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Fame

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Harry woke up from yet another nightmare, plastered with sweat. No, the nightmares hadn't gone away. Even though they were in 8th year and Voldemort was gone, nightmares still regularly plagued him.

He sighed, deciding he wasn't gonna fall asleep again anytime soon, and wasn't 100% sure he wanted to anyways.

He slid on his glasses and crept out of the dorm, but immediately realized how cold it was. He slipped back in to grab an oversized green sweatshirt, Sirius had said it matched his eyes, as much as Ron disapproved of the 'Slytherin color'.

He headed back downstairs, stopping for a second when he noticed someone else in the common room. He squinted, and realized who it was.

There, sitting in an armchair, was the one and only Draco Malfoy. He was staring into the fire, orange flames illuminating his face and lighting up his hair, eyes reflecting the dancing red heat. He was wearing a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, black and green checkered blanket wrapped loosely around him.

Harry sighed, deciding he may as well approach. Draco looked up at the sound of another person, and immediately put on a bitchy (though tired) face, as much as he wished he didn't have to.

"Potter." He spat, trying to look at Harry maliciously.

"Malfoy," Harry tried to spit back, but really it just sounded more exhausted.

"What's the matter, tired from soaking up all your fame? The precious praise from all the Chosen One's fans?"

Harry sighed annoyedly, glaring at Malfoy half-heartedly as he sat down on the couch adjacent to Draco's chair.

"Who said I even wanted the fame? Please, enlighten me, where'd you get that idea?"

"How about the fact that you're always doing things to get peoples attention?" Draco replied bitterly.

"Like what?"

"Like all your heroic and daring deeds." Draco said, rolling his eyes and putting quotation signs in the air, mockingly quoting the Daily Prophet.

Harry sighed annoyedly.
"You mean all the people I've defeated and saved?"

"Yes, sure, that's it."

"Like so when I 'fought off ' Voldemort as a baby, that was for fame?" Harry asked.

"Well, of course not that... although you did become 'The Boy Who Lived'." Draco said, once again rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah, sure, I lived and got all that fame, but my parents didn't live. Who wouldn't want to brag about that." Harry replied bitterly and sarcastically. Draco went quiet at this, not wanting to respond to that.

"And, how about my first year at a school I had previously known nothing about, when my DADA teacher tried to kill me. That was great too, yeah, more fame." Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry's continued sarcasm, he'd never heard the Golden Boy be so sarcastic. He was actually somewhat impressed.

"How about all the other times I've nearly been killed during my time at this school? Yeah, that was definitely all for fame. Definitely not a totally traumatic school experience." Harry stopped for a second, glaring at Draco some more.
"And, and, let's not forget defeating Voldemort, the most feared and cruelest dark wizard. I definitely didn't do that to save all the people I love and care about, and even you you twat. All for the fame, right?"

Well, now Draco felt extremely guilty. Then, he realized something.

"Wait... even me? You wanted to save me too?" He asked, shocked.