This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Word Count: 500

Title: Honour And Loyalty

Note: Inspired by James Blunt, You're Beautiful

Warnings: angst

Beta: Aya Diefair

Hogwarts

Assignment 4: Extinct Languages: Task #1: Latin: Probably the most known dead language.

Write about someone well known/famous in the Wizarding World and the effect that fame has on their life.

XX Draco XX

Draco was sitting with the couple of Slytherin's in the Great Hall, and his eyes flickered over to the golden trio, as they often did. Potter looked up, and those emerald eyes met his for just a second before he turned to his friends again.

"Draco," Pansy said. "Want to go to Hogsmeade with me today?"

"Of course, Pansy," Draco said, his voice emotionless.

He knew he should stay as far as possible from them now, he had lost nothing at the Gryffindor table, nothing he wanted as they left and he heard Potter's carefree laugh. He followed Pansy, refusing to look back as he passed the Gryffindor table, and ignoring the feeling of eyes boring into the back of his blond head.

Draco was so focused on getting out of the Great Hall before he went over to the Gryffindor table, he didn't hear the sigh of Potter behind him as he left, and his friends comforting words that some things just aren't meant to be.

"Honour is everything," Pansy was saying, but Draco was only half listening.

He had heard this nonsense all before. His father, his so-called friends, even the last thing Snape had told him had been to do with honour, loyalty, and status. Of course it mattered, despite the last thing he told his former mentor was that he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He winced, remembering the look on Snape's face as he left his office.

"Honeydukes next, I think," Pansy said, and Draco nodded.

The door to the shop opened, and he was overwhelmed with the scents of caramel and chocolate. He was walking down the isles, browsing the sweets, when he spotted the messy jet-black locks of Potter over one of the isles.

'Oh Merlin,' he thought to himself. He watched Potter laughing with Lovegood. 'Is Lovegood his girlfriend now?' Jealousy rose inside him, unbidden. It shouldn't matter to him, yet it did.

Pansy took his hand, trying to get his attention, and for a fraction of a second before his gaze left them, he could have sworn he saw longing cross over the other man's face.

He pushed down the feeling of butterflies in his throat, insisting it must be heartburn or something. It wasn't like he was in love with Potter or anything.

XX Harry XX

Harry was sitting beneath a tree next to the lake with Luna, when he felt eyes on him, he looked up and saw Malfoy's silver grey orbs.

"He is looking at you again," Luna said in her dreamy tone, leaning back against the tree. Harry felt the colour rising in his cheeks.

"No, he couldn't be, I'm just Harry."

"Yeah, Harry Potter," Luna said, rolling her eyes. "Don't be so naive."

"He is a Pureblood, he probably has a marriage all written up already," Harry said.

Malfoy's gaze seemed to be forced away from them, and Harry let out a loud, audible sigh.

"Life sucks."

Luna laughed. "Tell me about it."