I'll Make You Mine

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Draco POV, Next Morning

My father always says that hatred is fueled by hate. There was no other force that compelled it. Just your hate. He always said that even the people who don't seem to hate, do. The people who give into it are the realists. Everyone else are dreamers. I never agreed with him. It didn't make sense to me. It still doesn't.

My mother, however. She always says that love fuels hate. You hate what you love and can't have. You see other people having what you want, and you hate them and that object for having it when you don't. This made much more sense to me. It's applicable. I saw Harry and knew I liked him (I was 11, I doubt I loved him), but I couldn't make him my friend at the time. When I saw Harry with Ron and Hermione, it made me "hate" all three. I realize now it was just Harry that fueled this feeling.

I was thinking about that as I walked into the great hall for breakfast. My gaze was drawn over to the Gryffindor table like always, but I paused when I saw Harry. He was sitting with Ron and Hermione, who were talking to each other in a seemingly passionate conversation, but he was just staring at his food and pushing it around his plate, not eating. His eyes, when he did look up, where filled with sadness and guilt. My heart plummeted. I knew how he was feeling. He felt like it was his fault Cedric died and all he could bring back was his body. Guilty for not wing able to do more. For surviving when Cedric died. I wished I could hug him, tell him it was alright, that nobody blamed him.

Throughout breakfast I watched him. He never once brought his fork to his mouth, or smiled, or laughed, or showed any sign of happiness. He once looked up and saw me staring at him, and he just blushed lightly and gave a halfhearted smile, and looked back at his food.

My poor Harry, I thought. My poor, beautiful Harry. The things you face.

I knew what Voldemort was like. What the death eaters were like. He must have been terrified.

"Draco!"

I turned away from Harry to see Pansy sitting next to me.

"When did you get here?" I asked. She had said she wouldn't be there at all during breakfast.

"I've been here for at least 5 minutes! I was asking for help! Were you listening at all?"

"Nope."

"Why? What happened?"

I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Last night in the infirmary, I was talking to Harry,"

"Oh my god, Draco!" She squealed.

"Shhhh!! Anyways, I told him I wanted to be friends."

"What'd he say!!"

"He said yeah."

She squealed again, and half the rooms eyes were drawn to her.

"Pansy!" I shh-ed her again.

"Sorry, it's just...I'm happy for you Dray. You guys are gonna make the best couple ever."

I stared at her. "How-"

"Draco, he obviously has a slight crush on you. He has too. Otherwise he wouldn't have said yes to being friends. Trust me, I know how guys work," she said with a wink.