What Friends Are For
Hathien Greenleaf
Prologue
Sometimes I find it hard to believe that my best friend and I had once been bitter enemies. Whenever the Hogwarts yearbook comes out, we always laugh as we reminisce about all the shared insults and jabs, and I always like to bring up the time I slapped him in the face. It amazes me how much he's changed, that he can laugh about what a pansy he was instead of going red in the face and jumping up to defend himself. If someone had told me back then that I would one day be sipping tea and laughing at days past with Draco Malfoy, well, I probably would have laughed. Then hexed them, and then thought about it because really, it's not that impossible.
Draco and I have a special relationship, as corny as that sounds. While I feel guilty excluding Ron and Harry, Draco is my best friend. I wish I could justify this and say Draco has been there from the beginning and is always been there for me, but it's just not true. It's Ron and Harry that really fit into that category, but well, Draco's like, a girlfriend, the best girlfriend I never had but always secretly wanted. He's incredibly stylish, so much more so than I can ever hope to become. He always knows all the gossip (He really does, he can know things five minutes after they happen when he's two hundred miles away and locked in a dark room all alone. Alright, I exaggerate, but you get my point.) and he gives great advise. He's got all the qualities a girl could have and yet, he's smart you know? I know I'm stereotyping, but he's not ditzy or silly like a schoolgirl, he's intelligent. He has this clever and sarcastic wit about him, and he can actually be funny if you catch him in the right mood. Plus, Draco oozes masculinity, and I must say, is incredibly handsome. He's quite fetching really, a real catch I'd say......ok he's gorgeous. Especially compared to me, with my bushy brown hair and plain features, and his white blonde that he just runs a hand through in the morning and it looks perfect. Lousy git.
Draco would say I was selling myself short. That I am beautiful, if only I would take the time to curl my hair and apply a little makeup. Being beautiful is work, he always says. But well, Draco is gay, so I sometimes distrust his judgement of womanly beauty, or anything that has to do with my "lady parts" as he has dubbed them. But I trust him on everything else, and he has proved himself to be more than worthy of that trust. Our sixth year is one of the many examples of his loyalty, but one of the most significant.
In our last two years at Hogwarts he has helped me to achieve what I would otherwise be still working for. And in return I did the same for him. He gave me Ronald Weasley, I gave him Harry Potter.
But I suppose I should start from the beginning.
Author's Notes: This is the first fanfic I have ever posted. I've actually been writing them for a while now, but I never thought they were good enough to post. I'm not sure this one is but I thought what the hell I should give it a shot. . Anyhow I would really appreciate some feedback, so please RR!!