Suvival is Bleak

II: Fuck You

"Please Don't" Cadence frowns a little bit, showing the first little bit of human emotion for probably three years. Malfoy, the one who said "Fuck you," turns an embarrassingly bright shade of red as he tries to get out another "fuck you," but just stutters instead. Pretty much everyone in the great hall turn and stare at the sound of the egotistical bastard stuttering. He's never stuttered before, ever. One would think that these kids would be too tired to fight, but kids will be kids. "Well, I'll have you know...!" Malfoy stutters out again as he draws his wand. Cadence simply looks at the wand and it flies into the nearest person's cereal.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall shouts from across the hall. "Shit." The box-blonde curses before he runs out the door to some secret place that now everyone knows. McGonagall sighs in her old disappointed voice whenever nasty kids do nasty things again. "Are you alright, Mr. Anderson?" McGonagall manages out, clearly sleep-deprived (aren't we all). "Alright" He smiles out while masking his confusion. Malfoy tries to act so high and mighty around everyone, but he just looses his edge around Cadence. It's kind of frustrating for him, if he was honest.

Later in the day (well, night) Cadence walks through the halls with a completely nom-less green apple in his hand. He's never liked green apples, but he keeps thinking that eventually he'll warm up to them. He doesn't know why he doesn't like them, he likes sour candy.

Before he turns the corner, he hears a light thud onto the stone brick wall and quiet, yet sharp, threats spewing out of a very familiarly overdramatic mouth.

"He'll be coming soon. Until then, you've got no one's time to waste." Malfoy spits with a rude scowl on his face.

Cadence rounds the corner and sees a boy pressed against the wall with broken glasses on the ground next to them. Malfoy's eyes soften at the sight of the him, and so does his grip on the boy's shirt. "Anders." He stutters. "My name is Cadence, Draco." He says in an almost demanding tone while walking towards him, apple still in hand.

"I want you to let go of him." Anderson demands in a calm, neutral tone. No one would have known how absolutely pissed he is. "And what if I don't?" He taunts with a small, nervous smirk plastered across his face. "I said to let go of him." His voice drops, maybe, half an octave down in an intimidating way. The taunter's face turns a little bit red and, very surprisingly, Malfoy immediately takes his now clammy hands off of the unknown Gryffindor. The boy previously pinned against the wall frowns, confused.

Cadence holds out the apple in his hand. He has no use for it, why not put two and two together? "Take it and leave. Don't come back." Cadence almost shoos the box-blonde away but retracts his hand in an almost defensive way. Malfoy looks at the suddenly intimidating boy, then at the apple. He reluctantly takes it before running off like a little lurker.

When Malfoy is out of sight, Cadence turns to the soundless boy when he notices that his mouth is missing. That's why the boy wasn't retaliating at all. "Oh" He mutters, waving his hand in a T shape in front of where the lips were supposed to be. A line forms along his skin, and the lips follow. The boy groans as his lips return, stretching his jaw. "Thanks..." He mutters.

Cadence picks up the shattered glasses from the ground, the glass slicing a clean line onto the back of his hand. He whispers an incantation beneath his breath and the glass flies back into place, wrinkle-less. As the boy takes the spectacles back, the once empty gash along Anderson's hand fills with blood, dripping a clean line of crimson onto his cleanly shaven hand, nearly falling to the ground. He notices it. 

"Are you okay?" The boy asks, trying to get a closer look at Cadence rests his hand by his side. "Yeah, don't worry about it." He smiles softly, barely even there. He truly is alright, he cast a spell to heal it already. He didn't lie, or anything.

Cadence spots bruise marks over the attacked boy's neck. "Lift your head a little." He softens his voice a bit, as to not make him feel any more uncomfortable than he could be. He wipes his thumb over the bruises, immediately clearing the skin of all abnormalities (not including the mole on his collarbone). 

"I'm Harry" The boy manages out in a slightly broken voice (since he was just choked for an abnormal period of time (let me just say that choking for any periods of time is abnormal (unless it's for sexual purposes; i don't judge))) just as Anderson rests his hands back in his pockets. He adjusts his shirt and glasses to make sure that everything's all in order. "Cadence." He puts his hand out, the one that wasn't bleeding, and smiles. Harry takes it and smiles back with a little bit of comfort on his face. 

"I'm gonna go. Call me up whenever though." Cadence gives a smile before ultimately leaving, just like he said he would. Harry walks the exact other way, and they leave each other.

They were pretty much no emotional romantic significance to each other. The only significance was that someone was nice to Harry when not even knowing him. Cadence's a pretty nice and chill guy.

Chapter Notes

I don't really know what to say, I kinda like this one. It's a bit sloppy but I think it's decent. It's your choice anyways, so y'know. Cya.