for a long time, might as well get used to it."
"Oh.all right, Mal.Draco."
"Harry? Do you think anyone would miss me if I dropped dead?"
"Hermione would."
"Hermione is in a coma because of ME!!!"
"Maybe. But her attempt to save your life would go to waste if you died. So live. Live long, for her."
"For once, you have a point Potter. But we're all going to die, someday."
"I know. Carpe Diem, Draco."
"Enjoy the present." I whispered.
Both of us are getting soaked but we don't care. Rain is nothing compared to what I've endured. Nothing would compare to what I've seen and been through. Nothing.