Save Me (Drarry)

Chapter Eight

The walk home was deadly quiet. Draco barely heard the soft footsteps following behind him.
Stupid Potter, he thought, kicking a small rock as hard as he could. Why couldn't he just have normal Potter back. He hated both, however he could deal with normal Potter. All he had to do was be himself and then the precious golden boy would lose his temper and punch him in the face. Draco could handle that. But what he couldn't handle was some crybaby Potter who started bawling as soon as he opened his mouth. It was the total opposite of what he was used to, and Draco didn't like it one bit.
He was still angry when they reached the house, opening the front door, and slamming it directly in Potter's stupid face.
He went upstairs to his room, deciding that he was in desperate need of a shower.
Potter walked into his room while he was almost done changing into his pajamas, but Draco ignored him.
He threw his shirt off and was about to grab his night one, when he caught a glimpse of Potter out of the corner of his eye.
He stood in the corner of the room staring at him intently.
“What are you looking at?”
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
Potter stepped closer, and put his hand on Draco's chest, directly over his scar.
“Sorry.”
“You remember?” Draco asked, his voice barely over a whisper.
Potter nodded.
Draco's shocked look changed into one of anger.
“Why did you do it?”
The other boy was taken aback by the sudden change, taking a few steps back.
“I was alone crying in a bathroom. You had no right!”
“I-”
“You hated me, didn’t you Potter? Couldn't wait to see me dead!”
“Stop,” Potter pleaded.
“You tried to kill me, such a shame that Professor Snape got there in time. I bet you just loved to see my blood spilling out onto the floor. You wanted me to die.”
“No!”
“Yes! You did! You wanted me to die! You hated me so much! And you hated Snape even more for saving me.”
“Not...true!”
“It is, I could see the look in your eye. See the overwhelming hatred. I could tell! And do you know how? Because it's the same damn look I see everyday when I look in the mirror!”
“Stop!”
“You're a murderer Potter! You kill everyone around you! You're parents, you're classmates, even your godfather died because of you!”
Draco was suddenly punched in the face.
He fell to the floor, his back hitting the wall behind him so hard it left him gasping.
Potter stood over him, his face red and wet with tears.
Draco got to his feet and ran upstairs to his room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.