DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy's point of view
Damn it's cold.
I wrapped my arms tightly across my chest and started down the sloped sidewalk. A walk was definitely not the best idea, but I wasn't going to get any thinking done with Harry hovering over me all the time. By the time I reached the end of the sidewalk, the sun had started to warm me up. I jogged across the street to the start of my usual route.
I kept my thoughts quiet at first, staring intently at my feet as they moved and crunched over blood red and bright orange leaves. I breathed in the crisp, cold air and listened to the silence autumn tends to bring. This was not going to be an easy day. Images of that…that weasel kept flashing though my mind. That fucking red headed weasel! How dare he come back after what he did. Just the thought of him being in the same country as Harry…
He's not going to hurt my Harry again, I vowed possessively. If he so much as makes a move toward him, I swear to God…My teeth were clenched so hard, it sent my head pounding again. My hands were balled into tight fists. This wasn't helping. I needed a plan. I would not be unprepared incase something goes wrong tonight.
I looked around, realizing I had gone much farther than I wanted to. I recognized the tiny park I was standing in. It was beautiful in the summertime and I took Harry here on a surprise date. The memory of that day almost made me smile. I picked one of the park benches facing a small pond and looked around.
Still hasn't lost its beauty.
I sighed sadly, picking up a crimson leaf and twirling the stem with my fingers. I knew I couldn't do much about Weasly without my wand. Where the hell had I put it? It's been what, almost a year since I last used it? I twirled the leaf faster, recalling the last night I used it…
--flashback--
"WEASLY!!"
I was scratching, clawing at the arms that held me back from ripping the wizard's throat out. He was so close, just a few feet away. If I could just raise my hand that held my wand, this could all be over. I would get my revenge. I wanted to see his blood.
"It had to be done, Malfoy!" the red headed figure shouted back. His voice was steady and even, but his face, white with fear, gave him away. Even with his wand pointed at me, I knew he'd never have the guts to try anything. He was much too weak for that.
I struggled harder against the body that bound me from behind, keeping me from using any of the horrible spells that flipped through my mind. Harry was struggling just as much, trying to keep me in place.
"NO! Let me go! Let me KILL HIM!!"
Harry had his mouth to my ear, whispering words, trying to calm me down. I didn't hear any of them. All I heard was the Killing Curse repeating itself over and over in my head, just waiting to be released off my tongue. If only I could move my damn arm!
"Your father has to pay for his crimes, Malfoy." How dare the weasel try to justify his actions! Stupid fucking Mudblood-lover! "With any luck, he'll rot away in Azkaban for the rest of his life."
I cried out in pure rage, making a leap for him. Harry took this opportunity and pulled me down to my knees. I doubled over, tears stinging my eyes. No! I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to give Weasly the satisfaction.
"Get off me, Potter." I hissed. I didn't want to hurt Harry, but he was doing a pretty damn good job at keeping my wand pointed at the ground, and I was going to do anything to get it free.
"Please, Draco," he begged, "don't do something you're going to regret."
Harry sounded scared. If only he knew what I would do to his best friend if he ever let go of me…
"Regret?" I spat back, "The only thing I'm going to regret is if I'm not standing over Weasly's dead body by the end of this!"
"Do your worst." Ron taunted darkly. All I needed was an invitation. I got it.
I jammed my elbow back as hard as I could into Harry's ribcage. With a surprised gasp of pain he fell backwards, releasing me enough so I could shove his restricting arms away from me. I jumped up from my crouch and aimed my wand directly at the heart of the scared little wizard in front of me. Time to hear the weasel scream…
I had just opened my mouth to shout the deadliest curse when a hard blast of hot air blew through me. I choked on my words, my mouth and throat going dry. I had enough time to blink in surprise before seeing a large, swirling vortex of flames coming straight for me. I couldn't move. It felt like my body had gone numb. All I could think was, Damn, he's fast. Then I was on my back.
My head smacking against the ground jolted me back into control of my body. I quickly looked over my body to see where the fire had hit me. I felt so hot, like my skin was burning up. It took me less than a second to realize that it wasn't me who was on fire.
I watched in horror as Harry fell to the ground in front of me, screeching and writhing in pain, the flames on his back growing taller with ever twitch of his body. The heat radiating off him was so intense. I couldn't get close to him. He was rolling on his back trying desperately to put out the flames, but they only increased in size. His fingers dug into the dirt, crying in sheer agony for help. And then, just like that, the fire was gone.
Harry just lay there, limp, sobbing and twitching. I couldn't speak. I slowly tore my gaze away from the helpless body that had saved me, to glare daggers at his so called "best friend". Weasly's mouth was hanging open in shock over what he did, knowing full well his counter curse wouldn't do anything to take back the deeper hurt he had caused Harry.
"You…you son of a bitch." I managed to snarl through clenched teeth. I was blind with fury. All I could see was Weasly. The rest blurred out of focus.
I launched myself at him, yanking him down by the hair and twisting the point of my wand hard against his throat. Simply killing him wasn't enough now. Torture was absolute.
Before I could even begin to put my curses in order, there was a loud pop! and he was gone. Aparated out of my grasp. My fingers closed tightly around air into a clenched fist.
"Coward!" I shouted to the sky, hearing my voice echo among the trees. One day, Weasly was going to pay. I was going to make sure of that.
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Three short beeps from my watch brought me back from my thoughts. 11 o'clock. I sighed and looked down at the leaf now turned to ash in my hand. I let the crumbled leaf blow away with the wind, watching it swirl away. I still didn't have a plan, but I wasn't bothered by it. I would do whatever I had to when the time came. For a few more minutes I sat in silence, then got up and started walking back home.