It Never Happened

It was 10pm, the moon was shining bright, leaving its reflection on the windows of nearby shops. Walking outside the shops, was a pale, blonde almost white haired, gleaming silver eyed young man. The man was wearing dark blue jeans, and a fitted dark green shirt. His name was Draco Malfoy. Draco was walking through Diagon Alley, shopping for the upcoming years school supplies.                               

       "Stupid war," he muttered while in the alley between the book store and quidditch shop. "Making     us do an 8th year of school. I could've spent my time on something useful, like spending time on the family quidditch pitch, but nope, I have to go back to school. How great is that."

Engorged in his thoughts and rant, he did not notice a young man leaving through the back exit of the quidditch shop.

       "Bye Jack, thanks for the- Wooah" the young man stumbled, tripping on the stairs outside the exit, dropping all of his items.

He fell into a nearby bypasser's arms, who just happened to be Draco. Lost in his thoughts, Draco did not notice the man until he fell into Draco's arms. Surprised by the sudden movement, Draco fell backwards, bringing the man back with him. The man fell on top of Draco, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Draco groaned in pain.

     "Ouch" he croaked, laying back first on the cold stone walkway.

    "Bloody hell, Merlins beard," the man said on top of Draco's chest, "I'm so sorry.

Draco tried to catch a glimpse of the mans face, but a dark shadow was cast over his face, shrouding Draco's view. All he was able to see, were a pair of the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. They were a light forest green, reminding him of all the happy times he had when he was younger. Draco shook himself out of his daze. The man put his hands on Draco's chest to lift himself up. A red tint spread across Draco's cheeks. The man pushed himself off of Draco's chest, standing upright. The man held down his hand to help Draco up. Draco took it and lifted himself up. The man fell into the light.

    "P-P-Potter!?" Draco stumbled on his words in shock, but quickly recovered. "What are you doing here." he said, sneering.

    "Well, if you must know," replied Harry lazily in a bored tone, "I'm here for the same reason as you, shopping for school materials. But enough about me Malfoy. My question to you," his head snapped up, his green eyes focused on Draco's eyes and held a sharp and steely gaze, "is how can you even buy your things, let alone go to school? Isn't your family out of money?" Asked Harry, although it was more of a comment than a question.

Draco winced from harshness of the insult, thinking to himself "ouch, he really hit my weak spot."

He looked into Harry's eyes, speculating how he went from that kind boy that was never mean to anyone, to a harsh and secretive young man. But the biggest change, his eyes. Those big, green innocent eyes, the kind of innocence only gained by not having a care in the world. To intense and piercing eyes, yet a clouded and vacant look, that can only come from trauma. Eyes tainted with horror and bloodshed.  But what if those eyes never really were as pure and innocent as everyone else mad them out to be?

And how did Draco know this? Well, because he had the same look. You can try to pretend all that never happened, but your eyes may tell another story, one that can't be told in words.

A sudden voice interrupted his train of thought, "Hey Malfoy, what are you bloody staring at?"

"Huh?" Draco jolted.

Harry gave a disproving look. "What are you still doing here?"

Draco shook his head, "Never mind," he muttered, "Bye... Harry." He turned and walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Harry Potter standing there, watching him leave. Before Draco left too far, Harry gripped Draco's hand, stopping him in his tracks.