The Ceaseless Dream
By: SirenoftheRhine
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or anything else that has been created by J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot! Don't sue me!
A/N: Again, I left you hanging... sorry about that, but you know that the more I leave you hanging, the more that you want to read. Sorry, though... Well anyway, this chapter will introduce you all to another regular character from the wonderful J.K. Rowling! Enjoy!
Chapter 5
What is going on here? Thought Harry, exasperated from the pull that he had just been fighting. He felt like he was floating through the air, even flying maybe. He searched his surroundings with his eyes, but everything was blurry. My glasses! Why don't I have my glasses in a time like this? I would bet that this is the most amazing sensation that I have ever felt, and of course I don't have my glasses! But shouldn't I be falling about now? What's happening to me? He wondered.
But the wondering was soon remedied as he gently landed on his feet on the ground. He looked around him and he could only see one blurry figure. "Hello? Who are you?" he asked politely.
"Potter! You don't even know your worst enemy when you see him? Or can't you see?" asked a harsh voice.
"Oh, Malfoy, it's you!" said Harry scornfully, recognizing the voice instantly.
"You know, it's impolite of you to talk to your rescuer that way," said Draco in a business like voice.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" asked Harry suspiciously.
"Well, you don't think that your wimpy friends up there levitated you down here now do you? Even the 'great' Hermione was too panicked to pull out her wand to save you. So that left it up to me, the innocent bystander who just happened to see you almost jump to your death. Of course if you hadn't been about to go back inside, I would have just let you fall to your death. But since you decided that you didn't want to die, I wasn't going to let you die... at least not yet. Plus, I figured if I saved you, I would, well, let's just say own you..." said Draco.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"That, that right there! Stop calling me that! My name is DRACO! I would like you to call me Draco," he said.
"Is that all, DRACO?" asked Harry, forcing the name of the young wizard to escape his lips.
"No, for your information, it isn't... I want us to get along, I mean, would that be so bad?" asked Draco, seemingly sincere.
"No! And yes!!! That would be so bad! I would never be able to befriend a person like you! You're... EVIL! I can't be your friend! Your family has connections with Voldemort! And you think that your gonna be my friend? No Way in Hell!" shouted Harry angrily.
"Well, it is clear to me, Potter, that you think that you are better than me! I have offered my friendship to you before. In case you've forgotten, you were the one who snubbed me. So frankly, this time, it's not an offer. You are going to act, even if that's all it is, like you like me. Okay? Oh, and by the way, did you ever think that maybe I don't want to be my father's son? Because in all actuality, I don't... You don't honestly think that I want to be your friend, do you? Never in a million years. In fact, it was Dumbledore who suggested that I join forces with you. I decided that he was probably right, and that that would be the easiest way to escape my father... Make him think that the one person who Voldemort could not defeat was my," he shuddered at the saying of this word, "friend."
"Why are you going along with this, Draco?" asked Harry seriously. "How do I know that this isn't just some kind of a trick... that you wont actually use your friendship with me to get me to go with you to someplace where Voldemort is... How can I trust that you wont get me killed? I don't trust you... I most likely never will!"
"WELL WHY THE HELL ELSE WOULD I SAVE YOUR ASS?!?!?!" screamed Draco.
"I DON'T KNOW! I am going to see Dumbledore now, and ask him if what you say is true. Then, maybe I will decide to do as you ask..." said Harry, being cut off.
"Just in case you haven't noticed, Potter, you still can't see anything! Your glasses are still up there!" said Draco, pointing and laughing. He took out his wand again and levitated Harry's glasses down.
"Oh, yeah... I kind of forgot about my eyesight for a moment," said Harry, as he took his glasses from Draco. "Thank you," he said, as everything became clear. For a moment, Harry just stared in Draco's eyes. They were such a crystallic silvery color. They were almost hypnotic. But none-the-less, they seemed sincere. Maybe he really did want to get off of that path. Maybe he needs me. Thought Harry. He looked away, and said, "I'll consider this, if Dumbledore can confirm your story."
Harry walked away, wondering Is Draco Malfoy really all that bad? Is it my fault that we aren't friends? Maybe if I would have given him a chance back then, things would be different now... I don't really know. I guess I'll find out, wont I?
By: SirenoftheRhine
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or anything else that has been created by J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot! Don't sue me!
A/N: Again, I left you hanging... sorry about that, but you know that the more I leave you hanging, the more that you want to read. Sorry, though... Well anyway, this chapter will introduce you all to another regular character from the wonderful J.K. Rowling! Enjoy!
Chapter 5
What is going on here? Thought Harry, exasperated from the pull that he had just been fighting. He felt like he was floating through the air, even flying maybe. He searched his surroundings with his eyes, but everything was blurry. My glasses! Why don't I have my glasses in a time like this? I would bet that this is the most amazing sensation that I have ever felt, and of course I don't have my glasses! But shouldn't I be falling about now? What's happening to me? He wondered.
But the wondering was soon remedied as he gently landed on his feet on the ground. He looked around him and he could only see one blurry figure. "Hello? Who are you?" he asked politely.
"Potter! You don't even know your worst enemy when you see him? Or can't you see?" asked a harsh voice.
"Oh, Malfoy, it's you!" said Harry scornfully, recognizing the voice instantly.
"You know, it's impolite of you to talk to your rescuer that way," said Draco in a business like voice.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" asked Harry suspiciously.
"Well, you don't think that your wimpy friends up there levitated you down here now do you? Even the 'great' Hermione was too panicked to pull out her wand to save you. So that left it up to me, the innocent bystander who just happened to see you almost jump to your death. Of course if you hadn't been about to go back inside, I would have just let you fall to your death. But since you decided that you didn't want to die, I wasn't going to let you die... at least not yet. Plus, I figured if I saved you, I would, well, let's just say own you..." said Draco.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"That, that right there! Stop calling me that! My name is DRACO! I would like you to call me Draco," he said.
"Is that all, DRACO?" asked Harry, forcing the name of the young wizard to escape his lips.
"No, for your information, it isn't... I want us to get along, I mean, would that be so bad?" asked Draco, seemingly sincere.
"No! And yes!!! That would be so bad! I would never be able to befriend a person like you! You're... EVIL! I can't be your friend! Your family has connections with Voldemort! And you think that your gonna be my friend? No Way in Hell!" shouted Harry angrily.
"Well, it is clear to me, Potter, that you think that you are better than me! I have offered my friendship to you before. In case you've forgotten, you were the one who snubbed me. So frankly, this time, it's not an offer. You are going to act, even if that's all it is, like you like me. Okay? Oh, and by the way, did you ever think that maybe I don't want to be my father's son? Because in all actuality, I don't... You don't honestly think that I want to be your friend, do you? Never in a million years. In fact, it was Dumbledore who suggested that I join forces with you. I decided that he was probably right, and that that would be the easiest way to escape my father... Make him think that the one person who Voldemort could not defeat was my," he shuddered at the saying of this word, "friend."
"Why are you going along with this, Draco?" asked Harry seriously. "How do I know that this isn't just some kind of a trick... that you wont actually use your friendship with me to get me to go with you to someplace where Voldemort is... How can I trust that you wont get me killed? I don't trust you... I most likely never will!"
"WELL WHY THE HELL ELSE WOULD I SAVE YOUR ASS?!?!?!" screamed Draco.
"I DON'T KNOW! I am going to see Dumbledore now, and ask him if what you say is true. Then, maybe I will decide to do as you ask..." said Harry, being cut off.
"Just in case you haven't noticed, Potter, you still can't see anything! Your glasses are still up there!" said Draco, pointing and laughing. He took out his wand again and levitated Harry's glasses down.
"Oh, yeah... I kind of forgot about my eyesight for a moment," said Harry, as he took his glasses from Draco. "Thank you," he said, as everything became clear. For a moment, Harry just stared in Draco's eyes. They were such a crystallic silvery color. They were almost hypnotic. But none-the-less, they seemed sincere. Maybe he really did want to get off of that path. Maybe he needs me. Thought Harry. He looked away, and said, "I'll consider this, if Dumbledore can confirm your story."
Harry walked away, wondering Is Draco Malfoy really all that bad? Is it my fault that we aren't friends? Maybe if I would have given him a chance back then, things would be different now... I don't really know. I guess I'll find out, wont I?