Author: Anonymous Potter Lover
Genre: romance, humor, general
Rating: M/R
Summary: Harry gets upset with Malfoy, Hermione tries to get him to see some sense, and both Harry and Draco go away feeling emotional.
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Once Again In Dreams
Chapter 8: Part 2
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Harry gaped at the sight of Draco Malfoy flying off into the distance on a broom. He could have sworn that he was trying to kill himself. After all, he was kicking and screaming the whole time that Harry was trying to pull him back.
He started to turn back toward the door when he noticed that Draco was coming back toward the window. Harry dove to the side as Draco flew carefully through the opening and right at him, landing on the cold stone floor near the door.
"I told you I wasn't trying to off myself," he said haughtily.
Harry gave Malfoy a dark look, got up, and dusted himself off.
"Whatever. I don't give a flying fuck. I'm leaving."
And with that Harry whirled around and pushed past him through the door.
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Hermione looked up as Harry stomped into the common room and sat down in a huff on the opposite side of the couch. She glanced down and memorized the page of the book she had left off on, then closed the book, setting it down gently on the sidetable.
"I suppose this is something to do with Malfoy," she said carefully.
A muffled 'yeah' was all she got in response.
"Want to talk about it?"
"…Not really."
"Alright then," she said calmly, picking up her book and resuming her reading.
It was silent for a few moments.
"He's being a prat again," Harry blurted out.
"And how's that any different from how he is normally?" Hermione queried, glancing up at him from over the top of her book.
"Well…see…I sort of thought that he was going to try and…kill himself."
Hermione's eyes lit with concern and she put the book down again.
"What do you mean? He seems pretty stable to me," she trailed off.
"He is."
"Then what's the problem?"
"He nearly ran me over on his broom doing it, the stupid git," Harry mumbled, frowning.
"I'm sure he didn't run into you on purpose, Harry."
"Mhm. Of course not. He wouldn't hurt a fly."
"If you're determined to be upset over this maybe you should go talk to him about it. Resolve the issue and all that."
"But…Hermione!"
"What? It's a simple matter. You're angry. He's probably angry. Go talk to him and solve it. It's that easy."
"But Hermione…" whined Harry.
"No buts. Go," she instructed with authority.
Harry grumbled and got up. He turned to glare at her for a moment and then stalked out of the common room and toward the dungeons. Hermione simply chuckled to herself and picked up her book again.
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"Hey!" Harry shouted. "Hey, open up!"
He knocked viciously on the wall where the entrance to the Slytherin dorms were. No one answered so he lurked around until a Slytherin student came by. He jumped out and grabbed the kid by the arm.
"Can you get Malfoy for me please? I need to talk to him," he said tightly and with some difficulty.
At first the Slytherin simply looked at him with disdain but after Harry gave him a look that said 'open that door now or I shall hex you to hell and back' he promptly opened the doorway to the common room and disappeared to find Malfoy. After a few moments Malfoy appeared and gave Harry a quick once over.
"What exactly are you doing here, Potter?"
"I wanted to…talk," he grumbled. "Or rather, Hermione wanted me to talk."
"Ah. I suppose the mudblood controls the rest of your life as well, then."
"Don't call her that!" Harry burst out angrily. "She's not any lower than you, Malfoy, and you're not any better than her."
Draco merely sneered at him.
"Look, I came here to talk so that's what I'm going to do," Harry said with growing impatience. "I hate that you nearly killed me in the Astronomy tower today and I wanted to know if you were trying to run me over."
"Why in Merlin's name would I want to kill you?!"
"Oh, perhaps as a tribute to dear old Voldie," Harry replied with harsh sarcasm. "After all, I am the Boy-Who-Lived. You'd be his favorite little henchman after killing me. I am the only thing standing between him and the total control and destruction of the wizarding world."
Draco recoiled as if slapped. "Is that what you think of me?"
"If I have no proof otherwise, yes," Harry said coldly. "And I'm quite sure at the moment that you're deserving of it."
They stood and looked at each other for a few moments, Harry bestowing the full effects of a malevolent dagger-glare on Draco, and Draco simply taking it. Finally the silver blonde moved to speak.
"I need to finish my Potions essay," he murmured quietly. "Excuse me."
With that last decisive sentence he stepped back into the common room and the doorway closed behind him. Harry stood fuming at it awhile before finally returning to the common room in anger to sort himself out.
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A/N: Er, I realize that I haven't done such a fantastic job at ending this bit. It's rather cut-off feeling and I apologize for that. However, it is a new chapter, so please review as usual and tell me what you think! :3
