Author: Silvestra
Rating: R
Summary: Harry is in Azkaban. A crappy summary, yes. But if you're reading this, you must have read the first chapter so there's no need for summaries, period.
Draco's second visit to Harry. Enjoy.
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Conversation 2, 30th of June, 1998
A door opens.
So you're back.
Most apparently, yes.
God, you're funny. Ha ha ha.
Shut up, Potter.
Whatever.
Pause.
Why are you here?
I was bored.
Oh really.
Yes.
You're planning something.
No, I'm not.
Pause.
Potter?
*sighs* Yes?
Why?
Why what?
Why did you ruin your life? You are not even 18 yet. You just graduated.
Ruin my life, my ass. I did what I was told to do.
Even if it meant killing people?
Silence.
That was not my decision.
So you're telling me you were under the Imperius-curse?
Yes, that's what I'd tell you.
You're lying.
*snorts* Oh well, bring me some bloody Veritaserum and we'll see who's lying, Malfoy.
What are you talking about?
*an overdramatic gasp* Oh no! Of course – ickle Drakey-poo doesn't know.
Shut the fuck up, Potter! What are you talking about?
If you don't know, I won't tell you.
You're an asshole.
You too.
Silence.
Why are you here? Don't you have better things to do than visit here?
I'm afraid I don't have. *sarcastically* After all, my friends and my family are dead, what will I do there alone?
Don't start that, Malfoy.
Start what?
That ridiculous "it's-your-fault-I-don't-have-a-family-and-nothing-to-do"-thing.
Whoa. Sorry. I was just being honest, for Heaven's sake.
*snorts* Honest, my ass.
Honestly.
Yeah right.
Silence.
Malfoy?
Yes?
I – I am happy you came.
*snorts* Yeah right.
No. Really. I've been so lonely and – and - *sobs*
Potter – hey, Potter – don't – why are you – don't cry –
Why am I crying? Gee, Draco, you are bright.
Did you just call me- -
Why am I crying? I have to spend my life in this stinking cell. If I get lucky, I might accidentally get a needle or something from a guard so I can stab myself to death. Otherwise I will be Kissed.
Potter. Calm down – I didn't mean to- -
Yeah, yeah. You didn't mean to. You're as innocent as a bloody Death Eater – oh but heck, I forgot – you are a Death Eater!
Stop it.
Or what? Is ickle Drakey-poo going to cry? Go on, no-one's going to laugh.
You're sick.
Really?
Yes.
Well, if that's your opinion, then why are you here?
Silence.
Good point. *turns to leave*
Wait – I didn't mean it.
Oh yes you did. Goodbye.
You're coming back, aren't you?
No.
Yes you are.
No, I am not! *opens the door and leaves*
But... if he leaves... *bursts into tears*
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There was the second conversation. A bit longer than the first one, and, in my opinion, a bit better... Please review.