Draco was pacing around his room, his thoughts a storm about the future. This had to be the year Harry Potter & Co. was graduating and that meant he would graduate with them. He knew that something was going to happen soon and now that Voldemort was publicly killing muggles, mudbloods and even a half-blood…well, what could he do?
The final showdown was just on the horizon and he was stuck in the middle. In fact he was contemplating an insane plan involving the kidnapping of Hermione Granger. He wanted to drag her off into the sunset, FAR from any sort of evil Death Eater types. He knew it was useless, first she would manage to escape and second there were always going to be Death Eater types, they were Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, no matter how many glamours they put on themselves, they would be found.
Draco's eye caught the setting sun outside his window, it was definitely getting dark, and he could have sworn it was noon but no, not according to the sun. Draco snarled and walked over to his closet to pick out something to wear for dinner, it was spring solstice and they always had a huge feast for the occasion. Draco emerged from his room fully dressed and there was Hermione, sitting in front of the fire, reading a book.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me?" Draco asked from behind her.
"I didn't even realize it was that late," Hermione snapped her book closed and stood up, turning around to face him.
"So? Will you join me?" Draco held out his arm to her, she looked down on it then back up at him.
"I'm sorry Draco, you go on ahead of me, I still have to get ready," Hermione murmured.
"Oh, alright then I'll see you later," Draco murmured and hurried out.
Draco sat next to the lake on a bench, it was already clear of ice. It was morning and he sat thinking. Tomorrow would be the day that Voldemort would come to Hogwarts's very door and try to take it like a rich child who simply pointed and said "I want that, give it to me." Draco remembered when he actually used to say that and his father or mother would smile either adoringly or coldly and buy him whatever it was. Once he wanted a unicorn, you could imagine how that went down. He couldn't believe how many of those shimmering white horses showed up the next day on his door step for his choosing.
The waters broke before him but it was just one of the arms of the giant squid. He sighed and leaned back, he half-heartedly wanted to talk to the mermaid Priestess. He looked around the shores and noticed Harry Potter sitting a few yards away, leaning forward with his head down almost to the ground.
"Hey," Draco got up and walked over; Harry slowly looked up at the other.
"What do you want?" Harry growled.
"Just wondering what you were doing out here," Draco murmured, he could feel Harry roll his eyes.
"I just came out here to think. Don't worry, I won't try to drown myself or try to hang myself from one of the trees," Harry grumbled, hunching his shoulders even more.
"Why? Are you thinking about actually doing it?" Draco asked he felt suddenly awkward. He thought melancholy asshole was his job, not Potter's.
"Everyone thinks so ever since the found me with a pint of blood draining out of my wrists in a bathtub a couple days ago. I'm surprised nobody's running out to see if I'm alright and drag me back into that wretched castle," Harry replied, his voice really did resemble a deep growl.
"Um…are you an idiot or am I just missing something here?" Draco asked, Harry slowly looked up at him and stared for a very long time then Draco saw it, the white bandages peeking out of his sleeves.
"Holy sh-" Draco slowly started backing away but Harry stood up, pissed.
"What right do you have to judge me?! Don't talk to me, don't look at me. You had best stay away from Hermione also, she doesn't need you! All you'll do is break her heart and she is the last person that needs that. You don't know me; nobody knows me, least of all you. Fuck, you only see my weaknesses to get a rise out of me. To get attention and now that I've finally broken down, you're actually trying to talk to me like I'm a regular human being? I don't buy it Malfoy, don't you dare think that you can just waltz in, tip your hat and say hey chaps, lovely day righ'? You've got another thing coming," Harry hissed, following Draco back over the grassy fields. Draco suddenly frowned and stopped. He crossed his arms over his chest as Harry stood there, panting from his rage.
"Calm your marble faery tits, you don't expect me to swallow the bullshit you just spewed? I know you're an idiot, we all know it but back at you! You have never tried to get to know me. I bet every penny of my father's fortune that you haven't. Another thing, why would you care about who Hermione hangs around? You're so busy on your secret missions that you don't even think about how much you've been hurting her by running off without telling her. Hell, I'm being more gentle than you and you're her best fucking friend," Draco shouted back.
"You are the most stuck up little bastard I've ever me-" Harry was up in his face now and Draco was just about to lung at him when Hermione shouted behind them.
"What is going on here?" Hermione got between them.
"Nothing Hermione," Harry murmured, crossing his arms to hide the bandages, Draco narrowed his eyes at the other.
"Look, I think you're both a little old for school yard brawls so why don't you just go to your corners and cool down?" Hermione suggested, Harry nodded and walked off by himself without giving them another glance.
"What was that about?" Hermione turned to Draco.
"Did you tell him about us?" Draco asked her, she frowned.
"There is no us to talk about," she said and started back to the castle.
"Then why did he say something about it?" Draco called after her. She froze then slowly turned back around.
"It's kind of hard not to see it even if we're fighting it," Hermione replied quietly.
"You mean, you're fighting it," Draco snapped back.
"Don't you see Draco?" She walked back to him. "It could never possibly work because you have always been the enemy. It would be like if Snape had married Lily Potter," Hermione said.
"So that's it then? You're already engaged," Draco crossed his arms.
"What?! That's not what I said. Look, Draco it just wouldn't work out, you already told me we're too different and couldn't be in the same room together," Hermione pointed out before turning to walk away from him.