Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters. If I did I would probably be rich. I do thing Warner Brothers owns the movies, and some formerly small British company owns the copyright to the books. Also, this is slashy. No, I'm not some raving homo (Though I don't mean offense to any homosexuals). This was written for some friends…I hope they like it. I would like to say that Rowan Rosenberg is my own creation (since I forgot to put it on the last one.) Willow Rosenberg is semi-my creation. She is from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and was a great asset to their group, and she was cool so I added her to my story. She is a bit different than the Willow on screen, but well she is still owned by Mutant Enemy. Thanks and Enjoy.
Draco looked into the front row of Defense Against Dark Arts the next morning. Rowan was once again sitting with Hermoine, Ron, and Harry all of which seemed interesting in something or another. First, it looked, Rowan would talk, then Ron would speak, then finally Harry seemed to throw in his two cents. Hermoine listened intensely with a broad smile on her face. Draco scowled lightly as he leaned back on his seat.
Crabb, Goyle, and Pansy all looked back at Draco with a look of stupor on their face. Draco didn't even bother to turn his head. He continued to stare at whatever was going on up front. He raised a slight brow when he thought he heard his name being said, but was quite unsure. The Room of Requirement was a good room to sleep in, but it always seemed like Rowan was around when he wanted to get into it. It was like the room would obey him. He continued to stare at the front row quite unsure of the events that were taking place.
Willow walked down the stairs into the larger part of the room. She looked at the classroom and then what seemed to be directly at Malfoy. Her green eyes moved quickly across the room. She didn't seem to know exactly what she wanted and just continued to look around the room. Finally, she released a few words with a smirk, "We are going to start with something you learned last year. The Unforgivable Curses. Constant Vigilance, isn't that what Barty Crouch Junior said to you last year? Or should I say what Mad Eye Moody told to you last year? Regardless, I do plan on teaching it to you, and by the second semester you should be able to withstand my own Impervious Charm which is one of the stronger in the country."
Hermoine's hand was already up in the air. She began her question as Willow nodded, "I thought you said that the ones who were part of the DA did not have to participate until after Christmas?" Her voice flowed beautifully from her lungs.
"I understand that Miss Granger," Willow began, "I did say that, but due to recent events Dumbledore himself has asked that all of you can fight at least two of the curses, and understand that full extent of the third. It will be during the second part of the year in which you will be free to learn on your own as long as you were apart of the group deemed DA. There are a few stipulations that will be new, you must have a teacher there with you in the Room of Requirement."
Willow then turned her gaze to Rowan, "Rowan will also be there during DA with you. Some of you," A smile crossed her face as she looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermoine her eyes than moving to Draco for only a split second, "have already met my younger brother. He is here to learn, much like you are, but due to his…" She faded off for a moment then went back into the sentence,, "gifts. He shall not be brought into any of the houses.
Draco looked at the teacher with a raised brow, 'What kind of gifts does he have?' His eyes looked at the man named Rowan. His mind went over his features, trying to dig deeper into the man's psyche, into his personality, and deep into his soul, but nothing came to him, 'Who are you?'
The class seemed to move by quickly. Willow started with the doing all the Unforgivable Curses on a spider, and then had us do the same. The curses felt strong, and Draco believed that some of these people might like that strong feeling a bit much. He put his own wand to do each of the curses once and then refused to do it again. He had always liked power, and this was a bit much for even him to take in.
Rowan and Hermoine were both talking in the front row. Rowan's voice seemed very soft and silk-like, but it was strong as the words left his mouth, "So, Miss Granger…"
"Hermoine," She replied with a slight smile. Her own voice seemed to be a bit snappy, but it was still had the softness that Rowan's had, "please…"
"Hermoine," Rowan's smirk grew from the simplicity of what it was into a large full faced smile, "What do you think of Draco Malfoy?" Draco seemed to understand exactly what Rowan was doing, but wished he wasn't.
'What is he trying to prove?' Draco's mind asked as he continued to look at the scene, 'I apologized to the one I have wronged the most…why does he keep it up like he does?' He looked as more of the scene in front of him continued to progress into something more.
Hermoine looked at Rowan for a moment, "I have no opinion of him." Her voice seemed to show how much of an opinion she did have of him, but she tried hard to hide it. She looked at Rowan with a raised brow and finally replied with her own question, "Why?"
"I do not see anything wrong with him," Rowan's voice rose quickly after hers, "I've talked to him on a few occasions, and he seems like an alright guy to me." Rowan smile still stood on his face as he talked to this young woman.
Draco seemed awestruck by those words spoken. He didn't know whether she should take it offensively or take it as a compliment, 'What should I do?' He asked himself as he looked Hermoine over, 'Should I go up and apologize for calling her a…what I called her so long ago?' Draco was torn once again by his past prejudices. He looked at Hermoine with squinting eyes, still not fully sure how to react to her indifference to him.
"Aren't your parents Muggles too?" Hermoine asked looking down over at him not sure why he would like Draco if he was of such a birth.
Rowan took a deep breath as he turned his head to look at Malfoy, "My mother was a Muggle, while my father was a wizard." He looked back at Hermoine with a same smile on his face, "Draco is just different than the rest of us. He's kind of like Harry without being a parslemouth, or with parents that are somewhat still alive. They were both wronged by the Dark Lord."
Hermoine nodded lightly as a smile touched her own lips and a small laugh was released, "That is almost funny, comparing Draco to Harry. They are nothing like one another."
Ron and Harry were both just looking at Rowan. Ron was the only one to speak, "So is that why you think that he apologized?" Ron's voice was pure British and it made another smile come across his face just because of the accent.
"Why don't you give him another chance?" Rowan asked somewhat sympathetically. He flicked his wrist as the spider rose up into the air. No words were spoken but the spider continued to fly up in the air.
"How do you…" Hermoine asked standing up looking him over. She looked at the spider for a second and then back in Rowan, "It is impossible!"
Rowan merely laughed at the stupor of all three of them Ron, Harry, and Hermoine, "It's not impossible…it's magic."
Draco's mind wandered as he sat down on his new bed in the Room of Requirement. A white towel was wrapped around his waist. His hair was still somewhat wet as he looked around the room. He had spoken with Professor Dumbledore than night, and had his permission to stay away from the rest of the Slytherins, though he himself would retain as a Slytherin.
He laid down on the bed, letting the droplets of water fell onto the silk. He looked up at the canopy, 'I'm having weird premonitions…I'm getting called Harry…."
"Draco?" Harry's voice came through the doorway and soon entered. He was in his Hogwarts robes. His black-brown hair was still in a large mess. He held a smile on his face.
"Potter!" Draco jumped off his silk-canopy bed and stared at Harry. He held the white towel tight as he looked over Harry, "What are you doing here?"
"I came…" Harry smirked lightly, "It isn't the first time I've seen another guy naked?"
"Turn around!" Draco yelled the order much like his old self, though he tried to retain his new attitude. He took a deep breath as he continued to hold his towel like if he let go he would reveal some untamed secret that none beside him could see.
Harry turned around and stared at the wall, "This is really…"
"Shut it, Potter." Draco said loudly as he grabbed for his drawers. He crabbed some clothes and quickly put them on. It seemed like only a minute later when he was clothed in his Hogwarts, "You can turn around now Potter."
"Draco," Harry said as he turned around looking at Draco, "What are you doing? What are you trying to accomplish with your apologizing to Ron…making Rowan your new best friend…sleeping in here instead of in the Slytherin tower."
Draco stood tall and his took his dominant nature, "I`m scared."
"What?" Harry seemed just as confused as Ron did either that week. He looked Draco over as he raised a brow.
"I'm Scared, Harry…" Draco used his name again. He looked Harry over again and didn't know why he was telling Harry this.
Harry looked at him not sure how to react, "Why?"
"I'm leaving everything I knew…I'm trying to become a better person…" Draco's voice showed his sympathy. He didn't know how else to relay what he was feeling. He looked at Harry his eyes seeming to see through him rather seeing him. He wanted to show Harry's spirit, not just his impenetrable outsides.
Harry looked at him for a moment. His greens eyes seemed to cool to him as he looked him over for what seemed like the fifth time. He saw more of Draco than he had meant to. He never wanted to see this part of him, and it was scaring him, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want you to help me…" Draco kept fading as he spoke. He didn't want to go back to his own self. He didn't want to become the demon child he had been before. He wanted to be with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermoine Granger, and even Rowan Rosenberg. He wanted to become a friend. He needed to become something more than he was.
Harry was very skeptical which his voice could show, "Why should I help you? You have wronged me more than once. You have touched my heart with a similar confession and then ripped it out, crushing it under your boot. Leaving me to wonder what I did wrong. Why should I help someone so heartless as to do that to someone who helped?"
Draco didn't know how to respond. He looked at Harry with a passion he had never looked at anyone before. He felt the tears rushing to his eyes again. Ever wrong he had done to Harry rose in him again. He remember when he called Hermoine a mudblood…he remembered everything…when he yelled at Harry because he had got his father put in Azkaban the previous year…when he yelled at him because he never thought their lives could mingle. Tears flooded his face. He tried to hold back to the true sobs, but the tears fell.
Harry took a step forward still unsure. He didn't understand what was going on in his head. He could tell her was confused, but he couldn't tell why. He looked at him with a raised brow, still quite unsure. Draco looked at Harry for another second. He then ran into Harry's arms. He wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry was taken by surprise, but let Draco hold him. His whole blockade against Draco seemed to fall as he too began to wrap his arms around Draco. Draco let the tears fall onto Harry's clothed chest.
Harry leaned his head against Draco's trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He took a deep breath and then let it out. A realization came over him that he wasn't sure he could handle. Draco needed him, and he would be there to help him.