by Jas
Harry's POV
I sit in darkness in the Boys' Dormitory. Damned Malfoy. He kicked my knee in the duel, and it's bloody painful. The small mirror on my bed starts to glow. I pick it up and limp to the empty Common Room.
Malfoy. He knows?
"I see you learned how to use a two-way."
Malfoy pauses. "A what?"
"A two-way mirror," I can see his bruised cheek.
"A two-way mirror?" Malfoy frowns. "...you haven't been spying on me with this, have you?"
My face grows warm. "That's ridiculous! Who wants to spy on a git like you?"
Malfoy bites his lip and thinks, "I don't know, you've always seemed so... fixed on me, since---" he counts with his fingers, "--forever."
That's not true... Is it? I raise my eyebrow.
"This is your doing then, this glow-screen thing?"
"What?"
"This," Malfoy says. I'm surprised his tone hasn't got bite. "This. You sent me this mirror?"
"Oh... I did."
"So, what are you up to this time? Didn't get enough of me in that duel?" He smirked.
I'm feeling all weird again. "Only trying to find out what you're planning to pull on me, before you actually do anything."
"But you sent it to me first!" his tone climbs a little higher. "Gods, Potter, everyone can see that you're just too scared to face the real me. It's probably the real reason why you sent this."
"I've told you! Man, you won't know the truth even if it hit you in the face." I consider telling Malfoy about the truce, but think better of it.
He becomes quiet. "I don't have anything under my sleeve yet."
"Well, that's good to know. I'm sick of your stupid jokes, you know that?"
"Yeah, which is why I still pull them after all this while."
Should have known.
"Potter, this is no use." Malfoy thinks for a short second. "We've been at it forever."
"So what are you trying to say?" Man, he's contradicting. "A truce?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it that, I'd just call it a break from this hostility. But, if only you agree to it, that is."
"Sounds alright to me." Finally, some peace.
"Ok."
Awkward silence.
"You know, I wouldn't even bother for a handshake, if I could manage it now." Malfoy adds.
"Don't think I would shake yours either, Malfoy, unless we're both made Quidditch captains."
More, awkward silence.
"How do I get off this thing?"
"Leave it alone?"
"You sent it, you should know! I'm not going let this run so you can hear me while I'm sleeping!"
"I've never used one before. Fine, I won't keep it on... Same goes to you." Hearing him sleep? Isn't he paranoid.
"Ok. Then I'll just put it somewhere else, then."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Yeah."
"OK."
Even more silence.
And I shove it into my pocket.
Harry's POV
I sit in darkness in the Boys' Dormitory. Damned Malfoy. He kicked my knee in the duel, and it's bloody painful. The small mirror on my bed starts to glow. I pick it up and limp to the empty Common Room.
Malfoy. He knows?
"I see you learned how to use a two-way."
Malfoy pauses. "A what?"
"A two-way mirror," I can see his bruised cheek.
"A two-way mirror?" Malfoy frowns. "...you haven't been spying on me with this, have you?"
My face grows warm. "That's ridiculous! Who wants to spy on a git like you?"
Malfoy bites his lip and thinks, "I don't know, you've always seemed so... fixed on me, since---" he counts with his fingers, "--forever."
That's not true... Is it? I raise my eyebrow.
"This is your doing then, this glow-screen thing?"
"What?"
"This," Malfoy says. I'm surprised his tone hasn't got bite. "This. You sent me this mirror?"
"Oh... I did."
"So, what are you up to this time? Didn't get enough of me in that duel?" He smirked.
I'm feeling all weird again. "Only trying to find out what you're planning to pull on me, before you actually do anything."
"But you sent it to me first!" his tone climbs a little higher. "Gods, Potter, everyone can see that you're just too scared to face the real me. It's probably the real reason why you sent this."
"I've told you! Man, you won't know the truth even if it hit you in the face." I consider telling Malfoy about the truce, but think better of it.
He becomes quiet. "I don't have anything under my sleeve yet."
"Well, that's good to know. I'm sick of your stupid jokes, you know that?"
"Yeah, which is why I still pull them after all this while."
Should have known.
"Potter, this is no use." Malfoy thinks for a short second. "We've been at it forever."
"So what are you trying to say?" Man, he's contradicting. "A truce?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it that, I'd just call it a break from this hostility. But, if only you agree to it, that is."
"Sounds alright to me." Finally, some peace.
"Ok."
Awkward silence.
"You know, I wouldn't even bother for a handshake, if I could manage it now." Malfoy adds.
"Don't think I would shake yours either, Malfoy, unless we're both made Quidditch captains."
More, awkward silence.
"How do I get off this thing?"
"Leave it alone?"
"You sent it, you should know! I'm not going let this run so you can hear me while I'm sleeping!"
"I've never used one before. Fine, I won't keep it on... Same goes to you." Hearing him sleep? Isn't he paranoid.
"Ok. Then I'll just put it somewhere else, then."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Yeah."
"OK."
Even more silence.
And I shove it into my pocket.