I knew I said I was going to get straight to the funeral, but I didn't have time to type it up. I will have it up as soon as I can. So for now, here's this.
Enjoy!
-Autumn
xoxoxoxox
"Hello, Potter." Draco said with a slight nod in Harry's direction. He felt Hermione scoot away from him. His side of the bed sunk down under his weight as she stood and smoothed her dress. With a lot of will power, he kept his eyes from wandering.
"Harry," she said softly. She walked to him. Draco watched as Harry's eyes seemed to search Hermione's face.
"What is he doing in here?" he whispered to her. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Oh you know, Potter. Stopping in for a quick shag before we go to her boyfriend's funeral. Because I'm such a bastard."
Potter looked at him, and Draco felt a flash of fear at his eyes. There was something different in them, more pain than he had ever seen before. The innocence had been leached from them, and he noticed that it was not only his eyes. His face was no longer open to his emotions, but was hard and guarded. He looked like he had lost some weight and hadn't been sleeping well.
He was no longer the happy little boy flying around on his new Nimbus 2000 that Draco remembered him to be in his first year.
No, he was a man now, and though Draco would grudgingly admit he was quite handsome, he looked older than the rest of them. He wore a short sleeved button up black dress shirt, and his arms were covered in bruises and scars, and fresh cuts. His left wrist looked swollen and he noticed the burn marks there.
Harry stepped closer and looked down at Draco, who was still sitting on Granger's bed. He met his cold, emerald gaze.
"Do you think you're funny, you slimy ferret? Do you? Let me let you in on a little secret; you're not." His voice was low and resembled a feral growl. "A good man was lost. A good man who defended you through many a battle, who backed me up numerous times against your father's old mate Voldemort."
Draco felt his cheeks heat, and he stood up so he was eye to eye with the black haired young man. "Don't you ever, ever talk about my father, Potter-"
"Or what? What, exactly, is it you plan on doing? Are you going to fight me, Malfoy? Try and be hard? Because let me tell you, in the past week I have killed nearly a hundred men, and I have no problem adding one more to that list. Maybe I'll even break a record." He hissed.
"Record? planning on becoming the next Dark Lord? The next psychotic murderer we have to deal with? Is that why you are so keen on killing him?" Draco taunted, fighting down the fear that he felt in his stomach.
Apparently forgetting his wand, Harry took a swing at Draco, who narrowly missed it. Harry let out a sharp bark of a laugh.
"Oh, so I see you are managing to live up to your reputation as a Slytherin coward?" Harry asked viciously. "Are you scared, Ferret? Scared of, what was it you used to call me, ah, yes, little Potty?"
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked as he dove down at the blonde haired boy, who felt his face warm in anger. "Harry James Potter, stop it immediately!"
"Yeah, Potter, why don't you listen to the little know-it-all for once?" he asked, feeling guilty about insulting Granger but wanting to strike a nerve in Harry, who was straddling him now.
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy!" he demanded. Then, a fist collided with his jaw, and he could taste blood. He stared up in shock. Had Potter just decked him?
Judging by the satisfied smirk he had on his face, he had. He leaned down, and Draco felt utterly awkward in the position they were in. Harry's mouth was close to his ear, and he could feel his hot breath.
"That was Ron's goodbye message to you, mate." He whispered, and quickly got off the blonde man. Draco looked up to see Hermione standing across the room from them, looking very pale indeed. She was looking at Potter in slight fear.
"What this I hear from Ginny about you and him, eh?' he shouted. "She flooed to my flat in London a wreck last night! Says she suspects you of sleeping with this!" he yelled, pointing at Draco.
Feeling angry and defensive, Draco jumped to his feet. "Don't flatter me, Potter." He drawled. Harry raised a brow.
"I believe I already did, and quite literally." He said. He turned back to the muggle born girl. "I can't believe you. You've just found out your best friend of nearly seven years and your boyfriend of the past year has been killed, and YOU FUCK DRACO BLOODY MALFOY?!" he bellowed. "HOW COULD YOU? HE WAS PLANNING ON MARRYING YOU, HERMIONE!"
Hermione had tears streaming down her face.
Draco stood still, watching them both closely. How odd it was to see the last two remaining of the 'Golden Trio' looking at each other as though they had never seen each other plainly before. Oh, yes, very odd, indeed.
They all stood in silence for the good part of the next half hour.
Finally, Granger worked up the courage to speak.
"We never slept together. There is nothing at all between me and Draco. I loved Ron." She paused, and wiped at her eyes. "I know what Ginny saw, but it was not what she apparently thinks. I will speak with her. Now, if both of you will leave so I can finish getting ready to say goodbye to the man I loved."
Harry watched her for a moment, before turning on his heel and briskly walking out of the room. Draco didn't know what to say.
"Please leave," she whispered.
"I'll be downstairs when you are ready to leave," he murmured. Before he closed the door, he turned at looked into her chocolate brown eyes, and gave her a small smile. "It will be okay. I promise," he said.
