Chapter Eleven: Petty Feud
Warning(s): language, talk of slash
"I never thought you would have the nerve to hide out in plain view." Dark spun around to see Krad leaning in the doorframe.
"What do you want Krad?" Dark asked, standing up and bracing himself for a battle. "I haven't done anything to you."
"You've done plenty!" Krad snapped. "But that isn't why I'm here. I heard that you're helping them fight the Dark Lord."
"Yes, I am. I have no choice since my host is the one who will be bringing his downfall." Krad smirked. "What's it to you anyway?" Krad moved to sit in one of the abandoned chairs.
"My host has been pleading with me. He wants to end the feud between him and Potter because he doesn't want the Mark…whatever that is."
"The Dark Mark. You should pay more attention to your hosts Krad, you might learn something about the world we now live in." Krad scowled, but for once it wasn't directed at Dark. "So he wants a truce?"
"Yes." Dark hmmed.
"Tell you what. While Harry's thinking about this, I want you to tell me something." Krad blinked. "Why do you hate me?" Krad nearly fell over in shock.
"Are you shitting me?" Dark shook his head. "Man, you're more messed up than I thought."
"What?" Krad shook his head. "I am so sorry I can't remember but….."
"You stole something from me." Krad finally said. Dark frowned.
"But that's my job…to steal." Krad grumbled. "Huh?"
"Not a painting or sculpture you ass!" Dark blinked. "You stole Angela." This time Dark nearly fell over in shock.
"Angie? You think I stole your GIRLFRIEND? THAT"S WHY YOU HATE ME?" Krad nodded with a huff. "I can't fuckin' believe this."
"You did!" Dark ignored Harry's laugh. "What? Why are you smirking?"
"You're the ass Krad. I was never interested in her. It was her BROTHER I wanted." Now Krad DID fall over in shock. "I swing both ways, and I found her brother better looking than her."
"B-but she…" Krad scratched his head.
"She left for some other guy, not me. She probably just mentioned my name because of her brother."
"So we've been fighting for nothing." Krad grunted. He looked up at Dark to see the other smirking.
"Well, since your host obviously doesn't want to fight with mine..maybe we should take their example?"
"You mean a truce." Dark nodded. Krad sighed. "Very well then, truce." They shook hands.
"Harry also agrees to a truce." Krad nodded. "And I have to go meet up with Ron and Hermione. I'll see you around Krad."
"All right."
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"So it was a petty feud after all!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Guess so." Dark said. Ron rolled his eyes. "But at least we wont have to worry about him anymore."
"I can't believe Malfoy would want a truce though." Ron said. "How do we know it isn't some trick?"
"We won't trust him much at first. He'll have to prove himself of course." Dark told Ron. "It wont be easy either."
"I guess not….but I still don't like it!"
"You don't have to." Hermione grumbled. "But I'm willing to give him a chance as long as he can explain why he treated us so horribly."
"You mean there might be a reason besides horribleness?"
"Ron, think! His fathers a Death Eater! He can't just go befriending us because he wants to. His father would never allow it."
"But…"
"I think Hermione's right. He would probably be hurt if he didn't do as he was told. My guess is he's finally gotten out of his father's way. That's why he's reaching out."
"Whatever…"
TBC
