Title: What is Easier Written

Author: Unirthlee

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. J. K. Rowling, however, does.

Rating: PF /slash/

Chapter: 3

Harry,

It's been not even a year sense we've both left Hogwarts, and I still can't quite believe that I'm even mustering up the courage to write this to you. Thought I'm still questionable about sending it…

I suppose that I'm reliving each event that has happened between us, whether I like it or not. I'm not sure where we stand, but for now, till I get a better grasp on my reality, I'll be digging through the past till I find what I'm looking for.

I suppose I owe you a bit of an apology for the detention in the Forbidden Forest. Do you remember? First year, first crime. That was a test to show you how much I hated you, how much I needed your demise. It wasn't even on father's demands.

I was quite proud of myself, sneaking out after these three shadows on their way to that oaf, Hagrid's hut. By the way, how in the world did you come to possess an invisibility cloak?! Do you have any idea how rare that material is!

But back to the subject.

I had seen you, Granger, and that Weasel on the forbidden floor that night, or rather, I had heard Granger's annoying chirp of a voice coming from somewhere above me. Rounding the corner of the stairway—alone, of course—I saw the cloak slide over all three of you, nothing left as it fell to the ground. I have to admit; I was quite surprised, that you of all people—a boy who didn't even bother to get decent fitting shirts—would have such a cloak.

Once the surprise melted away, I knew this was my chance.

So I fallowed you, a good ways behind.

And before I was caught—cheers again to the weasel—I was able to look at you once more, and from the hatred that I was still feeling towards you, the first time I had ever set eyes on you replayed itself in my mind.

You were standing the same way; feet parted, toes straight ahead; back curved and shoulders loose with some state of relaxation. I can imagine that your eyes would be narrowed, the wiry glasses crooked on your nose, as they always seemed to be in a way that before, I had found jumbled and lazy, but now, as I stood their imagining the side of you I could not see, it almost seemed…charming. Funny how I remember these things, isn't it?

Well, it wasn't long before my concentration on you was broken, and you swirled around, all three of you actually.

And as you might have told, this I hadn't planned. So what was left to do?

Run off in a very un-Mafloyish manner and find the nearest teacher.

And bloody hell, it had to be McGonagall.

Thanks to her, that same night all three of you were landed with detention and thanks to my lack of discreetness—so was I.

I suppose I'm apologizing on the fact that if I hadn't informed McGonagall, you wouldn't have had to go to the Forbidden Forest and seen You-Know-Who, though you were the idiot who decided to stay when he came closer.

Fluffy and I, being smart, ran away.

But the more that I look back on it now, I realize that it wasn't simply stupidity that made you stay still, it was something that I hadn't had. Curiosity and faith in that curiosity. Now that I look back at it, the more I wish I would have grabbed your arm and pulled you along with me, the more I wish I would have stood by your side, taken your hand and let this terror take us together…

Author's notes: This was a longer chapter, and quite fun to write. Who knew that Draco had a sense of humor?

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Coruscate Corruption: I'm glad you liked it. Yes, Harry shall be put in this too, but I refuse to give up the secret on when, exactly. You'll just have to keep on R&Ring. Thanks again.

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