Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

It was just another rainy Wednesday.

Harry and Draco worked on the Potions hallway until noon. The lab was nearly completed, and Harry was proud of their work.

Ron popped in to visit Harry during their lunch break.

"Harry, Mum was wondering if you'd come to The Burrow for lunch today?"

Harry wanted to say no. He wasn't sure if he could face the Weasley's yet. Especially Ginny..... But Ron was staring at him with a look of such hopefulness, Harry knew he couldn't decline.

"Sure, Ron. That would be great." He replied, sounding far more monotone than he had intended.

Ron apparently didn't notice though, because he smiled brightly at Harry, before turning to face Draco.

"You're invited too, Malfoy." Ron added, grimacing slightly.

Draco looked stunned for a brief moment, but quickly pulled his facial features back into a scowl.

Harry noted that he often tried to hide his emotions from others, and briefly wondered why.

"Why would I want to eat lunch at your rat's nest, Weasley?" Draco spat.

Ron's face turned a bright shade of red.

"I thought you might want to end the ridiculous blood feud between our families, but I see that I was wrong. Harry said that you had changed. Obviously not."

Ron turned to walk away, but Draco quickly grabbed his hand.

"Weasley, wait."

Ron glared, and shook his hand off.

"What do you want, ferret."

Draco clenched his jaw, obviously trying to maintain his composure.

"I apologize. I shouldn't have said that. I would like to have lunch with your family, just...not today. It's been a rough few nights. My father is facing his trials as we speak, and my mother needs me at home. I know we've had a rough past, Weasley, but I really would like to....start over."

Ron continued to glare, feeling no sympathy towards the Malfoy family, or even Draco himself. He didn't believe that Malfoy had changed at all, even though Harry insisted he had.

"Well. I guess we'll make arrangements for some other day." He replied coolly.

Turning to Harry, he said,

"Mum wants us at home in 30 minutes. Don't be late, you know how she is."

Harry nodded, and Ron stalked away.

Harry let out a sigh, and Draco turned to look at him.

"Why did you say I had changed?" He asked curiously.

Harry shrugged.

"Because of what you said about your father yesterday. You believed all that pure blood crap because he did. You became a Death Eater because he wanted you to. But now, I think you're starting to become your own person."

Draco nodded slowly.

"I guess that makes sense..." He murmured. "You didn't seem too thrilled about going to The Burrow. How come?"

Harry groaned.

"I haven't talked to the Weasley's since the war ended. I haven't seen George since Fred's funeral, and I know I have to talk to Ginny... so I'm dreading that."

Draco snorted.

"I thought you two were madly in love."

"Yeah. I thought so too. But I don't know anymore."