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Draco Lucius Malfoy, prince of Slytherin, was disgusted at the idea of celebrating October 31st. His father had told him about magical customs and how, over the years, they were forgotten. Mainly thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore, who seemed to have a bit of an obsession with wizards being muggle-like fools.
From the Slytherin table Draco stared at the golden trio. The way they always laughed and had fun on that day when many years ago people like them died at the hands of Muggles. Although of course, he did not blame them entirely. Most of it belonged to Albus Dumbledore, for putting Muggle-borns before magic and their history.
For the first time in five years Draco saw Potter that day somewhat sadder. He nodded to everything his friends said, although they seemed more to be flirting than anything else, he was stirring his food absently and his gaze was somewhere on the table.
As if sensing eyes upon him, the Boy-Who-Lived lifted his gaze to meet Malfoy's silver gray. I look at him for a few seconds and return his gaze to the table.
Draco frowned. That was not a normal attitude of the boy. I would look at him with hatred or something even worse, since a few months ago Cedric Diggory had died and it was all the fault of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters, a group to which his father belonged, but the boy only looked at him. With a hollowness behind those eyes, as if it were a piece of shell without feelings.
The moment Harry uttered something that looked like an apology, Draco got up to follow him through the corridors of Hogwarts. Something was up, he sensed it. It was interesting how now the roles were reversed. Like the time in their sophomore year they came in to find out if he was the heir to Slytherin. If it had been, the whole school would have known it from the start. Besides, he wouldn't have been so reckless to leave his victims in plain sight with a few words in red paint.
The boy stopped in the hallway on the seventh floor and began to walk in front of a tapestry. Draco wondered if some of the screws in his head had already gone, although it was quite his surprise to see a large door, about ten feet high, appear. Harry stepped into it and before she could close it Draco stopped the door. Although the boy was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that slip.
Harry paced the room full of weird gadgets. From clothes, shoes to jewelry and ... what made a sofa there?
Harry stopped in front of a mirror. His eyes were empty, emotionless, as if he were under the imperius curse and did things just because they were commanded. That was impossible, one, because during the past year the false Crazy Eye Moddy taught him how not to get carried away by her and two, because his eyes were not crystalline, but simply empty. Lacking any emotion.
"Tell me Malfoy ... why am I supposed to be happy the day my parents died?" The boy tilted his head looking adorable.
Draco cursed himself inside. Even though the boy was in some kind of depressed state, not one could escape him. The blonde stepped out of the pile of trinkets to go to the mirror with Harry.
"What do you see Draco?"
That was a whisper that made Draco's hair stand on end, but he still swallowed hard and looked at his reflection. There was nothing. Just the two of them in that room. He look at the letters that embroidered the mirror.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi...What does that mean?"
"You haven't answered my question Draco," he said, brushing his fingers over the phrase and then placing his hand on the mirror as if yearning to touch what was there.
"It's just you and me ... What else would there be?"
The boy smiled at him and, for the first time that day, he saw some kind of emotion on his face. He seemed happy at what Draco said, although his cheeks reddened greatly.
"I see you and me ... My parents, Sirius and Lupin ... and also Cedric ... I wish he was alive."
Draco didn't consider himself a person to share affection, but there was no one else there, and it's not like Harry Damn Potter was going to divulge that. If he did, no one would believe him. Draco Malfoy consoling Harry Potter. Even The Dark Lord would die if he read that news.
"It wasn't your fault Potter " he put a hand on his shoulder as he looked at the mirror "He was only at the wrong time."
"Do you believe me Draco?"
His eyes sparkled like two emeralds. Draco felt his heart beat faster when he saw the wishes he had for someone to believe him beyond his friends, family and Dumbledore. Draco believed him, who wouldn't believe that helpless and adorable boy?
"I believe you Harry"
They both looked in the mirror again and Harry flushed completely. The blonde didn't understand why Harry saw all those people. Why didn't he see them too? Or their parents?
"Read the phrase back to front, Draco."
"I show not your face but your heart's desire."
Draco managed to get the phrase out with some difficulty. At first he turned pale as a leaf and then the blush spread all over his cheeks and neck. A kiss on his cheek made the situation worse.
-I love you too, Draco
With those last words Harry left, although the green-eyed boy was still reflected in the mirror with a playful smile and winked at him.Inviting him to perform the greatest follies.For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy wanted to break the pureblood rules, and party, because that October 31 was the beginning of something special for both of them.That October 31 marked the beginning of a love story. A love story that would be told to their children and grandchildren about the obstacles they had to go through to be happy ... And they all started thanks to the Mirror of Erised.