Oh...OH. Ewhh.
"Malfoy?" Harry said, a speculative tone to his voice. "Do you suppose blue deer is edible?"
"I told you, Potter, I'm not killing anything."
"You don't have to kill it."
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Surely a goody like you wouldn't suggest that we lop a piece of it off to eat and leave the rest of it to walk around the forest? For one thing, the amount that we would have to cut off would be a pretty severe wound and…"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I meant that you wouldn't have to personally kill it."
"Oh…Oh. Ewhh."
Harry sighed. "Do you think it's edible?"
Draco shrugged. "I guess. As edible as any venison is. Though, deer aren't really native to tropical islands with weird non-tropical forests so …who knows what that thing really is."
Harry hmm'd in answer.
"Potter, you're not really thinking of murdering that thing are you? I mean I'm not that hungry. We could go awhile before things like that are necessary and I'm sure that we'll be saved before we have to become such savages."
"We could get too weak to hunt if we wait too long, then we'd starve to death. I've done some starving in my life, Malfoy. It's not fun, and you get weak…really fast."
Draco looked at Harry's back quizzically as Harry walked around the edge of the pool, trying to get closer to the blue deer. He'd no idea what scar-head planned to do since they didn't have any weapons, but he felt compelled to watch all the same. Anyway, when had Potter starved? He had to be making that up.
The deer simply stood there and regarded the two humans curiously. Clearly they were contemplating eating him, but the deer was used to that—people always wanted to eat him. The dark boy was headed in his direction but appeared unarmed, so he wasn't worried. The light boy looked foolish, his face screwed up in some expression that the deer didn't care about, because he was unable to read expressions. Snorting, he returned to the grasses beside the pool.
"Potter, just what are you planning to do?" Draco called.
Harry shushed him and sent him an angry glare.
Draco flopped back down on the rock they'd been sitting on, and hurt his bum a little.
Harry meanwhile had reached the deer and was tentatively extending his hand. He wasn't sure really, why he felt the need to touch the deer—beyond the fact that it really was very pretty.
The deer regarded the dark one warily. He knew much of humans from the ancient teachings of his race, and he knew well that even if they looked harmless they may be very dangerous indeed. The dark one wanted to touch him, and he thought he shouldn't allow it, but really—it was such a cute little thing. Beautiful with it's black and white fur. But what strange markings it had! The deer remained still as the dark one's hoof extended towards him, what could the harm be?
Harry sighed as his fingers touched the dark fur. It was so beautiful. Never had he seen an indigo (as Malfoy rightly called it) so dark and rich. The variations in the fur, from light to dark, lent the deer a shimmery effect that in his youth he would have attributed to fairies and secretive little butterflies. The deer's horns, which had appeared almost black from the other side of the pool, were stunning shades of purple and blue swirled into impressive points. It was a funny thing to think, but he had never witnessed something so magical. Peering into the deer's eyes was like looking back for centuries, understanding things that perhaps man wasn't meant to understand. Harry laughed, which was perhaps not his first mistake this day, but was certainly the most costly.
The deer shied away from the dark one. It was making a strange noise and the deer was sure that it was some sort of signal to bring on the gun or the knife or the arrow or any of the other things that the humans were depicted killing his kind with in the chronicles. He had been saved, brought here by the great white one himself, and given his beautiful coat. He would not go down now. Not ever. He bucked, and he gored, and the dark one screamed and fell. The light one jumped up and again his face was twisted in a way that the deer wished he could understand, but could not. The light one screamed, and ran towards them waving his arms. The deer turned, and fled.
"Oh fuck, Potter, you look terrible."
Harry smiled up at Malfoy. "You're ugly as sin yourself, Malfoy."