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Draco stood motionless at the bed of lilac surrounding the marbled stone, chiselled on it permanently sat the name Severus Snape. It was a pity really, after the oh-so great Savior, the one and only boy who lived saved them all from The Dark Lord; everything's gone back to normal. Well sort of, after Draco went to the Dark Eater's side he was shunned from school. Everybody except Pansy, Blaise and Greg avoided him. The Golden trio occasionally talked to him too, barely. Him and Harry were on okay terms, they still picked fights together and sometimes it felt comforting that that didn't change.
"Malfoy?" Draco flinched, his hands immediately reached for his wand as he turned around. There stood the devil whose name was spoken, the Golden boy in everyone's heart. Harry stood there dumbfounded as he stared at Draco.
"Oh, Potter." Draco clears his throat, before his lips curled into a smile, "What's our saviour doing in the forbidden forest?"
"I should be asking you the same question, Malfoy." He grumbled. Draco chuckled softly.
"I'm not a saviour though." Draco replied smiling, not trying to sound bitter but Harry seemed more displeased when he said that.
"You threw me a wand, Malfoy." Harry took a step closer.
"Anyone would have!" Draco stayed still. He didn't understand why Harry had to make it seem bigger than it truly was.
"But you did."
Silence. Draco pursed his lips into a thin line and looked down at his feet. A minute or two of silence passed as the two survivors looked at the ground.
"So, now that I've technically won, why are you here? Really." Harry asked, a hint of concern mixed with curiousity present in his tone. Draco turned to the Grave.
"To visit him of course. Am I not allowed to?" Draco sighed.
"No, I... I just didn't expect you to." Harry smiled a bit, at least Snape wasn't lonely out here too. Draco sighed, the forbidden forest was a getaway for him. It was nice, quiet, and no one cared about whatever happened in here anyways. It won't get him in trouble for being out here either, so that means he won't join his father in Azkaban.
"Did you grow the lilacs?" Harry piped up, snapping Draco out of his trance. His gaze shifted to the periwinkle purple flowers that was surrounding the stone protectively.
"No, there were already a few growing. I might or might not have charmed them though." Draco smirked. He lied, he planted the first few then charmed them.
"They're nice." Harry smiled warmly, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Draco felt awkward, he was more used to fighting with Harry rather than sympathizing with him.
"I... I'll get going, Potter. I don't want to be late for Charms." Draco began to leave. Just then, Harry remembered something.
"Charms? You're going to classes? It's lunch, you didn't even eat anything." Harry responded, grabbing the taller man's arms. Draco halted in his tracks, not because Harry stopped him but because he realised that Harry knew where he was.
