Disclaimer- Don't own Draco or Harry. They belong to J.K Rowling.
Harry told himself, no… no this didn't happen, as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. He watched as everyone he knew and loved complained about him and talked about him behind his back. ' No, this is fake, I know they wouldn't say these things!' Harry frantically tried to convince himself. Yet his excuses and thoughts became weaker and weaker as each word seemed to make more and more sense, and in fact soon it seemed only logical that all the people around him would turn their back on him. After all, he had been distant and stand- offish. After all he hadn't been a very good friend lately either. Yet a small voice in his head reminded him, didn't he have a reason? Shouldn't they have been concerned? After all on several occasions it had been clear that something was horribly wrong. Why hadn't they tried to figure it out? Why were they so quick to abandon him when things got rough?
Suddenly Harry felt angry and alone and very hateful. It hurt that suddenly he had no one. How many times had he stuck with them, after all they had been through, and suddenly he had no one. It wasn't fair, they knew how miserable his life was- how could they do this to him?! How could they leave him so alone? They weren't true friends at all. So what did he even need them for anyways? He didn't he didn't need anyone. If he had been in his right mind maybe he would have been shocked at how fast his moods had changed if he had been thinking clearly he would have realized obviously someone was playing mind games with him, but Harry Potter was not thinking logically Harry Potter was angry and alone, and hateful.
Draco was tired. Draco had given up, but unfortunately for the vampires he just didn't have the energy to become hateful. They tried to make him hate Harry for giving up, tried to tell him that Harry should have done something and while he may have agreed Draco had spent years hating Potter and now it just didn't seem worth it. Draco Malfoy was depressed. Finally they threw him in a cell and went back to the drawing board extremely vexed, they had expected Harry to be the difficult one not him. After all, he was supposedly already evil wasn't he? Well, things are not always what they seem.
Draco slumped against the wall and studied the shadows around him. Shadows that seemed to move…and have distinct shapes…human life shapes.
"Draco?" came a small female voice. It was the girl he fed from.
"Yes, it's me." he whispered back. The girl crawled slowly from the shadows so he could see he a bit more clearly in the dim light of the torches outside his cell. He had never really studied her before. In other circumstances she would have been a pretty girl, but now she appeared to be too thin and her hair wasn't done, just pulled back with a few frizzy strands sticking out. He face was smudged with dirt and her clothes stained and torn. She shivered.
"Are…are you...um-" the frightened girl started to say but Draco cut her off.
"No- I'm not evil…. Yet…but-soon" he said knowing it was the truth. The girl just nodded and leaned back against the cold rough wall. A few minutes passed and then the two muggles were thrown in. Draco hadn't paid them much attention before…Billy and Joe he remembered were their names. Their eyes were cold and dead but they looked to be in better shape physically than Draco was. Joe was Asian and not even six feet tall with an usually stocky build. His hair was a bit longish, just so it fell in front of his eyes. Billy had dark brown hair that was short and spiked and wore dark baggy clothes.
"You still holding on?" Billy whispered, Draco nodded weakly. Joe snorted.
"Why bother?" he asked his tone lacking the character Draco vaguely recalled from when he had first been brought in fighting and screaming.
Draco shrugged and pondered the question himself.