A/N: This is normal blah-blah. I didn't make up any of the characters, place, scenes, NOTHING. They all belong to Goddess Rowling. *throws rose petals* You get the idea.




***** The Eyes of the Forest *****




Harry's POV:

This is it. He's finally tipped me off. Now it's black vs. yellow. Green vs. Gray. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Harry vs. Draco. It was all fun and games before, but now it's personal. Now the dragon shall be slain.
The sun is setting. The few rays of light still in existance have gather around a hole in the Forbidden Forest's canopy to watch. Their lives are short and shall end probably before the fight does.

Draco's POV:

Famous Harry Potter doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. Fight me, Draco Malfoy? He's out of his mind. He'll lose. Badly.
This whole ordeal started with a little slip of the mouth. I make a snide comment about the girl and he freaks! I don't understand why, she treated him like crap, anyway. He's just too nice for his own good.
I'll change that.

Harry's POV:

"Sure, I'll miss her," Draco had said to his obnoxious friends, continuing with: "but she was a whore, anyway!"
He'll regret the day he ever spoke a negative word about her. In fact, he may not even get a chance to regret it. He'll be in so much pain he won't know what to think. Maybe if he surrenders now, I won't hurt him too badly.
She didn't deserve that. I mean, she's dead for crying out loud! Insulting her is like insulting me. She was important to me. I'd've given my life for her. Instead, it was the other way around. Now she's gone. Just like Mom. Just like Dad. I wonder if I'll ever have a real family. They're all taken away from me. I'm sick of it. I'll get revenge.

Draco's POV:

We circle and circle each other. The both of us have our wands raised, ready to hex at the sign of obliviance. If his eyes even so much as flit anywhere other than mine, I'll strike.
I feel eyes on my back. Probably the eyes of the Forest. It's so dark, I'm surprised the can see anything.
Harry must have felt the same way. He mutters something and the end of his wand lights up. His face aglow, he glances to the side.
Now's my chance.
I lift my wand, ready to hit him with a curse, maybe even an Unforgivable. I hear a voice, but Harry's mouth isn't moving. I turn around and only see a tall man in a cloak.
It's... *him*.

-Next day...-

Harry's POV:

He's never looked so cold. He's paler than he's ever been. His hands are calm and relaxed. His whole body is calm and relaxed.
Pansy is drowning in tears. She sounds like she can't breathe. Or doesn't want to. Even Crabbe's and Goyle's shoulders jump occasionally.
Hermione and Ron don't know what to think. They thought he was a complete git, but he never deserved this. Few do.
Dumbledore's eyes have lost their twinkle and gained tears. He feels my glance and looks over at me. I know more than he does about the night, and he knows it. I sigh realizing I'll have to relive the night.
The night the dragon was slain.