Author's Note: So, this chapter's a bit short, but I thought it would be best to post it instead of having you guys wait longer for a long chapter. Enjoy! x

And when it rains,
You always find an escape
Just running away,
From all of the ones who love you,
From everything.

I sped-up my pace and followed him down the hallway. This was definitely a horrible idea.

"Potter!" my voice echoed down the hall.

He took a sharp breath and turned around quickly. His eyes widened, at least I caught him off-guard.

"Don't you have something better to do then stalk me?"

"Stalk you? I'm pretty sure you were the one chasing after me yesterday"

"Wipe the smirk off your face, Malfoy. At least I don't cry like a girl"

He opened his mouth to say something else, but quickly shut it. It was low. Even for Potter. I should've hexed the git for it but I needed to know why he followed me yesterday.

"Well if you don't care about my well-being, then why were you following me yesterday?"

"Look, I know I shouldn't have said that"

"You call that an apology?"

"Apology? Why should I apologize for something so minor when you've tormented me for years?"

I sight and rolled my eyes, "Whatever, Potter. But back to my question. Why were you following me?"

He shifted his weight to his other foot and looked down at the floor. "You just seemed like you needed help," he said quietly.

I could feel my irritation growing. "I don't need your help. I'm not some charity case the Golden Boy can fix"

His head shot up and his eyes fixed on me. "Don't call me that"

"My apologies, Chosen One" I could tell that I was getting on his nerves, and for some reason it made me smirk.

"I helped you stay out of Azkaban after the war because I thought you finally became civil. And not a single 'thank you'. I don't even see why I helped you or still try to. You're still a prick and you haven't changed, Malfoy."

"I never asked for your help. And trust me, I would much rather be in Azkaban then here"

"Then I'm sorry for speaking on your behalf and getting in the way between you and Dementors"

Again, I should hex him, or maybe even punch him and settle it without magic. But getting in a fight with the Harry Potter of all people is the last thing I want. I didn't need more glares or taunting and hurting everyone's precious Golden Boy would certainly give me just that.

"If you lived my life and weren't lucky to be the Savior of the Wizarding World, you would rather be with Dementors as well"

"You call being Harry Potter lucky? I had expectations to live up to and everyone wanted so much from me. Half the time I had no fucking clue what I was even doing," He paused as if waiting for me to respond. "I never had a choice. You, on the other hand, had plenty of opportunities to change your life. You always find an escape from those who try to help you."

He was right. I only had two choices, but nonetheless, I had choices. Death, or the Dark Mark. Those were my choices. I could've simply chose death a long time ago instead of having to constantly think about ways to achieve it every day.

"My choices were…limited," was the only response I could conjure.

"Dumbledore tried helping you. Your choices weren't that limited"

"When you have the Dark Mark and have the fear that at any moment The Dark Lord could kill you, you would makes the same choices I made. Clearly, you can understand that since you were his number one victim"

"Well that's your problem. I'm done offering you help"

He turned to leave but stopped and turned back to me to say more.

"You know, as much as I hurts whatever pride you have left, it isn't always a bad idea to take help when it's offered. Just a thought"

He continued down the hallways and out of my sight.

Looks like I have my answer.

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