DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.
WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you.
Now onwards to the praising of readers:
QianYun: Nasty Git in the Movies? Umm, he's not only a git in the movies, but in the books as well. I just wanted him to still have that nasty flavour, but also be a little more grown up. Though not too much! 'Grins'
Mellinde: Well, technically I wasn't the one who invented the insult 'Gryffindork', I read it somewhere and it just stuck with me, you see I was sorted into Slytherin in those online tests. So kudos to those who invented Gryffindork, I'm just gonna borrow it
Starrarose: But he will hopefully find out. 'Grins' One way or another
Gods of Death: Well, I do try my best to keep them somewhat in Character.
Mentaru: Yeah, I like it when people fall on each other as well. That why I thought it would perfectly in that scenario. And dreams? 'Gasp' I completely forgot about that rule of unconsciousness. Damn me. Well, he'll just have to have some good Harry Dreams some other chapter.
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Driven to Insanity
FlamencoPenguin
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin
03. Truce?
He's avoiding me. I know he is.
It's been two days since I left the Hospital Wing. TWO DAYS!
Really, I expected a lot more from that Gryffindor Golden Boy.
Stupid Gryffindorks.
I hate him, I hate him. I HATE HIM!
So what else is new?
What do you mean by that?
I'm not original?
I hate you.
Stupid Journal.
I need appreciation. I want it. I want him.
Eh-
I mean I want him to thank me, to show me his gratitude for saving his pathetic life. And in the process risking my own life. At least he could acknowledge me, get over his stupid Gryffindorish tendencies of being against Slytherins and thank me!
I hate him.
Yes, I KNOW I already wrote that. Stop interrupting.
Sodding writing utensils.
Gah! If you want something done right, you have to it yourself.
Yeah, and I'll embarrass him while doing so. Because I'm not letting him get away without giving me what I want and what I deserve.
Draco slammed the book shut, remembered to lock it up in his trunk and stormed out of the dorm rooms and headed off to the Great Hall. Dinner was well under way by the time he stepped in.
He smirked deviously and ignored the brunette waving at him from the Slytherin table, Blaise could wait. He determinedly stalked over to a completely different table and managed to attract the stunned looks of several people in the hall.
He slowed down to casual swagger as he neared his goal, the seats where the Gryffindor Golden Trio was sitting. He put on his most charming smile as he sat down on the empty seat beside Potter. Draco took a hold of the plate in front of him and began to fill it up with his favourite foods.
He could feel the glares, the confused and surprised looks directed at him and he looked up to see only what he had expected, Weasley was glaring, Granger was sporting a surprised look and Potter had that confused expression Draco had seen a lot lately. Finally the redhead decided to speak.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" He growled.
"Why, Weasel…" Draco began nonchalantly. "I thought it would obvious."
Weasley looked confused for a moment, but soon moulded his expression back into a glare. Draco snorted.
"I am eating." To emphasize his point his a bite of the steak and moaned loudly at the taste.
"You can do that at your own house table, Ferret. Get lost!" Weasley sneered.
"No, I don't think I will. After all there are no rules about not sitting by your own house table." Draco took another bite.
"Well, we don't want you to sit here."
"I don't really care, Weasel."
"Fuck off!"
"Really, do you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?" Draco sniffed haughtily.
"Malfoy." Potter finally interjected having brought himself out of his stupor. "You have obviously come over here for something, why don't you tell us what it is, so that you can get back to your table and we can finish our dinner in peace."
"I thought you'd never ask." The blonde battered his eyelashes at the black haired teen beside him.
"Just spit it out, Malfoy." Potter sighed.
"I want to know why you're avoiding me." Draco stated, there he had said it, Potter had better give him a really good answer or else curses would start flying.
"What?"
"I didn't think that you were deaf, blind maybe, but deaf? Potter, I want to know why you're avoiding me."
"I heard you the first time." Potter growled.
"Could have fooled me. So are you going to answer?"
"Malfoy." The brunette began. "I'm always avoiding you."
Draco stared. "No you're not."
"Yes, Malfoy, I am."
"Why?"
Potter sighed heavily and made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, he looked down at his plate for a moment. When he looked back up at the blonde boy, a sad expression flashed across his face. "Don't you ever get tired of fighting?"
Now it was Draco's turn to be confused. "What?"
"Malfoy."
"I-" He was flustered. He was never flustered, then why now? Was it because of those sad green eyes staring imploringly at him, expecting an answer?
"I mean fighting like we do is so childish and petty." Potter decided to elaborate, since Draco seemed in no condition to speak. "We're in Seventh year for Merlin's sake. We are the oldest students here and we have been fighting like children for the past seven years."
Petty? Potter was implying that he was petty? Why that insolent little Gryffindork. He finally gathered his wit enough to make a comment.
"Then what would you have us do instead?"
"I don't know. Be civil for a change?" Potter shrugged. "I just don't want to fight anymore. I have more important things to attend to than schoolyard rivalries."
More important things? Potter was saying that he, Draco Malfoy, wasn't important?
What could be more important than him?
"Be civil?!" Weasley suddenly spluttered. "To the FERRET?"
"Ron, please." Potter pleaded. "We're not children anymore and with Voldemort - stop flinching Ron - out there, shouldn't we rather concentrate on the war than petty rivalries?"
"Harry's right, Ron." Granger interrupted.
"But- but he's…and we're…" Weasley babbled.
"We're practically adults, Ron." Granger chided. "Which means we should act that way. I don't like Malfoy any more than you do, but that doesn't mean I wish to act like a bigoted fool."
"But…"
"A truce then, eh Potter? Is that what you want?" Draco raised an eyebrow in question.
"In a way…yes."
"Alright then as the first act of this truce, you may thank me." The blonde smirked.
"Thank you? What for?" Potter looked at him puzzled.
"For saving your life from the rogue Bludger of course. Come on, let loose the gratitude and appreciation."
"That's it!" Weasley jumped up from his seat. "Get lost, Malfoy. Go to your own table, but you're not going to get any gratitude from us. Harry could have handled the Bludger by himself, right Harry?" The redhead looked to Potter for an affirmative, though he was ignored.
"Malfoy, why exactly did you help me on the Pitch. You could just a well have let the Bludger hit me and you would have caught the Snitch. So why?" The black haired teen was staring scrutinizing at Draco. Granger soon did as well, while Weasley remained glaring.
"I- Uh- Well, I couldn't just let the Bludger smash your scull, now could I? That would be heartless."
"You have a heart?" Weasley snorted, but was quickly quieted by an elbow in his side from Granger.
"Shut up, Weasel." Draco sneered.
"Make me!"
"Alright." Draco smirked as he pulled out his wand. "Silencio!"
Weasley opened his mouth to shout at him, but nothing came out. The redhead slowly began redden in the face until it matched the colour of his hair. He opened his mouth several times shouting obscenities and cursing, shaking his fist at the blonde, yet he still remained silent. Finally he turned to Granger, pleading with his eyes for her to take the spell of him. She ignored him. Instead she turned to Draco a calculating look in her brown eyes.
"What is it you truly want, Malfoy? I don't believe you, when you say you want a truce."
"Now why wouldn't I want a truce? I am an adult as you said."
"Then why now? You've behaved just like you always do since the start of term. Why the sudden change? You can't possible expect us to believe that you just woke up one morning and knew you wanted a truce if it was offered."
"Believe what you want Mud- Granger. I don't care."
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Fine."
Draco nodded curtly and made to stand up from his seat, but was halted by a warm hand on his arm. He glanced up to find green eyes staring at him. Again they were scrutinizing him, as if Potter was trying to read his mind. Suddenly he felt a little jolt in the back of his mind, but it disappeared before he could even think about what it was. Then unexpectedly the verdant eyes turned impish and Potter grinned.
"So are you going to remove the spell or are we going to leave him like this?" The black haired teen gestured to the sulking redhead.
"Well, I certainly find this an improvement of Mr. Weasley's person." A snide voice interrupted from behind Potter. "Now Mr. Malfoy, I do believe you should return to your own table, it seems as if you have outstayed your welcome." Professor Snape said, while eyeing the now glaring redhead disdainfully.
"Very well, Professor, though if Potter wishes me to stay, it should be his choice. Shouldn't it? There are no rules of not sitting by your own house table during meals."
Snape cast a full fledged 'Death Glare' at Potter and sneered. "No, there aren't, Mr. Malfoy. Though why you would want to spend time with these miscreants is beyond me." With that he stalked away, but not before glaring at the Gryffindors once more, just for good measure.
"I don't get him sometimes." Potter muttered. "What was his point for coming over here other than getting his insult quota for the day done?"
"And telling us indirectly that he does not find our 'truce' with Malfoy appropriate." Granger added.
"That's Snape for you." Potter continued, he looked over at his still silent, still glaring redheaded friend. "Maybe we should get that spell off you, huh Ron?" All he got in response was a withering glare from the sulking teen in question.
"Oh, stop sulking Ron. Finite Incantatum!" Granger waved her wand and released Weasley form the spell.
"Ferret." Weasley glared at the blonde. "If you don't want to find any of your body parts missing within the next few seconds, you'd better get over to your own table." He growled lowly.
"Wow, threats and extortion from a Gryffindor. My, my, how very Slytherin of you Weasel." Draco smirked. "Fine, I'll take my leave. I wouldn't want you to actually be less than your House stands for." With that he strode off to join his housemates, offering a curt nod at Potter.
"Bloody bastard." Was the last he heard from the Gryffindor table before he got out of earshot.
"Alright Draco, spill. What exactly were you doing over by the Gryffindor Golden Boy?"
"Really, Blaise. I thought that Weasel was talking loud enough for everyone to hear."
"Yeah, well, I just didn't think it was true that you agreed to a truce. I mean between the four of you, you have all thrown so many hexes at each other in the hallways that Filch would be able to keep you all in detention until you turned eighty." Blaise slowly cut out his steak as he tried to eat, while talking to Draco.
"Hmm."
"Draco, come on." Blaise whined, Draco hated it when the dark haired boy whined. It was so annoying. Now if it was Potter, whining and begging him to unspeakable things to his body, it would be another thing. It would be - Draco quickly shook his head, he did not just think that. Damn Potter and that body of his.
"Draco are you listening? Hello!" Blaise was waving a hand in front of his face and the blonde snappishly batted it away. "Hey!" The brunette cried out indignantly.
"Shut up, Blaise. And it's the truth." At Blaise's blank expression, he continued. "Yes, Merlin damn it, I have made a truce with Potter and his band of goody-goodies."
"Ah, so you can lead them into a false sense of security and then strike them down so much harder, right?"
"No." Draco deadpanned. "I've made a truce with them, because I'm tired of being on the receiving end of their curses. Besides this way I can openly look at Potter's bo-" Draco abruptly stopped himself.
"At Potter's body? Ey? So you admit that you're attracted to him?" Blaise's face lit up in glee and perhaps at the possibility of blackmail.
"Fine! I'm attracted to Potter, utterly and totally attracted to him. And if you ever tell anyone about it, I'll make you my first victim of the next charm we learn in class combined with a Severing Charm as well. Got it?" Draco snarled.
"Uh…"
"I'll take that as a yes." The blonde smirked and dug into his chocolate pudding.
A/N: Now that's a wrap for this time. Read&Review, it's always appreciated, keeps the creativity going and keeps my mind from going into stalemate. Tell me what you think!
