A/N *falls over with an interesting crash-bang-wallop sound* I love reviews! Yay! I was so happy when I woke up this morning and I had 13 more! WOOt! *coughs* So, newei. Thank you for all your praise/rolling-on-the-floor-laughing-your-arses-off/advice etc. I'll be sure to keep that hint in mind, Demeter! To MOI, yes, I was thinking the 'horrific' cure might be something like that, but most likely that wouldn't be enough, if you get me. I'm trying to be as subtle as possible so I don't go and tell everyone what's gonna happen..dammit.. *slaps self* Newei.

Draco: *pokes electricbluecat hard in the back of the head*

EBC: Ow!

Draco: Why don't you have more reviews about /me/? So far..only one person likes me…

EBC: That'd be draco's_slave ^_^

Draco: *rolls eyes* And that doesn't freak me out at all… 

EBC: (don't worry, d_s, he loves you really..)

Draco: And by the way, I am not sleeping with Potter, MOI…

EBC: That's what you think! O.o;;

Disclaimer: Not mine, JK's

Seven Years of Bad Luck

Chapter 5: The Fight

 
Draco was sitting on the bed, absently pulling at a thread in the tassel fringing the hangings of the four-poster. Harry was pacing a short distance away, as far as was possible, before turning on his heel and pacing in the other diection. Suddenly he turned to face the bed and glared at Draco.

"This is all your fault, you know that?" he sighed and flopped onto the bed, staring up at the purple top hanging (A/N Sorry, I forgot what the bit at the top of a four-poster bed is, and yes, it's purple, because I didn't want to make it both red and green) before continuing. "This has nothing to do with me. Nothing! Apart from the fact that you hate me, and I hate you, I did nothing wrong! You're the one in the wrong!"

Draco frowned thoughtfully. "Yes… I could never place whether we really did hate each other or not, but now I suppose we must…the mirror wouldn't have bound us if we weren't 'mortal enemies'."

Harry was silent for a few moments, before he sat up hurriedly, ignoring the head rush, and hurled a pillow at the skirting board so viciously a seam ripped and a few feathers escaped, rocking backwards and forwards through the air as they came down to ground. Draco glanced at Harry coolly and leaned his back against the bed-post.

"Now, now, don't get upset, Potter," he drawled. Harry suddenly snapped again.

"Upset? I have every right to be upset! You treat me like dirt, Malfoy, and you force me to stay at your side for seven fucking years, and now you tell me I shouldn't get upset?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Maybe I wouldn't treat you like dirt if you hadn't shunned me on the train, in our first year." His voice was suddenly full of feeling Harry hadn't heard in Draco before. It was like regret…almost pain. "At least I tried, Potter! At least I didn't turn away to hang around with my Mudblood, Muggle-loving friends who-"

Draco was cut off, and he protested with a loud gurgling sound as he found Harry, who had forgotten about wands or magic, and had simply dived at him, was choking him with one hand, whilst pulling his hair with the other.

"You make my life a living hell, Malfoy!" he yelled, every now and then banging Draco's skull against the headboard. "In first year, all you did was make sick jokes about my family! In second year, what about Hermione? Third year, all that Dementor crap, and in fourth? That was the worst, Malfoy! Stupid cracks about my parents and that woman's newspaper articles and all the stick you gave Ron about his family? What, do you get some sick kick out of making people's lives misery? And then, when people stand up to you, it's okay, because they were being offensive?" Harry stopped to pause for breath. "Think about what you said the first time Ron's dad was in the paper, fourth year. You made comments about Ron's mother, so I said something about yours! Once, Malfoy! Imagine how you felt…offended? Humiliated? Defensive? Multipy that by a hundred and that is how it feels to be subjected to your crap! Why do you do it? WHY?"

Harry inhaled deeply, and his eyes widened. He let go of Malfoy and slid off him, putting his head in his hands. "Oh God," he muttered through his fingers, "I'm worse than you are…" He said no more, and, ignoring the food which had been brought up from the feast, and not bothering to change, he climbed into the bed and promptly fell asleep. Draco watched him for a few seconds, before doing the same himself.

-

Early the next morning, Harry woke up to see Draco's face extremely close to his. He jumped, but quickly recovered and sat up. After a few minutes sitting doing nothing, he turned his eyes to the other boy. Blue eyes opened and met green, and there was a silence before the blonde said slowly,

"I'm sorry." He stared at Harry, eyes full of meaning.

Harry scowled. "For which? Making my life crap or the mirror thing?"

Draco shrugged. "Both." He said nothing more, so Harry decided to get up. "Erm. Can you turn around, so I can change my robes? I fell asleep in them." He looked over his shoulder, but Draco was already up and sitting with his back to him, pulling on fresh black Hogwarts robes. "I've seen flesh before Potter," he remarked, but did not make any sign of moving. His tone was passive, and it was impossible to tell what he was feeling.

After dressing, the two boys ate the toast which had been sent to their room, and it was this that made Harry wonder when Dumbledore was going to inform the school about this…if he was going to inform the school about this. Harry munched the last of his toast in thoughtful silence, until Draco tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at their timetable.

"Come on," he murmured quietly. "Double Transfiguration with the Gryffindors. My, my, what a fun morning this is going to be.."

Harry glared at him before pulling his bag onto his shoulder and setting off down the stairs, Draco behind him, for the start of the day.