Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Three

Harry sighed, his mind still racing. Flashbacks of the battle taking place in his mind, and he didnt like it... not at all.
But, then again, who would?
Rewatching all the people you've failed die again.
It's horrid.

He jammed his eyes shut, inhaling a deep breath as he looked out the window from his dorm, noticing Hargrids small hut, near the Dark Forest, still illuminating light.

It stood like a christmas tree against the dark forest.

It's nearly two AM... what's Hagrid doing up?

Deciding he had nothing better to do, he grabbed his sweater and slipped his shoes on, quietly making his way out of the dorm.

Once he got down to the common room he threw his sweater on over his head, afterwards walking through the Fat Lady portrait, and down the halls.

"Lumos." Harry whispered, his wand lighting up as he focused on the Marauders Map, "I Solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He whispered again, before noticing none other than Draco Malfoy coming his way, about to turn around the corner.

"Nox." Harry hissed quietly, his Wand instantly dimming its light as he stood against the wall, and watched Draco turn around the corner.

Draco seemed too distresssed to even notice Harry, who was holding his breath against the brick wall, the moonlight shining a fair amount of light from the tall windows, showing off his ebony black hair, and a glare of his glasses.

And Draco's hair like melted silver, the moonlight bouncing off of his white-blond hair.

Harry watched as Draco mumbled things to himself, Weaving a hand through his hair every few seconds, making it messy... something Harry wasn't used to seeing on Malfoy.

As soon as Malfoy passed him, he stopped dead in his tracks, causing Harry to swallow hard.

"It isn't considered a polite thing, spying." Malfoy seethed.

Harry paused, before a sudden burst of anger hit him in the stomach.

"It also isn't considered a polite thing to try and kill someone. I guess we're both are on the same path." Harry snapped back.

Draco instantly snapped his head towards Harry, his piercing sliver eyes meeting Harry's hard emerald ones with a glare.

"I had no choice." Draco hissed through clenched teeth, "it was his life or mine. What would you of chose, potter?"

"Mine." Harry snapped, "Professor Dumbledore was the best Wizard in the world."

"Oh, of course." Draco laughed dryly, "of course you'd choose to save his life instead of yours. I completley forgot," he paused, his glare hardening, "you're the golden boy. The chosen one. The boy who lived. Of course you would risk your life for someone else."

Harry clenched his jaw, keeping his glare fixed on Malfoy, his fists clenching.

"It doesnt matter anyways." Malfoy hissed quietly, "his brother is here now. They're basically the same person. Get over it, Potter. It Wasn't even me who killed him."

Harry clenched his jaw harder, and if he did it any harder after that, it'd probably break.

Taking a step towards Draco, harry pointed at him, "you" he growled, pushing his index finger against Draco's chest, "tried to kill one of the only people I was close to. Do you think I could just forgive something like that?"

For a second, Harry couldve sworn he saw... hurt, flash across Draco's features, but it was quickly covered up with a sneer.

"Do you really think I care, Potter? About you? Or anyone revolving around you?" Draco snarled, though every bit he was saying was just a mere lie, " I care about keeping myself alive." Another lie, "And keeping myself from depressed Bigots like you."

The last sentence made Harry's stomach churn, before he shoved Malfoy against the wall, holding his cloak in his fists, "I am not depressed. You have no bloody idea what goes on in my life. You're not involved in my life whatsoever. And let's keep it that way."

This time, the last sentence made draco's stomach churn, but he completely ignored it, "Well, it seems as though everyone in the wizarding world is reveolved around your life, Potter. Remember? You're the boy who lived. Everyone has heard of you." A tint of Jealousy was heard in Draco's voice, but Harry was too frustrated to pick up on it.

"Oh, look at Harry Potter! The Boy Who killed Lord Voldemort!" Draco mimicked a high-pitched voice, as though he were a girl.

Harry smirked slightly, finally picking up the jealousy,"is that jealousy I hear, Malfoy?" He questioned.

"Oh, sod off, potter. Why would I be jealous of you?" He questioned, "The boy without any parents. The boy who grew up with his abusive aunt and uncle. The boy who befriended a mudblood and a Weasley." He snarled.

Harry bit the inside of his lip, dropping Malfoy.

The only thing he said to Malfoy, which hurt him... more than anything had ever hurt him before, was; "I should've left you in that fire."

It felt like someone shoved their hand in his chest and crushed his insides... and as soon as Potter dropped him, he almost fell over... luckily he had the wall to lean back on.

He stared at the ground, his eyes wide. He was honestly... surprised at how much Harry's words had really affected him... and they hurt... like a bitch.

Furious at that, Harry didn't notice Dracos Hurt expression, and spun on his heals, leaving him to himself... and completely forgot his original intentions to visit Hagrid as he stormed off into the Gryffindor common room.

Bloody Malfoy and his bloody fucking mouth and his bloody fucking existence.

•••••

It's better for you to hate me anyway. Better for the both of us.

What would my father say, if he found out I was... 'inlove'... with Harry Potter? The Boy Who Ruined His Life? Let alone... me being attracted to a male.

He'd probably find a way to strangle me, even though he's trapped in Azkaban. He'd find a way.

It's better for the both of us. Your friends would probably hate you-- or think I had poisoned you, if you fell for me.
Which would never happen, even if you wanted to. Because apparently all I'm good at is giving you more reasons to hate me.

But Marin... Harry, that last comment... it hurt. A lot. But I guess you didnt notice.

Or maybe you did.

Maybe you just didn't care.

I'm beginning to suspect my fondness for you is bad karma. Karma for all the wrong I've done to you.

You're insufferable, Harry Potter.