Legal BS: Same as always.

Warning: Despite how depressed I usually am, I've never written angst before.

Judith

By :Inu-Risa Ouji

Chapter two: It's Not Like You Killed Someone

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you
-A Perfect Circle; Judith©

Draco looked at Harry with a mix of shock and disgust. Who would've thought the Boy Who Lived would do something like that to himself? The mere thought was implausible. Before Draco could so much as open his mouth, Snape's deep drawl filled the chilly potions classroom.

"I expect twelve inches of parchment on why or why not you feel this potion is more effective than the Vitaserum we use today on my desk tomorrow. No excuses." He looked pointedly at Harry. "Now, get out of my sight." the potions master practically snarled at the students as they filed out of the classroom. Draco continued to gape at Harry as the black haired boy packed up his things, not even stopping when the boy glared at him.

"What?" Harry asked, obviously annoyed. Draco's face colored slightly.

"W-why? Why would you do something like that to yourself!" Draco's voice was raising, causing a few student's to once again look in their direction. Harry shushed him, his black brows furrowed.

"Will you keep it down? And what do you care? You hate me, remember?" Harry turned away from the blonde boy. "And besides, it's not like no one else does it." Without awaiting a response from Draco, he quickly exited the room. Still curious, Draco followed him.

"For your information, I don't care, Potter."

"Sure sounds like you do, Malfoy. And in any case, you wouldn't understand." This time, Harry didn't try to escape the you Malfoy heir, instead just walking in uncomfortable silence, his brows still furrowed.

"Why wouldn't I understand, Potter?" Draco said quietly, still walking alongside Harry.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy? You have it all. Money, family who cares about you, legions of girls that would die to have you and boys who would do the same." much to Harry's surprise, Draco scoffed.

"You have no idea how dense you sound, do you, Potter? Sure, I have money, but I also have a family who only acts like they care about me so they can be kept up on the social ladder, and girls and guys who only want to fuck me to up their status around school. I get shit out of it." Draco smirked bitterly. Harry only stayed quiet. He had no idea being the heir of the Malfoy fortune sucked so much ball. He thought Malfoy would have it easy. "But, you know what?" Draco continued. "I never thought to dwell on it too much because, despite what you may think of me, I know that there are people much worse off." The blonde raised his head , a slightly whimsical look in his deep grey eyes. What a fantastic view on life, Harry thought as he continued onward to his divination class.

"By the way, where's Weasley and Granger?"

"Probably fucking in Filch's supply closet." Draco visibly shuddered.

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Harry sat by himself at the small round tea table in the Divination classroom. Hermoine and Ron spent most of the time flirting, so he decided to move. He sighed bitterly as he roamed his hands along the crystal ball, hoping to see at least some good in his future. Crimson swirled inside the crystalline sphere like a gas, expanding until the sphere looked like it had been painted with blood. The crimson cleared and in the ball, Harry saw himself. He was smiling, and not one of the fake smiles he had used to give people, but a genuine smile, like the one he flashed when he first got chosen for Quidditch, like when her saw his parents in the Mirror, and especially when he first got away from the Dursley's and came to Hogwarts. He saw that he was looking at up at someone; obviously a person, because he was latched on to a slightly taller person's arm.

'Ugh, why can't I see their face?' Harry thought bitterly as he focused his mind harder and soon, he was leaning forward, his forehead pressed against the cool crystal. For the life of him he couldn't see any more than that. 'I give.' he thought, sighing and leaning back. Divination was usually his nap time anyway. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing and was about to put his head down when he heard the sound of the chair across from him slide out from under the table. Harry opened his eyes a little bit and his heart nearly stopped when he saw Draco Malfoy sitting across from him.

"Are you still stalking me, Malfoy?" he asked, not much malice in his voice. Draco just smiled.

"Not bloody likely, Potter. I just got tired of Crabbe and Goyle asking me 'Duh, Draco, how does this work?'" he said, doing his best Crabbe and Goyle impression. Harry actually laughed. "So, why are you sitting here all by yourself?"

"Got tired of Ron and Hermoine practically dry humping all the time." Draco blanched visibly and again Harry laughed.

"Oh, gods, that's not an image I need. Thanks a lot Potter."

"Anytime, Malfoy."

-

"Augh, look at those two. Who the hell does that bloody Malfoy think he is, hmm?" Rockell Rockette, a fellow Seventh Year Slytherin, glared down at the two boys as they laughed and joked with one another. Surprisingly, Rockell had little interest in Malfoy and desperately wanted to get he claws into Harry, and it wasn't like she would have much trouble getting to him, not with her looks. She was tall and very busty, with beautiful hazel eyes and hair so red, it could challenge that of the whole Weasley family. Starletta Dreamship, also a Slytherin, just smiled that perfect smile of hers, a bit of golden blonde hair bitten gently between her teeth.

"I didn't take you to be the jealous type, Rockell. Besides, what about 'house pride'?" Starletta asked, her blue eyes also fixed on the boys' table. Rockell scoffed.

"Damn house pride." the redhead smirked. She could care less about the Slytherin pride, she had her future in mind. Everyone in Hogwarts knew of Harry's little fortune, which made him one of the key targets of the gold-diggers of the school. The fact that practically every girl knew he was hung didn't help him much. Starletta smirked towards the boys' table. She was one of the few girls that didn't give a rat's ass about Harry Potter. She had her frigid sights on the Ice Prince himself, Draco Malfoy. Due to her innocent childlike appearance, guys would always coddle her and treat her like a china doll. She was sick of it, and she was sure Draco would give her the tough love she needed. Rockelle averted her gaze to look curiously at her friend, and, as the pieces came together in her mind, she smirked.

"See, even you have something to lose." She leaned closer. "I say we put a stop to this relationship before it starts." Starletta chuckled viciously as she thought about it. It seemed like a good idea….

-

"I wonder what those two are up to." Harry asked, glancing up at the two girls every now and then. Draco looked back at the two Slytherin girls before rolling his eyes and turning back.

"Don't worry about them. They're always cooking up some half-arsed scheme. None of them ever work though. Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"They sound psycho." the blonde smirked and nodded.

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A/N: Seems a little short and a little bad, but things, hopefully, will pick up later.