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Chapter 2
The new Harry and the new Draco
Harry and Draco sat staring into a small fire. Neither said anything or looked at one another. They just sat and stared, the light of the flames flickering on their faces. And although the fire was burning, it was a warm summer's night, outside at least. They sat in a small, unfurnished room with no windows and only one door to get in and out. It was only one of the many rooms through out the place where they were. In fact, this place they were staying in was fairly large, but not what they would call home, because where they were staying was actually an old abandoned naval station situated deep underground in the very middle of the Sahara Desert. So in retrospect, they were out in the middle of nowhere. But, lucky for Harry and Draco, that's exactly what they wanted.
It had been two years now since Draco had come to help Harry. And over those two years, not to anyone's surprise, they still very much disliked each other. Draco would crack mean jokes on Harry and Harry would say a few back and they would always end up fighting and beating each other up. But Harry figured, the more they fought the more he became to know the darker side of the world. Every once in a while, Harry would ask Draco about some of the things Voldemort would do, since Harry new that Draco had served with Voldemort for some years and new a few of his tactics and strategies. Draco would always answer all of Harry's questions, even if he resented telling him. And on very few occasions, Harry would ask what had happened to Draco and what Voldemort had done to his family, and those nights always ended up sitting in front of the fire, not talking to each other. But by the end of the day, Harry still didn't know more about what happened except that Voldemort had tortured Draco and killed his whole family.
Harry knew that Draco had grown soft. Draco now understood what Harry had been going through all those years, with the loss of his family and no one really understanding what it felt like. They now had something in common, something that touched their hearts, and Harry knew that deep inside they were both good friends. Of course that wasn't about to stop them from disliking each other. But as years dragged by, Harry began to realize that he was liking Draco more and more, and he knew why. Because day by day Harry was becoming more and more like Draco. He began to think like Draco, to act like Draco, and boss people around like Draco, until he became dangerously close to being just like Draco. Harry knew that this couldn't happen because once he had become as mean as Draco, he wouldn't want to go fight for good anymore, and possibly, to Harry's worst fear, actually join Voldemort. Harry had stopped himself before such a thing happened, and knew that he was ready.
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Harry woke up the next morning and discovered that, to his annoyance, Draco's foot was lodged up next to his ear and his knee was sticking him in the ribs. Harry elbowed Draco's leg aside and sat up. He was laying on a rather torn up and dusty sofa in front of a bunch of still smoldering ashes from the fire last night. Harry rubbed his eyes, put his glasses on, and looked down at the sleeping Draco. To Harry's complete horror, Draco was practically sleeping right on top of him. He kicked Draco off the couch and scrambled up as fast as he could as Draco hit the hard concrete floor with a thud and a grunt. Draco sat up, rubbing his head.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Draco asked, inspecting the hand that was just on his head to make sure that he wasn't bleeding.
"You were sleeping on me, that's why!" Retorted Harry, still horrified at what just happened.
"Well you didn't have to go and crack my head on the floor!" Draco shouted back.
"It wasn't my fault you were sleeping with your head hanging half off the sofa!"
"You're lucky I'm here with you in the first place!" This is what their arguments always came down to. Draco reminding Harry why they were both there in the first place. Harry glared at Draco and then stormed out. This, as usual, was a normal start for the day.
As late afternoon approached, Harry stood, facing the sandy dunes outside underneath the scorching sun, while Draco sat on the sand, just behind him. This is what they would do everyday. Draco remembered some of the spells that Voldemort would use, and he taught them to Harry. Harry also still had the book of the Half-Blood Prince, which he hated using, but knew that it had great spells in there also. So everyday, they would walk out onto the sand, and Harry would practice the spells, sometimes with Draco as his partner, and sometimes with Draco just watching and commentaring just to make things difficult. Gradually, Harry became even more powerful then he was before.
"No, no, no! You're saying it wrong!" Said Draco from behind Harry. Harry whirled around and looked at Draco, holding his hand over his eyes to block the sun.
"You're beginning to sound exactly like Hermione Granger you know that!"
"Oh shut up", said Draco. Draco remembered Hermione, and how he would always tease her and call her awful names. Now that he thought about it, she was pretty brilliant. "Where is she right now anyway?"
"Well, she went and married Ron", Draco snorted at this. Harry just looked at him. "Not to your surprise. And then they both went to work at the Ministry. Knowing her, she probably became an Auror." Harry turned back around and began practicing again.
"And what about Ron? What is he doing for the Ministry?" asked Draco, looking up at the back of Harry's head.
"Who knows?" answered Harry, as he tried a different wrist movement for his spell and got an unwanted shock up from his wand and into his hand, making him drop his wand in the sand. "He has to be doing something though. You never know, maybe he did become an Auror." Harry bent down and picked up his wand out of the sand, dusted it off and put it back in his pocket.
"Ah, well, Mrs. Hermione Weasly. Has a nice little ring to it doesn't it?" Draco said with a little sneer on his face.
"Dirt bag", Harry said, as he walked passed Draco and back to a mound of rocks that concealed the entrance to their hideout. Draco got up and followed him, snickering the whole time. Harry walked down into the iron kitchen, opened up an old rusted fridge, and took out some big, plump grapes and began eating.
"Now where the hell did you get those?" asked Draco, slightly irritated.
"I stole them from few nomads that were passing by", replied Harry without a care.
"And you didn't get some for me?" asked Draco again, even more irritated.
"You didn't ask for some", Harry said simply.
"I didn't ask for—How the hell was I supposed to know you were going to go steel food from a bunch of poor people!" yelled Draco. It was now Harry's turn to snicker and sneer. "Besides, didn't I tell you not to approach people you don't know!"
"Oh come on! Look, they were no one."
"How do you know? They could have been under a curse or using a Polyjuice potion! Learn to use your brain Harry!"
"Don't talk to me like that! You're not my mother!"
"Well I might as well be! I'm the only one around here looking after you!"
"That's because you're the only other person in this god forsaken place!"
"Well you might want to take some responsibility and start looking after yourself!"
"I would if you weren't always harping on my back all the time!"
"What! You're lucky I'm here with you in the first place!" Draco had said the words. The words that always ended their fights, or at least most of the time. They were both silent. Harry snatched up his grapes and began to stalk off, but as he passed by Draco, he stopped, turned around, and shoved the grapes into Draco's face, knocking Draco off of his metal stool and on to the floor. Draco stood up with the grapes on top of his head, his fists clenched and the veins in his forehead popping out. He grabbed the grapes on top of his head and threw them on the ground, Harry standing their the whole time with a satisfied grin on his face. Suddenly, Draco lunged at Harry who jumped out of the way and let Draco land face first on the floor but not before Harry himself accidentally stepped on the grapes, slipped and went flying up into the air. For the rest of the afternoon they wrestled each other in the kitchen, and eventually around the rest of the abandoned naval station, breaking almost everything they ran into. But, of course, this was just another regular afternoon.
I hope you enjoyed it. It is rather silly, but it's suposed to be funny. I did hope it would be longer, but oh well. Some of my chapters will be short and some will be long, so I'll just suprise ya! Well go R&R! Thanks!
Anna B. the Greek : Thanks so much for the review! You are my first reviewer! I hope this chapter answerd most of the questions you had about Harry. I'm very glad that you're liking it!
