Draco's Reason

Truce

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     The three boys skirted around their tentative truce for the first few months of the school year,
each realizing that they still had to act like they hated each other in front of others. But when Draco would stay behind in a class that they shared, at least one of the two boys would wander over to check on him. It was soothing to Draco's mind to know that there was someone who seemed to genuinely care about him.

     As was true Malfoy fashion, Lucuis had heard of Draco's "accident" with Buckbeak and had
taken the school to the ministry about it. ***The case was ongoing with Dumbledore's power and say, but it was quickly descending into chaos, according to the threat of bodily harm to Draco and his siblings in all of the lettersLucuis sent.***

     The threat of Sirius Black was still present, as were the dementors on the school grounds. And that is what worried Draco more than anything at the current moment. The dementors left him alone, but they were very insistent on following Harry.

     It was rainy and cold, and Draco would have been okay with that if it hadn't been on the day of a quidditch match. One against Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. It should have been an easy win. As much as Draco was loath to admit, the Gryffindor team was good. The Weasley twins made an
insane beater team, Wood was a fantastic Keeper, and well, Harry didn't have very many people
that could beat him to the snitch.

     Draco sat in the Slytherin section surrounded by his friends. All of them silently, hoping that neither team pulls any stupid stunts and shows up the Slytherin team. The match started, and Draco kept his eyes on Harry. Keeping up the act of hating the Gryffindor team, Draco and his
group would sneer or boo whenever someone would score points. Suddenly, Harry zipped across the field, Diggory falling behind as the snitch weaved in between players. It shot upwards quickly, and Harry followed it. As they climbed higher and higher, Draco became slightly worried. He had been seeing the shadows of dementors flying around the quidditch field. Draco started
to make his way out of the stands, wanting to be away from his group should something happen to Harry.

     "Where are you off to?" Of course, Pansy was the one to catch him leaving.

     Draco rolled his eyes and put on his best sneer, "The game is practically over now that Potter has seen the snitch. I'm not going to stay here and watch those filthy Gryffindor's celebrate another win."

     With that, Draco left the stands and rushed to a side entrance to watch how things played out. He watched as a dementor approached Harry and floated in front of him. He watched as Harry's hands slipped off his broom. Draco watched Harry start to plummet to the ground.

     "Come on. Somebody do something. Stop him," Draco whispered to himself as he dug into the sleeve of his robe, searching for his wand.

     Draco heard Dumbledore yell a spell that slowed Harry's descent, but it wasn't enough. He was still going to hit the floor hard enough to cause some serious damage. Draco racked his brain for a spell to help slow Harry enough to not cause serious harm. Maybe a levitation spell? No,
that wouldn't slow him enough. What had Dumbledore used? Maybe Draco could use that one? No, he didn't have time for that. A spell that Draco had read about popped into his head. He
couldn't get this wrong.

     Draco took a deep breath and raised his wand, "Tardus Tempus!"

     Harry finally slowed about fifteen feet from the ground, and Draco held the spell long enough for Harry to hit the ground soft enough to not cause damage. He released the spell and fell against the support of the stand. That was a high-level spell that drained a lot of energy. Draco stood slumped in the shadows as teachers and students ran onto the quidditch pitch. Both teams landed, and Draco noticed small golden wings fluttering in Diggory’s hand. He caught the snitch.