Wishing Well
A/N: EVERYTHING belongs to J. K. Rowling, including some of the plot.
Draco stumbled through the trees. He wanted to get away from the disgusting laughter of his father's friends as well as his father himself. Lucius wanted him to become something he didn't want to become. A Death Eater. Draco wanted to become a seeker. Just thinking about it made his eyes shine and light up. The laughter was fading, the light dimming. Footsteps began to approach him. Quickly, he leaned against a tree to let them pass by.
"OW!"
He recognized Weasley's voice. He put on a more calm expression, and folded his arms over his chest coolly.
"Ron! What happened? Where are you?" came Mudblood's voice from up ahead. "Oh, this is stupid. Lumos!"
Light flooded the clearing.
"Tripped over a stupid tree root!" Weasley explained, clambering up.
"With feet that size, hard not to," Draco drawled.
He kicked the dirt sending a cloud of dust into the air. Weasley gave the usual unspoken "I'm going to kill you" and Potter his: "Eat dung, Malfoy!" The three walked away.
A single tear rolled down Draco's face. Why couldn't they be a little bit nicer? He tried, noticing his thoughts, not to think TOO much like a Hufflepuff. He *knew* he had started all the meanness from the beginning, but only because he had wanted Potter for a friend. And he hadn't been mean to *him* either. Why didn't he have a right to dislike Weasley, but still be Potter's friend? He trudged on through the trees. All the noise from the campgrounds was gone. He paused and whispered "Lumos" and a light appeared to guide him through the forest. He kept walking. Through a clump of trees, he could vaguely make out a small figure running forward as if looking for someone.
"Who's there?" Draco called.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" came the high voice of Ginny Weasley. "I'm trying to find Fred and George."
"Well, I'm trying to find Pot- Harry. And Ron and Hermione," he replied, trying to sound as kind as possible for a pale-skinned, sarcastic, Slytherin boy.
"What is WITH you?" she sniffled back. She ran away quickly.
Draco sunk to the ground. He knew all these people were perfectly decent to everyone else. What was so different about him? He tried not to cry, but soon his lonely sobs echoed in the lonely air.
A/N: EVERYTHING belongs to J. K. Rowling, including some of the plot.
Draco stumbled through the trees. He wanted to get away from the disgusting laughter of his father's friends as well as his father himself. Lucius wanted him to become something he didn't want to become. A Death Eater. Draco wanted to become a seeker. Just thinking about it made his eyes shine and light up. The laughter was fading, the light dimming. Footsteps began to approach him. Quickly, he leaned against a tree to let them pass by.
"OW!"
He recognized Weasley's voice. He put on a more calm expression, and folded his arms over his chest coolly.
"Ron! What happened? Where are you?" came Mudblood's voice from up ahead. "Oh, this is stupid. Lumos!"
Light flooded the clearing.
"Tripped over a stupid tree root!" Weasley explained, clambering up.
"With feet that size, hard not to," Draco drawled.
He kicked the dirt sending a cloud of dust into the air. Weasley gave the usual unspoken "I'm going to kill you" and Potter his: "Eat dung, Malfoy!" The three walked away.
A single tear rolled down Draco's face. Why couldn't they be a little bit nicer? He tried, noticing his thoughts, not to think TOO much like a Hufflepuff. He *knew* he had started all the meanness from the beginning, but only because he had wanted Potter for a friend. And he hadn't been mean to *him* either. Why didn't he have a right to dislike Weasley, but still be Potter's friend? He trudged on through the trees. All the noise from the campgrounds was gone. He paused and whispered "Lumos" and a light appeared to guide him through the forest. He kept walking. Through a clump of trees, he could vaguely make out a small figure running forward as if looking for someone.
"Who's there?" Draco called.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" came the high voice of Ginny Weasley. "I'm trying to find Fred and George."
"Well, I'm trying to find Pot- Harry. And Ron and Hermione," he replied, trying to sound as kind as possible for a pale-skinned, sarcastic, Slytherin boy.
"What is WITH you?" she sniffled back. She ran away quickly.
Draco sunk to the ground. He knew all these people were perfectly decent to everyone else. What was so different about him? He tried not to cry, but soon his lonely sobs echoed in the lonely air.
