Well i still dont have a beta, but i think i do an OK job of editing and such. However, if anyone wants to lend a hand or whatnot, i will be greatly pleased and will write and update quicker.
Summary for Chapter 3: Harry meets up with 'someone' who shares his task, and they decide to search together.
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Harry whirled around, his anger rising again, all of this was Malfoy's fault, he wasn't sure how but it was. Even though Malfoy had been about to turn over to Dumbledore's side, if he hadn't delayed so long, then maybe Dumbledore would still be...
Harry sent a string of curses at Malfoy, who deflected them without trouble and just as easily disarmed Harry and pointed his wand at his throat.
"Lower your arm Malfoy, before I break it," Harry growled, his anger burning bright.
Malfoy smirked, his eyes glittering with satisfaction of having Harry at his wand tip, "Nice to see you too, Potty,"
"I'm warning you, lower your wand!"
Malfoy raised a brow, "I'm sorry Potter, but you just attacked me. I think I have the right to keep my wand pointed at you."
"This is my last warning-"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Oh come off it, Potter. Stop your petty threats. I'm not going to hurt you. I just don't want you hurting ME, so get used to my wand, because you two are going to get friendly over the next five minutes."
"You're an idiot, Malfoy," Harry grumbled and relented.
"Yes, probably, but I'm not the one with a wand pointed at my throat, am I Harry?"
Harry looked up, eyes wide, "Did you just call me-"
"No, drop it," Malfoys eyes thinned.
"I don't think I will, Malfoy. You just called me Harry, admit it,"
"I think you took one too many happy pills this morning, Harry," Malfoy paused, "Damn. Fine, I called you Harry but it doesn't mean anything, only that I've grown up, and you should too. I'm not the same prerson you hated in Hogwarts."
"Aren't you?"
Malfoy looked at Harry, the hurt clearly showing in his eyes, masked unsuccessfully by anger, "No, I'm not,"
An uncomfortable silence followed, with both looking at their feet, at a loss for words. Suddenly Harry asked, "What did you mean, about me taking too many happy pills? Why would I need those?"
Malfoy shrugged, "I don't know. I thought you would need them.I would, if I was like you," Harry shot him a look, "I mean, from what I know of you, you enjoy feeling guilty way too much and probably blame yourself for Dubledore's death, and for Black's death, and all that."
"What do you mean 'from what I know of you'?" Harry said accusingly.
"Well, no offense, but you're pretty transparent when it comes to your feelings,"
Harry had never thought of himself as 'transparent' but he thought about how Ron and Hermione had always known when something was upsetting him or bothering him, or when he was lying.
"So what are you doing here, Malfoy?" Yes, What WAS Malfoy doing at Godric's Hollow, where Harry's parent had been murdered?
Malfoy shrugged and said, "Same as you, I suppose. Trying to kill Voldemort." By now his arm was lowerd, dangling at his side. Harry could easily attack him, but for some reason, he didn't want to.
Harry asked shocked, "YOU want to kill Voldemort? But I thought-"
"Yes yes, that I'm a death eater, right? That I have the dark mark and Voldemort is my hero?" Malfoy shot him an irritated look, "As a matter of fact, Harry, NO Voldemort is anything but my hero, and I'm NOT a death eater."
"And-"
Malfoy pulled up his sleeve to his shoulder, "But yes, I do have the dark mark okay? Not one of my best traits, but I live with it."
Harry realized something. Malfoy actually wasn't that stupid, in fact, he had always been good at school and stuff, and probably knew loads more about this type of thing that Harry did. Harry got an idea. It was insane, but it would probably make the search go loads faster...
He rubbed his neck, "So YOU'RE out to find the Horcruxes, and I'M out to find the Horcruxes, so..."
Malfoy cocked a brow, "Are you suggesting what I THINK you're suggesting, Potter?"
Harry frowned at Malfoy, "We don't have to become best mates or anything. But if we work together we might-"
Malfoy waved his hand, "Yes, Yes, work faster and get more done, and all that Gryffindor shit. Okay, Harry. I'll work with you. But like you said, no becoming friends or any of that crap, because I don't think I could deal with being you're friend or anything. Personally, even the thought of that makes me shudder.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, Draco, the feeling's mutual." He shivered, suddenly realizing the sun was down and it was quite chilly, "Let's just get on our way back and into a coffee shop so we can talk about all this, okay?" He turned and began to walk back down the path, picking up his wand on the way.
Draco ran to catch up with him, "Did you just-"
Harry cut him off, "Yes."
"Why?" Malfoy asked, confused.
"If you're going to call me by my first name, then it's only polite to return the favor,"
Even though he wasn't looking at Draco, Harry knew he was once again raising a brow, "'Favor?'"
"Figure of speech."
"I think not. I think you're actually starting to tolerate me..."
"You called me Harry first, you went soft on me long ago, Draco,"
"There it is again!"
They continued bickering down the path, both feeling slightly afraid that the other was right; they WERE starting to tolerate each other...and after tolerating each other...were they going to...? Both pushed the alien thoughts away and kept on arguing, both determined to win, even though they couldn't figure out why they were fighting in the first place.
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There it is, it's not as long as I'd hoped, only by 200 words longer or some which really isn't that much longer.
Reviews wanted!