Hey so I have a few days off of work so I'll write another chapter since I got such a great response for the last one. Enjoy!
It was another dismal day in Hogs Head. Same blighters as usual but today George had a certain someone on his mind. His mind was filled with the younger man for the past week.
George had tried to see Draco all week but he had evaded him. Taking a different shift at the bookstore or flying off on his broom as soon as he was done with work or taking a different way home from work.
Today was different. George would surely get Draco's attention and have a chat with him. George wanted to know what these feelings were. He had never been in love before and didn't even know if that was what he was feeling. He had liked many girls in Hogwarts when he was a school lad but now, Draco was all he could think about.
George felt a slap on the back of his head and snapped out of his thoughts immediately, "Bloody hell! What was that for?"
It was George's boss, "Bugger! Get your mind out of the clouds and get back to work or I'll find someone else who can do your job better!"
George snickered, "Who else would want to work for a cheeky boss like you? I think I'll take my chances."
George's boss ignored the comment and went to the back, "Isn't it about time you went home, pillock?"
That made George look at the time and a curse left his lips before shooting out the door. He would be late to see if Draco was getting off of work. He had brought his broom this time.
Just in time, Draco was cleaning off the books and putting them away on the shelves before turning out the lights and then locking up the store. When that was done he took to his broom and started flying.
George followed lower and a little ways behind Draco so he wouldn't be spotted.
Draco flew for a long time. Where was he going?
He flew all the way to the outskirts of Hogwarts, landing on the ground gently. Draco stared at the school off in the distance. It was still being repaired, there was a lot of damage from when the death-eaters attacked it.
George landed a little ways behind Draco and spied on him behind a tree.
It looked as though Draco had some remorse for what happened. George decided he would confront Draco about why he came here.
"I didn't expect a Malfoy to come to Hogwarts," George said as he approached Draco from behind.
Draco turned around quickly, his eyes welled up with tears which he quickly wiped away, "What, did you follow me here? Always like a Weasley to muddle in other peoples business."
George narrowed his eyes at Draco for the remark but the statement seemed true, "So what if we do? It's only because we care. Unlike the Malfoy's who always cause problems and act like toffs."
Draco swung his arms out in protest as he retorted, "Yes when I was a child I wanted to do whatever my father said to make him proud! But when I grew older and saw what friends I could have had and what life I was now stuck in… it was too late! I had to be that person to survive! A goodie-goodie Weasley like yourself would never understand the life of a Malfoy."
George was taken aback. He didn't know how Draco's life was, nor did he care back then. It made sense that he would have been forced by his parents hands and also Voldemort's to be the person he had to be to survive, "Then why would you try to kill Dumbledore?"
Draco felt a sting in his heart when he heard the name, Dumbledore was always on his mind, the look on his face when he flew off the side of the tower. It haunted him to his core to think about., tears started to form in his eyes again, "Are you mad? I never wanted Dumbledore to die! He was one of the only people who knew the real me and how I helped Harry Potter and Hermione and Ron! They never would have known about the Basilisk if it weren't for me!" Draco gasped, he never wanted anyone to know that he helped them.
Draco secretly, all his life, wanted to be part of them but with his parents and Voldemort breathing down his back he never had the chance. All he could ever do was drop hints and clues and warnings to them to help them survive.
Now that his secret was revealed he couldn't bare the ridicule from his parents or other death-eaters if they were to find out what he'd done. He took his broom and flew off as fast as it could take him.
George stood there, trying to register what he had just heard. A Malfoy trying to help Harry Potter? He had heard from Harry that Draco's mother was also trying to help him. Maybe what Draco was saying was the truth. Before he could ask any questions, Draco had flown off. George couldn't get to his broom in time to chase.
What would George do with this information? Surely he didn't want it exposed. Maybe he would sit on it for a while, or discuss it with Harry to get his thoughts on the matter.
Well that's all for tonight! Sorry guys but I need to rest my brain for a week or so while I move! I shall be back in a week or two. Much love!