July 16th, 2002
Ron wasn't happy. Nor was Mrs. Weasley and I get it but still I wasn't going to stand by and let her insult a crying man just to make herself feel better or righteous. I kept my distance hanging around George and helping in the shop since Ron refused to come in. Ron was being childish but that is always how he deals with the situation which always pissed me off but I wasn't going to allow him to win by me going over and apologizing for a well deserved slap.
"So Malfoy, huh?" George winked.
"I have no idea what you mean," I answer wearily as I put that last box on the shelf.
"I know you know what I mean," George laughed smacking me on the back.
"I don't have time for this George I'm not into Malfoy like that," I sigh as I put my coat on to head over to Malfoy's shop to help him out.
"Yeah, yeah, okay but when you decide to make your move I will help," George waved me away still not believing me. I wasn't sure I believed me but I am NOT going deeper into that.
July 17th, 2002
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My mind cannot wrap around Malfoy. I mean I tried and tried and tried to get inside his head but he refuses to let me in. So, I decided to let him in instead. It is a stupid idea and if Hermione and Ron knew about what I told Malfoy they would be furious. I told him everything including things I never told my two best friends. He knows me now more then I know him. He just listened and listened and listened and when I was done I was a crying mess and he stood up from his stool in the lab and wrapped his arms around me like a mother to a child and held me until I stopped crying. Malfoy broke my walls. I was supposed to save him yet he saved me.
I need to repay the man that held me together for longer then I remember.
When has this journal writing become so serious?
July 18th, 2002
Malfoy was wearing the same outfit Snape used to wear. He looked at me before looking down at the ground as if he was exposing something he doesn't really show other people. I realized that those were Snape's robes. I realized he probably wears them when he misses his godfather. I realized I was the first person to see him wearing the outfit at all.
"They look good on you Malfoy," I complimented with a smile.
"Draco," Malfoy began looking at me with desperate eyes as if he needed me to accept him which is ridiculous because I already did.
"You look great Draco," I repeated my compliment as I pick up a flask and stood next to him to help him with his potion. He threw me a small smile which brightened up my day entirely. He hasn't looked so content in all the last few weeks I have been with him.
Today was the first day that I felt that I wished I accepted his friendship all those years ago. But I guess I can't go back in time and stop it I can only become his friend now.
July 19th, 2002
Hermione and Ron came over today uninvited halting me from going to help Draco, yes I started to call him that since yesterday it seemed to come easy now like it was meant to happen, and forced me to stay at home claiming they needed to talk to me about what happened a few days ago.
"Guys I really can't stay," I tried to reach the floo only to be blocked by Hermione.
"And where do you have to go that is so important?" Hermione shot at me and I flinched. I didn't want them to know about Draco because all they would do is bad mouth him about bullshit he did when he was a kid.
"You're not my mother Hermione and nor are you my problem fixer so I don't need you to intervene every time Ron and I have a fight," I growl trying to move around her again.
"We all need to talk about this Harry," she argued stepping towards me.
"It is none of your business where I go and when and next time if you want a serious talk tell me beforehand so I can free that time for you. I have a life outside of the great golden trio you know," I shot back before heading towards the door instead.
"Oh so you would rather hang out with the Death Eater then us," Ron growled finally speaking up.
"Look who found his own voice instead of using his wife to talk to me," I said sarcastically turning around to give him a sarcastic look of astonishment, "also at the moment, yes I do prefer hanging out with Draco then with you. And don't ever call him a Death Eater again Ronald Weasley because he didn't want to be one as much as I didn't want to be the fucking Chosen One."
"Harry-" Hermione tried but stopped when Harry raised his hand.
"You either tell me what you want to say in short or come back another time. I promised Draco I would help him reset up his shop that was destroyed because someone thought it was funny to mess with a man's life work," I glare waiting for her to make a decision.
"Make a choice," Ron spoke up again, "us or him."
I walked out of my apartment apparating away to Draco's Potion Emporium making the action my choice.
July 20th, 2002
Draco came over today after we finished the last batch of nutrient potion for kids. I was generally pleased to see the community ask if they could order basic potions if they were ready since they thought Draco was a great Potions Master. They kept genuinely coming by and offering to help and that he had their business once he opened his store once again. Draco always looked so surprised at the fact that people actually liked his work which showed how much he humbled himself over the years.
"Your apartment is a mess," Draco stated as he went around cleaning up a few broken pieces.
"Yeah lets just say I had to change my wards and floo connection to stop Ron from entering my place," I answered with a shrug making Draco turn to me with a raised eyebrow.
"Why would your best friend do that?" Draco asked which I noticed held no menace at all. Draco didn't even bother calling Ron a Weasel when at the moment I would totally agree with him.
"He made me decide you or him and it is kind of obvious who I chose," I shrugged.
"Don't lose him because of me Po-Harry," Draco always struggled to say my first name but always fixed himself.
"It wasn't because of you in particular I mean if I friended Parkinson, which I never will, he would have acted the same way. He couldn't see why Ginny was wrong and that I had no right to slap her when she took her insults too far. I mean he even ditched his own brother when his brother needed him to help manage the shop," Harry defended his choice standing up straighter.
"Still you guys always worked it out," Draco started, "believe me you would wish that you never lost him when he actually lost him for good."
"Draco," I began softly, "Ron has made his choice and hasn't been a loyal friend since we were seventeen. Every time we fought he would never allow himself to see that he might be wrong and I had to be the one to apologize. I shouldn't have to chase after him to be my friend I should expect him to be there and stand by my side without thinking about it. Ron wasn't like that I never knew if he had my back and he only had it if it was convenient to him. I mean I told you shit I never and will never talk tell him because I don't trust him to keep it, I don't trust him to understand and I don't trust him if he will be willing to accept it.
Draco don't ever think that you were the reason my friendship with Ron is falling apart. It was tearing at the seams for six years."
"I...thank you," was all he said as he went back to cleaning the apartment as payment for my help in the potions lab. With a smile I began to help pick up my mess and begin fresh once again.
Times like this I wished I let the sorting hat place me in Slytherin.
