'You'll be dying in minute Potter,' Malfoy hissed. 'If that's the only way to get my vial back.'
Malfoy still, never made a move towards Harry.
'I don't know,' said Harry softly. 'If you were than insistent in killing yourself, why don't you just club yourself over the head with you cauldron this minute. Better yet, why don't you just sit in it and boil yourself to death?'
'I may have lost the will to live, Potter,' said Malfoy maliciously. 'But I still have my dignity.'
Malfoy began walking swiftly towards Harry, his black robes gleaming in the half light hidden behind him.
'Malfoy,' said Harry once again, though with more strength. 'I am not giving you the vial.'
'I'm afraid if you wanted a poison for yourself, you should have asked in advanced.'
'Malfoy,' said Harry with a soft laugh. 'I am not going to lose you to.'
Both seventh year boys stopped, facial features frozen.
'You don't know what your saying,' said Malfoy after a moment. 'You'll regret keeping me alive in the morning.'
'It's already morning Malfoy,' said Harry, the slight blush having rose in his cheeks falling away slowly. 'And you'll still be here tomorrow, and the day after.'
'Not if I have anything to say about it,' said Malfoy viciously, launching himself about Harry. He felt backwards with Malfoy on top of him, punching every part of his body. Harry hit Malfoy too, and the vial shattered in his hands.
Both were soaked and still fighting. Harry hit back with all the force Malfoy had set against him.
The were soon out of energy, having gone the whole night without sleep, lying side by side panting and sweating, each have pinned each other in such a way neither could move, until one relented, both breaths shallow and in the same rhthym.
Harry and Draco lay their, listening to their even breaths, and wondering how their bodies seemed to fit so well together.
'Where'd you learn to fight like that?' said Malfoy, evident surprise in his voice.
'Too much practice,' was all Harry said.
Malfoy did not press the subject.
'What were you thinking?' Malfoy snarled after a while of mustering up enough anger.
'I don't know.'
'Thanks to you, that's months worth of effort down the front our robes!'
'And in a month, Malfoy,' said Harry fiercely. 'I'll do it again.'
'What did you mean, not losing me too?'
It seemed to take a lot of effort for Malfoy to spit the sentence out, though his voice was softer than before.
Harry watched the ceiling for a bit.
'You're my past, Malfoy. We make each other who we are.'
'So,' said Malfoy viciously. 'You're part red-head, part poor, part girl and part mudblood?'
'Don't talk about them like that,' said Harry automatically. Did he really care?
'Spare me Potter. The only way Weasley's getting any poorer is if they start charging people for being wastes of space.'
Harry had to smile at that.
'Are these lines cleverly rehearsed Malfoy, or do you make them up as you go along-and no, they make me into what I grow. The influence. Like everyone influence you-Malfoy, why were you brewing poison?'
Malfoy tried to get up, back Harry held him forcefully. In truth, his arm was under Malfoy's back, and it was start to hurt, and Malfoy was doing nothing to lessen the weight. He was pressing down hard, though it was hard, as Harry was holding his arm behind his back.
'It's my time to die Potter, that's why.'
'Did Trelawney tell you that? Because then I'm a six year old zombie.'
'It's not a joke Potter. I do not live to serve.'
Harry's eyes widened.
'Voldemort?'
Draco's grip on Harry became lax.
'Yes.'
Draco sat up slowly, as if to prove he wasn't running away. He crossed his legs and face him. Harry sat up to.
Draco was still pink, and there marks from potion ingredients where he must have wiped his hands across his face. A bit of fringe fell in Draco's eyes and he had the sudden urge to push it away.
Harry reached out and brushed the hair from Draco's eyes, and felt a strange chill down his spine.
'During the summer,' said Draco quietly, looking at the ceiling, because he never looked down. 'Father took me to become a death eater.'
Harry watched Draco's delicate features cloud over with concentration once again.
'And... and...'
'He didn't let you?'
