Utterly Broken

Chapter Five

The next weekend, Harry gave in to Hermione and Ron, and went to Hogsmede with them. Although it was a little awkward, as none of them knew what to say, Harry felt very normal. He cherished the feeling.

Harry glanced around at the slightly blurred landscape, the soft green grass was appealing and luscious. "Harry?" he heard, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry replied to Ron, "Just dazed out." Ron nodded, before turning to his girlfriend.

The brunet felt excluded, but didn't mind because it gave him time to just look out at the scenery. Most people thought that Harry didn't pay attention to the small details, but he did, in fact that was most of what he did.

For example he knew every single little detail about Draco Malfoy, because Malfoy was his sworn enemy.

When they finally reached the small town, they went right to get a butterbeer. The Homey and cozy bar was full of other Hogwarts students, but not Malfoy.

The students noticed Harry as soon as the trio came in. Their loud conversations turned soft whispers. Harry scowled, before ducking his head to cover his scar and rushed over to the counter.

"Three butterbeers," Hermione requested.

Rosmeta smiled, "Of course, my dear," Her long earrings dangling. The trio grabbed their butterbeers, and went to find a somewhat private table.

As they sat down, none other then Draco walked through the bar with Pansy Parkinson. The Blond glanced around the restaurant cooly, his icy grey eyes observing every little detail.

The Slytherin was adorned in black skinny jeans, (very skinny jeans that showed off his perfect ars-) and a tight t-shirt. Merlin, his arm, the dark mark was black and ugly, but it was surrounded by flowers, beautiful little narcissa flowers.

Malfoy's loose blond hair accented his sharp cheekbones and jawline (Harry would not be having these thoughts again).

"Harry?" he heard a feminine voice from behind him, but he ignored it and instead chose to keep staring at the other boy.

"Probably staring at Malfoy again," A deeper voice replied to Hermione.

"Why would he be doing that?" Hermione inquired at the same time as Harry cried:

"I'm not staring at Malfoy!"

Ron looked at him pointedly, "I'm not staring at Malfoy!" insisted Harry.

"Potter!"

Harry turned to look at the origin of the voice, seeing Malfoy staring at him (for once not glaring), with Parkinson glancing annoyedly at everything but the trio.

Ron scowled, and Hermione hissed softly, but Harry did nothing but give a small nod, "Yes, Malfoy?"

The Slytherin smiled at him, although it looked more like a grimace, "Thank you," Malfoy spoke, each word delicately pronounced with elegance.

Harry quickly scrambled to figure out what Malfoy was saying thank you for, narrowing it down to two things, saving his life, or the basket of scones. "Er. You're welcome," Harry replied, hoping the response would work.

"I'd like to make a truce," the blond requested, as Parkinson sighed dramatically.

"Oh... Why?" Harry stuttered.

Malfoy groaned, "What do you mean why? I saved your life, you saved mine and then you gave me -" the blond then noticed the crowd he was attracting, "Please divert your attention away from me!" he called to the students watching, "I know it's going to be hard, as I am so attractive," Ron and Hermione scowled at each other, "But this is a private conversation!"