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The Real Me- Chapter 3
Harry walked to play structure in the middle of the park. There sat two swing sets, 4 swings per set. There was only one occupied swing. It was occupied by a boy with messy, white-blonde hair filled with little dreadlocks from neglect. He looked unnaturally skinny and was wearing tight, well-worn, clothes. Harry picked a swing in the other swing set. Harry was mumbling to himself about 'tasks ahead', 'Voldemort' and 'the other pieces' and shuffling his feet in the dirt below his swing.
Draco had his eyes closed and was daydreaming about what life could have been if he had succeeded in Voldemort's task, or if Voldemort had never existed. He thought he heard somebody walking near him, but he kept his eyes closed. He heard the person sit down on one of the swings. The person was mumbling to themselves. Draco pretended not to be paying attention but he was secretly eavesdropping. Most of what the person was saying was inaudible or didn't make sense. But then Draco caught the word 'Voldemort". Draco couldn't help himself his head shot up and his eyes popped open. He looked over at the person and couldn't help the gasp that escaped his mouth. No it couldn't be him, not here.
Harry was watching his feet move back in forth in the dirt when he felt someone's eye on him. He tried to ignore the feeling. Then the person gasped, and Harry, without thinking, turned his head to look at the person. He too gasped.
"Potter!"
"Malfoy!"
The two stared at each other, mouths open, stunned. No way!
"Whoa…" Harry said as a smile crept across his face.
"What are you smirking at?" Draco drawled, now fully recovered from his shock.
"Same old Malfoy… You know I really should kill you…" At his last comment Draco's breath caught and he gave Harry a questioning sideways glance.
"I said I should. But I hardly think this is the right place." Draco sighed deeply and Harry swore he saw Draco's eyes water. Harry took pride in the fact that he had almost made Draco Malfoy cry.
"What are you doing here anyways? Or is it Deatheater business?"
Draco winced and shook his head. Draco rolled up his sleeve to show the mutilated skin where the Dark Mark had been. When Harry looked up he saw Draco with a new perspective.
"Doesn't that mean you're on Voldemort's death list?" Draco nodded.
"So that gives you what, 5 hours to live?"
"I have been here for a while, actually."
"What's a while?"
"A couple of weeks."
"Hmm…"
"What about you, you live around here?" Draco asked.
"Mm…well, I moved into an apartment a little ways away, but my aunt and uncle live a bit away."
"Cool."
"Sure."
"You know what time it is?"
"Uh, yeah…" Harry leaned over and showed his watch to Draco.
"I got to go. I have got work." Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Draco nodded to say, 'yes, I have a job Harry, as hard as it is to believe' and walked away.
"Bye," Harry called out. Draco waved.
To Be Continued…
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