Ex-Friends || A Drarry Story

Three: Six

Professor Lupin stood leaning against the edge of his desk, watching the students closely. Ron nudged Harry, whispering, "He's watching rather closely, isn't he?"

Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes and whispering back. "Ron, don't make it seem bad. For goodness sake, he helped Harry on the train!"

"I'm just saying!"

Harry's hand twitched, wand in hand. They were battling a Boggart, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Despite his ever-restraining sling that held his bandaged arm, Draco Malfoy also had his wand out, seeming to be itching to take on this Boggart. Harry wanted to punch his lights out.

A few days ago, he had ruined their first-ever class taught by Hagrid, taunting a Hippogriff and causing it to slash at him. It wasn't the Hippogriff's fault, Hagrid had warned the students to not antagonize them, but, of course, Malfoy had to ruin that as well.

He turned, silver eyes gleaming with mischief. "What do you want, Potter?" he spat, sneering at Harry. He flexed his arm as if to further antagonize Harry. "Do you want a go?"

"If you weren't hugged as a child, just say so," said Seamus Finnigan from behind Harry. A few people around snickered, but Draco turned red.

"Watch it."

"Or what?" Ron pressed, ears red. "You'll go cry to Mummy and Daddy?"

"I don't---"

"Malfoy, you did it with Hagrid," Harry said, frowning slightly. More people laughed, and Harry began to feel bad. He didn't want Malfoy to completely hate him, but he was certainly asking for it. Harry felt sick, being this rude to someone who was his friend, at least sometimes. But Draco looked right about to punch someone. Specifically Harry.

"At least I have parents, Potter," he hissed, his turn at the Boggart approaching. Several people, including Hermione, gasped at Draco's comment. Harry felt his cheeks get warm. He knew Malfoy would stoop to this level.

"Alright, Malfoy, you're up!" Lupin called, his wand ready just in case. "Remember---"

"Make it amusing, I heard."

Off to the side, Theo, Blaise, and Pansy watched carefully, expecting a form of the Hippogriff to appear. But Draco held a breath when it wasn't a Hippogriff that appeared, but his father, clutching at his cane. But it wasn't really his father; the one in front of him had black pits for eyes, a thin line of a mouth, and long claws on his hands.

Behind him, some of the Slytherins whispered, their voices whirling around Draco's head. His body became rigid, and he began to feel dizzy and nauseous. He began to shake and his mouth filled with warm saliva.

A real Malfoy doesn't cry. He never cried in front of his father if he could help it.

A true Malfoy isn't a pansy. He never tried to talk to his father about his feelings again.

If I would have known you were going to be like this, I would have drowned you in the bathtub when you were a baby.

Harry's eyes went wide and he glanced at Ron and Hermione, who looked equally confused. He looked across the room at Draco's friends, who were whispering to each other.

The fake Lucius Malfoy opened his mouth, but before he could say a thing, Draco shouted, "Riddikulus!" and his father's hair grew long onto the floor and he tripped over it, falling backwards onto his backside in the cabinet. Professor Lupin shut it quickly.

"Excellent job, class. five points to everyone who battled the Boggart."

"Ha!" Draco rounded on Harry, a nasty grin on his pale face. His cheeks were pink, as if he had been holding his breath. "Five points to me, none for you."