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Draco POV
Everyone else quickly gathered their things and scampered out the door while I stayed behind and slowly picked up my books and scraps of parchment as I let my thoughts wander. Snape sat at his desk watching me. Once I finished, he beckoned me into his office. The room was very dark, even with 10 candles lit. Potion ingredients, books, and bottles of liquids littered the tall sinister shelves. In the center of the room was a large, black desk that was covered with stacks of term papers. Snape walked over to the desk and with a wave of his wand, made all of the parchment papers disappear. He sat down and motioned to a leather seat in front of him. I sat down in the chair while he glared at me with his cold black eyes that reminded me of Father. I lowered my eyes waiting for him to yell or begin to beat me. We sat there for what seemed like hours, but I knew was only a few minutes. "Mr. Malfoy," Snape finally spoke, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to use a truth potion?" I didn't answer, but instead let my eyes wander around the room. I examined the shelves and their contents. Nothing seemed to interest me until I saw a small, round, clear ball. It was sitting on a golden stand and I was just about to ask about it when Snape interrupted me. "Like I said, are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to force you?" I ignored him, as I started to focus more and more on the ball. Snape cleared his throat, bringing me out of my thoughts. "What's that ball over there?" Snape's eyes narrowed and his voice turned into a deep terrifying hiss, "Why do you ask?" "Because I want to know." I said with more courage than I felt. "Some shouldn't know what they want to know." Snape snapped. "What is it?" "None of your God Damn business!" His voice rose to a terrible roar. I tried to hide how frightened I was, but to no prevail. I fell off the chair and moved myself as far away from him as I could. His face turned into Father's and I closed my eyes and began to whimper. "Please no." I whispered, "Not again." I heard footsteps coming towards me and I curled myself into a tight ball. "Please don't hit me," I felt salty tears stream down my face, "Please. I'm sorry." The footsteps came closer then stopped. I felt a hand on my shoulder and screamed. "Draco," It was Snape's voice, not Father's. I slowly opened my eyes to find Snape staring at me, concern clearly shone in his eyes. "Draco, what's wrong?" I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, avoiding his gaze. Snape kneeled down next to me and put a hand on my shoulder, which I swiftly shrugged off. He sternly pulled me face level with his eyes and repeated the question. I still gave no answer. Snape stood and walked over to the clear ball. Then whispered something to it. A few minutes passed before he turned back to me. "It was your Father wasn't it?" I sat there emotionless and gave him one final glare before I dashed out the door towards the grounds.
Harry POV
I recognized the person immediately and ran toward him. "Moony! What are you doing here?" I asked more excited than I wanted to be. Lupin looked up from his stacks of parchment and smiled. "Hi Harry. I'm just finishing up a few letters and things. What are you up to?" He stared at my bare wrist and I quickly pulled down my sleeves. "Nothing." I answered quickly, "Just passing through." Lupin gave me a curious look that said, 'I know something's up and if you don't tell me, I'll just find out myself.' I ignored him and slid out the door. I hurried down the hall as I heard the door fly open and Lupin's footsteps coming after me. I quickened my pace and ran outside onto the grounds just as he was turning the corner. I looked across the lawn and saw someone by the lake. His platinum blonde hair gave his identity away. "Malfoy." I said shortly as I sat a few feet away from him. Draco glanced at me then looked away. "Potter." He said in a dead voice. In the short moment that he looked at me I noticed his tear stained face. "Something wrong?" I asked, barely managing to hide my concern. "I wish everyone would leave me alone!" Draco shouted. I stared at him in shock. "Something we both have in common." I whispered. Draco wiped away a stray tear and stared at my once again bare wrists. "Attempting to off ourselves are we Potter?" he said with almost no malice. I pulled down my sleeves angrily. I might as well staple the God damn things to my wrists. Maybe then they would stay down. I looked out over the lake and sighed, "What do you care?" "I don't." Draco wiped away a few fresh tears with his robe sleeve. "Whatever. What are you crying about? Finally mourning Daddy?" Draco lunged at me, knocking me to the ground. He kept grabbing for my neck, but I was moving to fast for him to keep me still. Quidditch saves my life again. After managing to land a few good punches, I threw Draco aside and glared at him. "What is your problem!?!" I yelled, my voice rang throughout the grounds. Draco didn't answer, but he dove at me again, this time knocking us both into the lake. We thrashed around in the water while still inflicting blows on each other. I swear I heard his arm snap once. We continued going at each other until I felt a hand pull me out by the back of my collar.
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