DISCLAIMER: To JK Rowling for characters.

Drabble 3: PEACE

By Yasma

"What you doing here Malfoy?"

"Paying my respects."

Her short, sharp laugh echoed of the walls of the cloister and stayed a lot longer than it should.

"Just let me be Granger."

"Let you be. Let you fucking be."

A finger prodded into his chest hitting the tender spot between his fifth and sixth rib.

"You have no right to BE here."

A small hand pressed against him, and pushed hard. Harder than he was expecting and he lost his balance. Stumbling over his own feet he hit the stone behind him. His quick reactions of placing the palms of his hand against the rough surface was all that prevented him from falling on his arse, and at her feet. His face flushed with anger he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her away from him. The ungraceful bitch fell on the floor. There was a thump as her soft flesh hit the unforgiving ground.

"What, you gonna hit me too? You gonna kick me as well?"

She screamed at him. Her eyes crackling with electricity and her angry red mouth spitting saliva all over his formal trousers.

"Shut the fuck up Granger."

He looked round nervously, ears pricked to hear the sound of feet coming towards them to see where the noise was coming from. A confrontation with the rest of her buddies wasn't on his agenda, if he wanted to leave here unscathed. Quickly bending down to her level he pressed his hand against her mouth. Her eyes widened at his actions.

"Look you stupid cow all I wanted to do was pay my respects and leave. I don't want to get into some pointless argument about the past. I don't want to hurt you I just want to say my peace and then leave."

Clear tears were leaking out of the corners of her screwed up eyes.

"Open your eyes."

He was looking straight into brown.

"So I'm taking my hand of your mouth okay."

She nodded.

He removed his hand and put it in his jacket pocket, but not before wiping her spit of his person. He watched as she got up, not bothering to offer her his hand. He thanked for small mercy as that it was her rather than Weasley that had spotted him as she began to walk away from him.

But then she stopped, turned round and began to walk towards him again. He was expecting her to start shouting again and was surprised when the voice that left her was barely a whisper.

"Coming here doesn't mean the past it suddenly forgotten Malfoy. It's not pointless. It will live on, past me, past you. You'll always be remembered as the boy who brought about his death. The pathetic boy who couldn't even finish off the job. You think that because you deferred that you're forgiven, that you're all pure again. Or do you think coming here. Saying you're sorry means that you're redeemed. You don't even mean it do you? You're here just to ease that conscience of yours. God you really are a coward aren't you, doing what's best for you.

You know what, stay. I don't care any more. We know what you are. He knows what you are. And you know what; I think you do as well."

With that she left him as he crumpled to the floor, his head in his hands as he cried like he did every night.

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