A Quiet Love: Drarry

Chapter 2

"Malfoy!" Harry cried out indignantly, scooping up his invisibility cloak hastily and shoving it away into his robes out of sight.

Draco stood up, his grey eyes gleaming silver in the light of Harry's wand, which he held in front of him cautiously.

"What are you doing here, Potter," Draco spat, and Harry couldn't help but notice Draco trying to nonchalantly tug down the sleeves of his robe, but it was too late. Harry had heard the entire exchange upstairs, and knew exactly what Draco was.

"You're a- a..." Harry could hardly find the words to speak, and ended up just staring wide eyed at Draco, who looked at him with what almost seemed to be fear.

"How much did you hear?" Draco tilted his head to the side, vaguely resembling a confused dog.

"Enough." Harry said, keeping a tight grip on his wand. "So what's your plan, Malfoy? Gonna disarm me right here, take me to the Dark Lord yourself? Bask in your own glory? You're lucky you didn't just get killed y'know," he muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes not leaving Draco's the whole time.

"I didn't... I wasn't going to..." Draco was frantically trying to think of a way not to admit to Harry that he didn't actually want him dead, but he couldn't think of any plausible excuse, so instead he changed the topic. "So it was you who made the noise down here then, was it?"

"Yeah, sadly I ended up saving your life. It's a shame I had to run into that old desk," Harry gestured with his wand, which was still lit, casting a faint glow on a rather shabby looking desk.

"You did NOT save my life." Draco raised his voice so he was nearly shouting, but he quickly composed himself. "Harry you didn't save my life." He said a little more frantically this time, looking quite panicked. Harry was even more confused than he previously had been.

Draco was quickly becoming more and more panicked as Harry's words hit him, but the boy wouldn't seem to shut up.

"I thought you would be happy, at least you're here still breathing rather than lying on the floor up there, left to rot by your own parents-"

"MY FATHER WAS GOING TO STEP IN!" Draco shouted, and it almost seemed as though he was talking to himself now. "He would have saved me." He finally dropped his gaze from Harry's, and looked to the side. He felt a deep hatred now for Harry, he could feel the anger running through his veins. How dare Harry insult him and his father like that... and Harry certainly wasn't right, was he?

Draco immediately drove the thoughts from his head and looked back up at Harry. "He wouldn't have let them hurt me." He said, talking more to himself than to Harry. "What are you even doing here, Potter?"

"Nothing, but now I'm taking you straight to Dumbledore." Harry said firmly, trying to look brave.

"You can't, Potter, he would know you're out sneaking around and... you'll be in trouble too." Draco floundered, trying to buy himself a little time to think. Draco had always been a smart boy, after all his father expected nothing less than perfection from him, but right now his mind seemed to be blank.

"Wait a minute, Malfoy," Harry stepped closer and looked at him cautiously. "Why haven't you turned me in yet, why haven't you called Voldemort himself, no one is around."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again quickly. "Because, my father." He said finally.

"What? What does your father have anything to do with this?"

"One of the first things I learned growing up was that I should never, ever be in debt to another man. And now of course you've gone and saved my bloody life, and that makes me indebted to you." Draco rambled quickly, ashamed to admit he had let his father down once again.

"But Voldemort, won't he be angry with you? Draco they were going to kill you," Harry said shortly, confused by Draco's reasoning.

Draco looked at him carefully, noticing this was the first time that Harry had ever actually referred to him as Draco. He thought back to first year, where he had excitedly asked Harry to be his friend on the train, noticing the boy's bright green eyes and wide smile...

"YOU wouldn't understand, Potter, so don't try to. I'm letting you get away this once but don't expect next time I'll hand you a free pass, like everyone else in your life seems to." He had raised his voice again, reminding himself that he and Harry would never be close like he once dreamed they would. But that was years ago, and this was now.

"Let's just go back to the castle. Now we're even, I saved you and now you saved me, and we can go back to hating each other like we always have." Harry turned around to walk back through the passage. "And always will." He added as an afterthought over his shoulder.

Draco sullenly followed after him, keeping his wand raised, knowing that he would be killed on the spot by any number of the Death Eaters if they found out he had come across such a perfect chance to get Harry alone.

Finally they made it back to the castle, and at the entrance hall they both turned to go their separate ways. Harry looked at him silently, his dark green eyes shadowed with an emotion Draco couldn't recognize, and then he hurried off to Gryffindor Tower.

Draco skulked down to the dungeons and entered the Slytherin Commons, finally making his way to his bed. At this rate he would get no sleep, the sun would be up in less than an hour, so he just lay there thinking. And then it hit him.

Harry had not only saved his life, but also not told Dumbledore about their encounter.

Draco was once again indebted to Harry Potter, and this time he didn't know how to get out of it.

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