Chapter Ten: Of Fistfights and Last Words
"Stop this! Draco, why?!" Hary shouted as the other boy lunged for him. "Because this is who I am, Potter!" Draco snarled at him. Harry ran to the corner of the room but Draco was faster and grabbed him.
"You're hurting me!" Harry shouted as his back stung with searing pain.
"Too bad!" Draco answered, "If you don't like being hurt then please don't stay. No one asked you to come!" He seemed to find the entire situation rather sadistically funny. "Get out if you can, Potter!" He laughed.
Harry turned around and slapped him then ran into the shadows. He heard Draco snarl again, all his laughter gone. It had been replaced with rage.
"Crucio!" he shouted and he heard Harry scream. "Perfect." he said as he moved forward. Harry felt like he was on fire. He had felt this way before. But now he was horrified at the person who had cast it on him. He twisted on the floor and his hand reached out and grabbed something...something long and wooden. His wand!
Draco took the curse off and smiled. But he wasn't prepared for what was about to hit him.
"Expelliarmous! Avento--" He was cut off by Draco hitting him in the head with a vase. He lay on the floor... his head hurt but he wouldn't allowm himself to pass out. He couldn't. He felt dizzy and heard cruel laughter. That snapped him back to reality as he stood up.
"You're riduculus, you know that Potter?" Draco sneered and laughed again. Harry swayed, clutching the wall for support. "Did you really think you could cast *that* spell on me? Ha! I'm smarter, quicker and much more skilled." He grinned, wickedly.
"Momentus Paralius!" he shouted and Harry found that he could not move. He could hear and think but his body was like a statue.
"Don't bothering trying, you can't." Draco said. "Yes, this funny little spell is considered Dark Magick. Holds you in place, you see." He laughed. "Oh, Potter. I really did want things to turn out good for you. Oh well." He raised his wand and Harry felt life coming back to him. He could move. "Ava--" Harry cut Draco off by snatching his wand, throwing it far from them and tackling him to the ground. Draco was caught off gaurd and didn't quite realized what was going on until he was underneath Harry.
"Potter!" he growled and spat on him. Harry held him down and then punched him, hard. Draco fought and struggled with his legs and the two were fist fighting each other. Harry grabbed the collar of Draco's shirt and bashed his head against the wall.
Draco was bruised and bleeding but he kicked Harry in the groin and punched him in the stomach. "Damn you!" he whispered. Harry doubled over in pain, taking huge gasps of air. The other boy fell over on the ground, too weak to stay standing.
Harry crawled over to Draco. "Hey?" he whispered.
"Fuck you, Potter!" Draco said.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry retorted, lamely.
"I didn't...think that you..." he gulped for breath, "...had the guts...to kill anyone, Potty!" He really was dying.
"Fuck off, Malfoy. You think I meant to? Or even wanted to?" he said, vicously.
"Still, you're..." blood poured out his mouth, "Leave...this...place..." he said, his last words before he died. Harry looked down at him and hated himself for what he did. Even though Draco would have done it to him in a second, he still felt remorseful. He pulled the Malfoy ring off his finger and, even though he was too young to Apparate, he had to leave somehow. He concentrated on Hogwarts and a new life. He left Draco behind when he did.
He didn't stay.
~End~
"Stop this! Draco, why?!" Hary shouted as the other boy lunged for him. "Because this is who I am, Potter!" Draco snarled at him. Harry ran to the corner of the room but Draco was faster and grabbed him.
"You're hurting me!" Harry shouted as his back stung with searing pain.
"Too bad!" Draco answered, "If you don't like being hurt then please don't stay. No one asked you to come!" He seemed to find the entire situation rather sadistically funny. "Get out if you can, Potter!" He laughed.
Harry turned around and slapped him then ran into the shadows. He heard Draco snarl again, all his laughter gone. It had been replaced with rage.
"Crucio!" he shouted and he heard Harry scream. "Perfect." he said as he moved forward. Harry felt like he was on fire. He had felt this way before. But now he was horrified at the person who had cast it on him. He twisted on the floor and his hand reached out and grabbed something...something long and wooden. His wand!
Draco took the curse off and smiled. But he wasn't prepared for what was about to hit him.
"Expelliarmous! Avento--" He was cut off by Draco hitting him in the head with a vase. He lay on the floor... his head hurt but he wouldn't allowm himself to pass out. He couldn't. He felt dizzy and heard cruel laughter. That snapped him back to reality as he stood up.
"You're riduculus, you know that Potter?" Draco sneered and laughed again. Harry swayed, clutching the wall for support. "Did you really think you could cast *that* spell on me? Ha! I'm smarter, quicker and much more skilled." He grinned, wickedly.
"Momentus Paralius!" he shouted and Harry found that he could not move. He could hear and think but his body was like a statue.
"Don't bothering trying, you can't." Draco said. "Yes, this funny little spell is considered Dark Magick. Holds you in place, you see." He laughed. "Oh, Potter. I really did want things to turn out good for you. Oh well." He raised his wand and Harry felt life coming back to him. He could move. "Ava--" Harry cut Draco off by snatching his wand, throwing it far from them and tackling him to the ground. Draco was caught off gaurd and didn't quite realized what was going on until he was underneath Harry.
"Potter!" he growled and spat on him. Harry held him down and then punched him, hard. Draco fought and struggled with his legs and the two were fist fighting each other. Harry grabbed the collar of Draco's shirt and bashed his head against the wall.
Draco was bruised and bleeding but he kicked Harry in the groin and punched him in the stomach. "Damn you!" he whispered. Harry doubled over in pain, taking huge gasps of air. The other boy fell over on the ground, too weak to stay standing.
Harry crawled over to Draco. "Hey?" he whispered.
"Fuck you, Potter!" Draco said.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry retorted, lamely.
"I didn't...think that you..." he gulped for breath, "...had the guts...to kill anyone, Potty!" He really was dying.
"Fuck off, Malfoy. You think I meant to? Or even wanted to?" he said, vicously.
"Still, you're..." blood poured out his mouth, "Leave...this...place..." he said, his last words before he died. Harry looked down at him and hated himself for what he did. Even though Draco would have done it to him in a second, he still felt remorseful. He pulled the Malfoy ring off his finger and, even though he was too young to Apparate, he had to leave somehow. He concentrated on Hogwarts and a new life. He left Draco behind when he did.
He didn't stay.
~End~