Truth To Be Told
Chapter 1
He stares at her from across the room. She really has no idea of his feelings, though he thought they were as obvious as the stars in the sky on a clear night. She, of all people, should know, she, the most brilliant witch to ever set foot in Hogwarts. Though, perhaps this is where her brilliance ended. His feelings had progressed rapidly since his second year. He tried to get himself to forget them, and he even went as far as being with Pansy. But that only made it worse. As he stared at the one person that mad his heart stop, he licked his lips. Glancing over, he berated himself for his moronic thoughts. If his real best friend could not even read him, than he would never succeed in letting his deepest secret free. He could never tell her, she would never understand. She would quite possibly hate him for the rest of his life.
He was weak and frail, not strong and intimidating as everyone thought. She knew his weaknesses and his secrets, except this one. She smiled at him warmly. Glancing at her watch, she turned back around. Meeting in secret killed him, but there was no other way. Their friendship was forbidden. He would be heartbroken if anything were to happen to her, especially if anyone broke her heart.
He still remembered exactly how they became friends. During the summer before their sixth year, they literally ran into one another while shopping for school supplies. Both dropped all of their parcels, though she had many more than he. Not knowing why exactly, he helped her with her parcels and offered to buy her lunch. She gave him the oddest look, but duly noted the sincerity in his eyes, and accepted. Thoroughly shocked with her response, he nodded. Tabby's Tavern was their destination. They ordered their lunch and soon after there was an awkward silence. Avoiding the other's eyes for about five minutes, they both sighed.
'Why did you ask me to lunch?' 'Why did you agree to come to lunch?'
Each laughed quietly, and then he explained.
'It was an apology, well rather, me looking for amusement, so to speak,'
'It shocked me, but intrigued me all the same,' she answered in a whisper.
She had lowered her eyes in embarrassment, he still to this day had no idea why she had done that, she was not the type to do such a thing.
'Why now?' she asked.
'Why now what?' he asked in return.
'Why are you being civilized?'
'Oh well, honestly, I haven't a clue, it just feels wrong to be nasty to you,' he replied.
'Oh,' she stared at the floor. 'Friends?'
He smiled and placed his hand over hers, and nodded.
'Friends,' he whispered.
He smiled to himself, a year and a half later; they knew each other better than anyone else did. Though in secret, still their friendship was incredibly strong.
'Mr. Malfoy, my class has ended,' Professor McGonagall announced.
Potter, Weasley, and she laughed. Though, hers was more of a discrete giggle. He always loved her laugh. If he couldn't see her, he only needed her laugh. More often than naught, she sent him voice letters during the summer and breaks rather than written letters, and he would do the same. And in a box under the boards of his room, he had every letter she had written to him, and several pictures she had sent, along with intimate and precious gifts. Most of them he was able to keep out, though it pained him to say they were from Pansy.
One day soon they could be free to walk the halls and no longer keep their secret. With the downfall of Voldemort, which rapidly approached, he was sure they could appear to everyone. Soon, he told himself.