bloodline|drarry

2|chalice

"you look pretty, all strung out on coke"

Draco watched as Potter stormed out the room, slamming the door for good measure. He straightened out his jacket, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he clenched his fists, feeling the anger rise up in his stomach. He grabbed his cloak that was hanging on his bedpost before marching out the room, headed for his favourite spot from all his years before.

Walking through the Hogwarts grounds again felt unnatural, Draco didn't have any worries this year; he'd certainly messed up a lot in his years at Hogwarts, his biggest regret was not telling Dumbledore what was going on before everything hit the fan. He thought he could control it, he thought that he could deal with everything alone. But it went too far too quickly, and he just had to deal with all of his mistakes. It was his own fault, he made his bed so he had to lie in it.

Draco reached the old wood shed at the barriers of the Hogwarts grounds, he came here a lot during his sixth year, it was the sole place in the whole school that was completely secluded from everyone; the only other person that knew about his wood shed was Pansy Parkinson. She was the one that actually discovered it but they hadn't been there together since they broke up. They had a horrible relationship, it revolved around them getting wasted and having sex, they broke up when the war started since Draco was needed a lot away from Hogwarts and Pansy's parents were trying to get them to marry each other. They were still friends but had been distant since returning, Draco just guessed the war had hit her badly.

Draco shoved open the heavy door to the wood shed, sitting down on the small stool that was pushed unceremoniously into the corner. He reached into his pocket, pulling the metal cigarette container Blaise had given him for his seventeenth birthday. Taking one out he placed it in between his lips, lighting it with his wand. He breathed out, feeling the smoke envelope his lungs; it had started to become his only way of coping, not a day went by where Draco didn't think of his involvement in the war, it made him feel sick.

He leaned back, taking another draw from his lit cigarette. His mind unhelpfully wandered to his earlier fight with Potter, he was still surprised they had been roomed together but Draco couldn't believe that when he saw his name wrote next to Potter's that he'd actually though they wouldn't argue this year. Not even ten minutes alone together and Draco was shoved up against a wall with Potter shouting at him. One particular phrase was on replay in his ears, "we both saved each other, it's time to forget about it" it made him upset, what if he didn't want to forget? Knowing that he helped Potter twice in the war made him feel the smallest bit better about all the horrible things he saw and did then.

But bloody Potter had to go and ruin that for him, what right did he have telling him to just forget about things? The anger rushed through again, he had to hit something, and that something was probably going to be Potter.

-

Harry had been ranting to Ron and Hermione for the past half an hour, he was pacing back and forth in the eighth year common room spouting about how much he loathed his roommate, Ron was studying and Hermione was eating some cookies that the house elves had brought up for them. "Who's bloody idea was to put those two together" Ron mumbled to Hermione under his breath, she just rolled her eyes, leaning her head on to his shoulder. "Someone with a death wish" Ron laughed, Harry finally sat down in one of the armchairs; letting out an exasperated sigh.

The portrait hole swung violently open, Harry's head snapped up to see a fuming Malfoy storming over to him; Harry glared at him, standing up to face the boy who was most likely about to scream at him. Malfoy stopped, right in front of his face, but he didn't say a word. They both just stood there, staring each other down with nothing but pure hatred, Harry raised his hand, away to punch him right in the middle of his smug face, but Malfoy stopped his fist in his hand; holding it above his head. "You have no power over me Potter" Malfoy snarled, Harry tried to wriggle his hand free, "you sure about that?" Malfoy's face did not change, continuing to hold on to his clenched fist. "I'd be careful around me golden boy, I've been top of potions every year since first year, I know how to kill you and make it look like an accident." Harry gulped, Malfoy released his hand and stalked off to their room.