Chapter 4
Draco was sick and tired of all this school business already. It wasn't even more than a week into the New Year and he wanted to be done with. He still hadn't owled his mother, nor did he plan to. He just didn't want any affiliations with anyone. He liked being alone, so that's why he went out to his favorite tree on the grounds.
"Why do I even bother thinking about things anymore? My future's been planned for me, I don't have to work hard at anything, and it's just all a waste of my fucking time." Draco thought.
As he walked toward his most beloved place in all of Hogwarts, besides the dungeons, he found that his spot was currently occupied with a dark haired human being. The Slytherin crept closer, pulling out his wand, preparing for any fight to get this person out of his spot. When he drew nearer, he flinched. He saw the undeniable characteristics of that of Harry Potter's.
"Potter?" Malfoy kicked Harry's leather brown shoe, "What the fu*k are you doing? Sleeping on the job of," Draco's voice changed to a high girly octave, "'Saving the world of all evil and getting my arse worshiped for breathing the very same air everyone else does', are you? No wonder this hell hole sucks when our 'hero' is snoring away in dream land."
By this point, Harry had groggily woken up from his cat nap. He was wondering where the hell he was, until he saw Draco hovering above him, mumbling about something like 'sleeping with corn on the cob'.
"Malfoy, stop your annoying rants and tell me in one sentence what is so wrong, that you're bothering me."
"Oh it's just nothing except you're in my spot for one, and I hate you, so therefore I enjoy annoying you to no damn end."
"Your spot? Last time I checked, there wasn't a fu*king sign banning anyone from coming outside to this particular tree, nor any of the others."
"Potter, turn around and if you can read, tell me what it says." Draco by now, was getting furious. He was never good with dealing with anger, especially when the damned Gryffindor was all over the place, more importantly, in Draco's place.
Harry looked to see what his enemy had meant, and there it was, carved in delicate handwriting was 'Property of Draco Malfoy. Anyone who hereby dares to rest here, will be put through painful experiences and then killed'. He glanced up to the grey, stormy eyes and tried to control the green vibrant colour of his own, and change it to the same stormy look.
"That's nice. Well, do whatever you wish to me, I'm not moving. I'm in need of a break and you're not going to take it away from me." Harry retorted.
Draco was surprised at the comeback, and for Harry's aggression.
"But if you really want to stay here that bad, then I can move my 'worshiped arse' and you can have a sit down as well. I don't care."
"Fine Potter, scootch. Neither am I in the mood to argue with some petty Gryffindor," the blond boy signaled Harry to move over to allow Draco some room to sit, in the direction away from the sun.
"As you say. Anyways, what's the matter with you? Having troubles to get Pansy to please you in the right way, or is it Blaise shall I say," Harry spoke, with a hint of sarcasm.
"For one thing, Potter, I wouldn't waste a minute of my time with Parkinson. She's a dirt rag to me. And another, if you hadn't noticed, Blaise is straight."
"So that means you aren't? Interesting, I wonder how quickly that could spread over Hogwarts."
"Be realistic, for once, Gryffindor. I am Draco Malfoy, I am not gay, nor will I ever be. Besides, I have to have an heir."
For some reason, both Slytherin and Gryffindor were silenced. Draco was in no mood to fight about his sexuality. He had thought about it a couple times, and even did some experiments, but he really didn't care. He still wanted that one person to make him feel warm, like the sun's rays on your exposed body on a spring day. That kind of warmth.
They sat there for a while, discussing Quidditch, and whatever else. It was like the more seconds they spent together under the tree, the more drunk they became, and the more they stayed, not wanting to move.
Finally, the sun had set and dinner was in about 20 minutes, Draco noted. He let Harry know, and stood up.
"Nice chatting with you," Malfoy sneered again.
"Same."
Draco stormed away first, cursing himself for falling in such a hole as that. "Why the hell did I just spend most of my good time with that.. mudblood lover," Draco mentally slapped himself, "And why the hell do I feel lighter? This can't be good." He walked to his table and sat with his fellow housemates.
Only thing Draco didn't know, was that Harry was wondering the same thing, but couldn't come up with a good enough reason, so he joined his friends before he got lost in thought again.
Draco was sick and tired of all this school business already. It wasn't even more than a week into the New Year and he wanted to be done with. He still hadn't owled his mother, nor did he plan to. He just didn't want any affiliations with anyone. He liked being alone, so that's why he went out to his favorite tree on the grounds.
"Why do I even bother thinking about things anymore? My future's been planned for me, I don't have to work hard at anything, and it's just all a waste of my fucking time." Draco thought.
As he walked toward his most beloved place in all of Hogwarts, besides the dungeons, he found that his spot was currently occupied with a dark haired human being. The Slytherin crept closer, pulling out his wand, preparing for any fight to get this person out of his spot. When he drew nearer, he flinched. He saw the undeniable characteristics of that of Harry Potter's.
"Potter?" Malfoy kicked Harry's leather brown shoe, "What the fu*k are you doing? Sleeping on the job of," Draco's voice changed to a high girly octave, "'Saving the world of all evil and getting my arse worshiped for breathing the very same air everyone else does', are you? No wonder this hell hole sucks when our 'hero' is snoring away in dream land."
By this point, Harry had groggily woken up from his cat nap. He was wondering where the hell he was, until he saw Draco hovering above him, mumbling about something like 'sleeping with corn on the cob'.
"Malfoy, stop your annoying rants and tell me in one sentence what is so wrong, that you're bothering me."
"Oh it's just nothing except you're in my spot for one, and I hate you, so therefore I enjoy annoying you to no damn end."
"Your spot? Last time I checked, there wasn't a fu*king sign banning anyone from coming outside to this particular tree, nor any of the others."
"Potter, turn around and if you can read, tell me what it says." Draco by now, was getting furious. He was never good with dealing with anger, especially when the damned Gryffindor was all over the place, more importantly, in Draco's place.
Harry looked to see what his enemy had meant, and there it was, carved in delicate handwriting was 'Property of Draco Malfoy. Anyone who hereby dares to rest here, will be put through painful experiences and then killed'. He glanced up to the grey, stormy eyes and tried to control the green vibrant colour of his own, and change it to the same stormy look.
"That's nice. Well, do whatever you wish to me, I'm not moving. I'm in need of a break and you're not going to take it away from me." Harry retorted.
Draco was surprised at the comeback, and for Harry's aggression.
"But if you really want to stay here that bad, then I can move my 'worshiped arse' and you can have a sit down as well. I don't care."
"Fine Potter, scootch. Neither am I in the mood to argue with some petty Gryffindor," the blond boy signaled Harry to move over to allow Draco some room to sit, in the direction away from the sun.
"As you say. Anyways, what's the matter with you? Having troubles to get Pansy to please you in the right way, or is it Blaise shall I say," Harry spoke, with a hint of sarcasm.
"For one thing, Potter, I wouldn't waste a minute of my time with Parkinson. She's a dirt rag to me. And another, if you hadn't noticed, Blaise is straight."
"So that means you aren't? Interesting, I wonder how quickly that could spread over Hogwarts."
"Be realistic, for once, Gryffindor. I am Draco Malfoy, I am not gay, nor will I ever be. Besides, I have to have an heir."
For some reason, both Slytherin and Gryffindor were silenced. Draco was in no mood to fight about his sexuality. He had thought about it a couple times, and even did some experiments, but he really didn't care. He still wanted that one person to make him feel warm, like the sun's rays on your exposed body on a spring day. That kind of warmth.
They sat there for a while, discussing Quidditch, and whatever else. It was like the more seconds they spent together under the tree, the more drunk they became, and the more they stayed, not wanting to move.
Finally, the sun had set and dinner was in about 20 minutes, Draco noted. He let Harry know, and stood up.
"Nice chatting with you," Malfoy sneered again.
"Same."
Draco stormed away first, cursing himself for falling in such a hole as that. "Why the hell did I just spend most of my good time with that.. mudblood lover," Draco mentally slapped himself, "And why the hell do I feel lighter? This can't be good." He walked to his table and sat with his fellow housemates.
Only thing Draco didn't know, was that Harry was wondering the same thing, but couldn't come up with a good enough reason, so he joined his friends before he got lost in thought again.
