Author: This is short but i like the content had to pause some thoughts to do this one, contemplate the next step.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
Crimson thoughts
often fell bloody
despite the wisdom gained ~~death-E
Chapter 4
Draco groaned at the heavy weight on top of him. Grimacing he forced his eyes open, only t o have his vision blocked by a head full of untamed black locks. 'Well, that explains it.' Draco let his head drop back on to the pillow with a soft thump. He stared at the ceiling above; noticing the molding in the roof was of angels and clouds. He was beginning to hate dreams, either they tormented him with past mistakes or they brought on more for him to contend with. Harry shifted on top of him bringing back from his morose thoughts. Deciding himself ready to get up, he lightly shook Harry's shoulder. "Potter, you need to wake up." No sign of moving, Draco rolled his eyes and muttered a quick spell, potter jumped up"Argh."
Scrambling up, Harrys hands flew over his body, twisting around in a circle. He finally noticed Draco laughing. Stopping his mad dance immediately, he glared. Draco, choking with laughter "I had to get you off some how, and you sure didn't move when I called your name." Harry just huffed, before sitting in the chair next to the bed, "And here I was worried you wouldn't even open your eyes much less your mouth." Draco took a deep breathe, wiping a tear from his eye, "So it was that bad, I wonder where Nott learned such a nasty curse." Immediately noticing Draco nonchalant care about the issue Harry bristle, "What is going on! One minute you're ready to take the blokes head off and here you're calmly wondering where he learned the curse that he threw at you. Honestly, Draco I was scared seeing you go down so easily." Feeling like he had shared too much of himself, Harry quickly flushed, hiding his eyes from Draco's sight.
Draco would have reacted immediately if he hadn't seen the trembling of Harrys hands. He turned his eyes to the old walls of the infirmary. The silence weighed for a moment before finally Draco decided he had enough. "Who am I to you Potter?" Harry jerked his head up only to notice the wistful expression on Draco's face. "I've been called many things' Potter and none of them nice. I've had many uses and none again being any nice. Yet, you seem to have a use for my existence." Twelve year old, Potter couldn't even know that this conversation had happen years ago for Draco, but years ahead for Harry. Draco remembered the very night he snuck into Grimmuald place, only to be caught by the order and the great Potter himself. They carried him to the kitchen, sat him down and demanded answers.
One after another, they demanded information but he had nothing for them. They continued till Potter, told them all to leave. The boy had become a pretty threatening man; Potter sat down in front of him. His Body still short, but filled out with muscle, his face marked with a soldier's wariness. His eyes still remained the ever bright green. "Malfoy, why are you here?" Draco smirked like he would have answered with a simply explanation…that wouldn't do this hero justice, right?
"Potter, why wouldn't I be here considering this would have been mine, until your God father decided to pop out of existence and give it to you." Potter merely narrowed his eyes, "Malfoy, you have no escape route, why not be a good boy and just tell us." Draco felt indignation, which naturally made his eyes darker, "Oh, I'm sorry Potter is this taking time away from the weaslette." Eventually even Draco grew tired from the back and forth banter, "Potter I am here to relax to get away from… the use I serve for your enemy." Potter eyes dragged up Draco frame, as if to search for the use the Dark Lord would have with him. "We would have better use for you." Draco, felt anguish come from inside, "Potter, who am I to you?" Draco came back to the present, but the answer than had been 'Useful' this time it was "A friend."
NEXT DAY
Draco walked down the hall, way passing others, keeping his head down. The note in his pocket weighing down his conscious, he should have burned it. Clenching it, he left the main corridor trekking his way towards the isolated part of the castle. The tapestries themselves became darker, depicting famous burnings and beheadings of famous witches and wizards. Despite the gruesome death most of the subjects seemed at peace with their death. Draco, flinched when he heard creak to his left he quickly looked behind himself. Before assuring himself no one was fallowing him. Stopping in front of dark door, he slipped inside magically locking the door behind himself. "And here I thought you would take your time." Standing in front of him, was the man he hadn't wanted to meet for awhile "Hello, Tom."
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