We Don't Need Friendship
That Damn Bastard!
Harriah, when she reached the platform, searched him out. Her eyes peeled the platform for a hint of the familiar platinum blonde.
Nothing.
The entire ride to Hogwarts, she had been a nervous wreck.
She hadn't spoken to him since that night…and even they'd barley spoken- she couldn't even grab him at his trial.
She couldn't explain how she felt, surely things would've changed- surely-
Just as they made their way from the platform to the carriage- emerald met silver- she shifted so she could properly face him.
His lip's twisted into a smirk, his nose upturned, and his eyes were cold.
Nothing had changed.
Harri clenched her jaw and sharply turned her head away from him.
Through the entire Hogwarts Welcome feast, Harri fumed.
That night, she couldn't sleep- she blamed him.
She ate half a chocolate cake- she blamed him.
She had an uncomfortable sleep in the kitchen- she blamed him.
She woke up late- she blamed him.
She went to the wrong classroom- she blamed him.
She felt hurt and terrified- she blamed him.
When she saw him in potions, she was seething, she glared when he smirked her way after handing in his perfect potion, she saw red when they bumped into eachother and she dropped her books.
Forgetting her books, she watched him swagger away.
"YOU ROTTEN, FERRET-FACED- BASTARD!"
He stilled and turned around "Potter Wha-"
"Smack" the sound of her fist connecting with his nose vibrated around the hall.
Breathing heavily, she turned around to collect her books, only to have to duck as the stunner went past her. She turned around again, wand in hand. He had dropped his books, and rolled up his sleeves.
The two stared each-other down.
The hall was silent. No-one dared to move.
At the same time, they both fired of their first spell, and soon spells were flying- no-one tried to stop them.
They moved further down the hall, she dodged a bone crusher, whilst sending a swarm of locus his way and in-time to bring up a shield- she pushed him back with a strong breeze and dove as the ice spears flew over her head- she only managed a few stunners, as the floor beneath her began to shake- to give herself some time to settle she put up her best shield and created some fog- getting to more even ground she fired of a couple of slicers and chunks of armor at him to block the cutting curse, stinging hex, and bone crusher sent her way- and on the fight went.
She was sweating, covered in bruises and blood- even a few bites, her robes were messed up, her feet were sore, and she was starting to feel a slight strain on her magic, but she was not going to give up- no way! There was no-way she was going to loose to him!
She dodged the stunner and went to fire and stunner, when an ancient runes text book flew her way and hit her hand- her wand went flying and before she knew it- he had backed her against a wall and held her at wand-point.
She looked up at him "What are you going to do, Draco?"
He paused.
A tremor in the castle, flung the two back to the ground and the fight started again- wands were forgotten. She wasn't sure as to what she thought she was doing, but at the time all she could think of was that she wanted to maim the bastard.
Harri felt herself being thrown backwards and tumbling down a staircase, Malfoy had her pinned down at the edge of the staircase. He snarled down at her and she glared right back.
The two of them were at the tip of the staircase, which was not connected anywhere and with a jolt, Hari felt the staircase crack. Malfoy, leaned down and whispered "You're as useless as your mudblood of a mother" and with that the staircase gave way.
...
The two fell over one-hundred feet, slapping down on cold stone floor. Just before she landed, Harri felt a hand reach out and pull her towards his body.
Harriah Potter, lay unconscious, face down, her body lying diagonally from Draco Malfoy's her head resting half up on his shoulders, and her left hand sprawled in the middle of his chest. Unconscious, Draco Malfoy lay, face up, one hand just of Harriah Potter's waist, bringing her towards him.
The two were unconscious, for three weeks, two days and eighteen hours.
For three weeks, two days and eighteen hours, two bodies lay prone still and unmoving in a magical coma.
For three week, two days, and eighteen hours, the unconscious couple were the centre of attention.
Those who had seen it were instant celebrities and some were heroes amongst their friends. Stories were spun and grew wilder and wilder.
The area was sealed and no-one could enter, that only made people more curious. People, would slow down as they past the infirmary, 'accidently' get into trouble, take detours to classes, team up and have someone distract madam Pomfry- anything to get a peak at the prone pair.
A pair of eyes, slowly pealed open, blinking slowly as the owner, adjusted to the bright light above them.
White.
She was in the hospital wing.
She looked to the tip of the bed across from her. She didn't need to sit up to know who was in that bed. She looked to her right and was grateful to see the blue curtain that kept their privacy. Nosy teenagers, was the last thing she needed.
Looking up at the ceiling she mulled over as to what led her to this situation. Ahhh- lets see- she was angry- dropped books and she shouted at him…the rest was a blur. She remembered the floor shaking- Oh Merlin, she was tired- and her body ached- the floor snapped- and he-
Harriah sat up.
"You're as useless as your mudblood of a mother"
Oh, he said that, didn't he?
Harri stared at the body across from her, all feeling drained from her, as she watched his chest rise, up and down, up and down…Why did he say that? Why?
She lay back down and let that wash over her "You're as useless as your mudblood of mother". Did he really think that? Did others really think that of her? Now that Voldermort was gone…did people think of her as useless?...What else can she do, besides fight dark lords? What other skills did she acquire?
Nothing. That's what.
During her seven years of schooling, did she learn anything useful? No. She thought she was going to die, mind you. But still, did she just waste seven years? Was she better of dead?
May as-well, nothing else she could really contribute to- unless another dark lord pops up.
Harri stared up at the ceiling, her eyes blank, her mind consumed with those thoughts, completely unaware of her surroundings. Too consumed to even notice Draco get up from where he was, walk over to her bed, grab a seat and sit by her bed.
"Potter"
"Hmmmn"
"Potter, I'm sorry"
"Hmmmn"
"I'm Gay"
"Hmmmn"
"Your not even paying attention are you?"
"Hmmmn"
"POTTER"
"You're up?"
"Yes"
Harri turned to her side, so she could turn away from him. Which meant, she didn't see Draco reach out to turn her over again, only to hesitate and bring his hand back down again, nor did she see the concern his eyes held.
When he spoke his voice was soft "Listen, Pot- Harriah, I'm sorry- I didn't mean it- what I said" pause "It was stupid and at the time, all I can think of is that I wanted to hurt you. I know it's not much of an excuse- but I can honestly say I do regret it and I am sorry"
When Harri did not move to acknowledge him, Draco continued on "The feelings I felt, when I held you the other night- they were foreign to me and it just made everything seem so complicated- and I thought that if things went back to normal- back to before- back to when we were rivals- it would be simpler easier…I should have known, nothing with you would be simple- you have a knack for complicating things"
"Did you know, when we fell, my last thought was giving you a soft landing, I was terrified, Harriah, terrified for you"
At this, Harri's mind moved to the touch of his hand on her waist, just before they landed. She shut her eyes, to remember the feeling-then…a sound of the chair being dragged back and Draco getting up from his chair, made her open her eyes wide and turn around.
He standing looking at her and for the first time, she saw open fear and remorse, written on his features.
She stood up and faced him, so they were centimeters apart. She looked right at him, a small smile upturned on her features "Thank-you, Draco, I accept your apology, but your not forgiven"
He smiled- only to wince "You beat me up pretty well""
She laughed softly, only wincing a couple of times "Same to you too"
Harri, blinked up at him "You know, I ought to punch you for what you said"
Draco nodded "You can punch me later"
They both stood their, for a few minutes, both feeling unsure, suddenly hearing footsteps, they both jumped and rushed to their beds.
When Madam Pomfry left, Harri glanced a look Draco's way, before pulling the sheets over her head and falling asleep.
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The next morning, neither Draco and Harriah acknowledge each-other, during breakfast or when they got changed, just after their last check-up when Madam Pomfry allowed the all clear, did they look at each-other. Noticing the small uncertain smile on his face, Harri smiled back, the two then parted ways.
When Harri met Draco again, it was between classes.
She punched him in the nose.
Everyone watched confused, when nothing else happened and the two carried on walking to class, as if nothing happened.
Besides, classes, the two didn't bump into each-other again, until dinner. The entire student body and staff, where in the great hall having dinner, when as if purposely planned, both Harriah Potter and Draco Malfoy entered at the same time.
The great hall watched in anticipation- everyone had heard about the punch earlier. The two rivals' had stopped to turn and face each-other. All conversation in the great hall had ceased.
Before anyone could do anything, Draco grabbed Harriah and brought her towards him…and they kissed.
The entire student body, watched shocked as the famous rivals kissed. One could have heard a quill drop, some even fainted (including Ron Weasley), and no one really knew what to do.
The new couple didn't care.
All Harri could think of was the wizard in-front of her, how he tasted- like snow drops, how she loved the feel of him holding her, she reached up and kissed his nose, his cheek, his jaw line, his neck, she pressed her forehead onto his shoulder, kissed it and in-hailed his scent- he smelled of spice, she sighed deeply.
He picked up her hand and kissed it, he then clasped it in his.
The two, then walked together to the Slytherin table to eat.
Never even noticing when, Neville Longbottom got up and started clapping, to be joinedby Luna, Hermione, a revived Ron, Blaize Zabini, Daphne Greengrass and soon the entire hall.
…..
Harriah sat happily next to Draco "You know, we skipped the whole friendship thing"
"Hmmmmn"
"Well, instead of going from rivals, to friendship, to lovers, we went straight from rivals to lovers"
Draco bent down and kissed her on the forehead "We don't need friendship"
Daphne cut in from across the table, shaking her head amused "That sound so messed up"
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