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"Potter." Malfoy had grunted, the hatred ground between his teeth, the acid in his spit, the evil in his eyes. Well at least that's how he thought Harry saw him. "Before Potions, by the tree- you better be there, and alone."
Harry stood there a few seconds after Malfoy sauntered off. "You think I should go?" He asked his friends.
Hermione hesitated, "Well- He really can't do much to you, I mean, we are in out last year here and-"
"Oh shush!" Ron cut her off. "Of course not! We'll follow you and make sure he won't do any Dark Magic on you!"
"Well-" Harry shrugged. "He might have something important to say."\
"Whatever." Ron didn't really care. Harry the Quidditch Champion, the only to ever withstand the Dark Lord's attack, well, we all know what he did, could defend himself.
?
"Potter." Malfoy glanced up, leaning against the tree. Gone was the arrogance and animosity in his voice, his features. Harry stepped close, unsure, always alert, a little more trusting. The two very different boys stared at each other, neither one speaking.
Finally Harry croaked, "Malfoy, why'd you call me here?"
Malfoy closed his eyes and sighed for what seemed to be eternity, taking his time, waiting for the right moment. The silence was awkward, but neither of them minded. When Malfoy eventually opened his eyes, Harry saw a shred of kindness and goodness in the usually cold and haughty stare.
"I'm sorry it had to be like this, Harry." Malfoy whispered intently, his blue gaze locked onto Harry's green one.
Looking away, eyes diverting to the ground, Harry didn't know how to respond. Malfoy waited, almost eagerly, anticipating a response from Harry.
"What other way was there?" Harry finally replied. "Good-bye Malfoy, I have to get to class."
Slowly, as if in pain, Harry turned towards the castle. Each step seemed to break a piece off Malfoy's new found heart, as he was left there, standing alone, to dwell in his own mishaps and mistakes, to dream about what it could have been, what the future might be. Harry paused many times in his journey back, almost turning back, but deciding not to at the last minute.
"What was that all about?" Harry mumbled to himself during Potions. Malfoy certainly acted weird, even decent towards his arch nemesis, Harry. Despite how Malfoy seemed to exist just to argue against Harry, he didn't seem all too bad. In fact, Harry really didn't hate him. It was more like he pitied Malfoy, how he held himself in a cowardly manner. Still, he was far more intelligent, and perhaps an equal or better than Harry at spells.
"What did Malfoy want?" Ron nudged Harry.
Pretending to not have heard, Harry himself thought about that question. What did Malfoy want? Harry was sure he probably didn't let him explain, but he shook his head. They had to be enemies, there was no other way, no other path they could have taken.
So what do you people think??? Kinda strange? If you're confused, good. That's the whole point, the feel the same confusion that our characters are feeling, to know more than them, but not understand it any more than them. There's so much more hidden though, so- read next time! R&R please!
"Potter." Malfoy had grunted, the hatred ground between his teeth, the acid in his spit, the evil in his eyes. Well at least that's how he thought Harry saw him. "Before Potions, by the tree- you better be there, and alone."
Harry stood there a few seconds after Malfoy sauntered off. "You think I should go?" He asked his friends.
Hermione hesitated, "Well- He really can't do much to you, I mean, we are in out last year here and-"
"Oh shush!" Ron cut her off. "Of course not! We'll follow you and make sure he won't do any Dark Magic on you!"
"Well-" Harry shrugged. "He might have something important to say."\
"Whatever." Ron didn't really care. Harry the Quidditch Champion, the only to ever withstand the Dark Lord's attack, well, we all know what he did, could defend himself.
?
"Potter." Malfoy glanced up, leaning against the tree. Gone was the arrogance and animosity in his voice, his features. Harry stepped close, unsure, always alert, a little more trusting. The two very different boys stared at each other, neither one speaking.
Finally Harry croaked, "Malfoy, why'd you call me here?"
Malfoy closed his eyes and sighed for what seemed to be eternity, taking his time, waiting for the right moment. The silence was awkward, but neither of them minded. When Malfoy eventually opened his eyes, Harry saw a shred of kindness and goodness in the usually cold and haughty stare.
"I'm sorry it had to be like this, Harry." Malfoy whispered intently, his blue gaze locked onto Harry's green one.
Looking away, eyes diverting to the ground, Harry didn't know how to respond. Malfoy waited, almost eagerly, anticipating a response from Harry.
"What other way was there?" Harry finally replied. "Good-bye Malfoy, I have to get to class."
Slowly, as if in pain, Harry turned towards the castle. Each step seemed to break a piece off Malfoy's new found heart, as he was left there, standing alone, to dwell in his own mishaps and mistakes, to dream about what it could have been, what the future might be. Harry paused many times in his journey back, almost turning back, but deciding not to at the last minute.
"What was that all about?" Harry mumbled to himself during Potions. Malfoy certainly acted weird, even decent towards his arch nemesis, Harry. Despite how Malfoy seemed to exist just to argue against Harry, he didn't seem all too bad. In fact, Harry really didn't hate him. It was more like he pitied Malfoy, how he held himself in a cowardly manner. Still, he was far more intelligent, and perhaps an equal or better than Harry at spells.
"What did Malfoy want?" Ron nudged Harry.
Pretending to not have heard, Harry himself thought about that question. What did Malfoy want? Harry was sure he probably didn't let him explain, but he shook his head. They had to be enemies, there was no other way, no other path they could have taken.
So what do you people think??? Kinda strange? If you're confused, good. That's the whole point, the feel the same confusion that our characters are feeling, to know more than them, but not understand it any more than them. There's so much more hidden though, so- read next time! R&R please!
