The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Damn Straight

Caleb sat on the comfiest couch next to Draco Malfoy. The library was full of students of all ages, some were studying but most, like Harry and Draco were just trying to avoid having to see the seventh years snogging in the hallways. Valentines Day was in a week and along with the first years- who were too young to understand the desire the older students had to play tonsil hockey, some of the more shy fourth years also hid in the common area of the library . Madame Pince watched the students with distaste but couldn't bring herself to tell them to hide in their common rooms, after-all it was the time of year that grades went up for some (and drastically down for others) and the pique rates of books being checked out, so really as long as the students were doing their homework or were quiet in their activities then she mostly just ignored them and glared her disapproval.
Draco was quietly telling Caleb Scamander about his first class with the school coach Madame Hooch.
"It was rather uneventful really," Draco whispered softly "Longbottom didn't fly too bad actually but some boy called Dean got a defective broom and it tossed him like a ridgeback,"
Caleb frowned softly.
"Oh, don't worry," Draco said offhandedly "he didn't get hurt, not that it would have mattered if he had,"
"Because he is a half-blood?" Caleb asked, honey eyes meeting silvery pools.
"Yes," Draco said, patting Caleb's head like a dog who had successfully managed to heel on command.
"I thought Dean was a pure blood," Caleb asked tilting his head in confusion.
"Well it really depends on who you talk to, some say he is a pure blood, some say he's a mud-blood," Caleb winced but Draco ignored it, "But he's a half blood because his father was a wizard, though he died a long time ago"
"You know a lot about the other kids at our school," Caleb said adjusting in his seat.
"When you're a Malfoy you have to know things about other people," Draco said looking at Caleb seriously "One day every kid in this school will want to kill me, it's better if I know everything I can about them and their families. I'll know how many people to expect to fight when it comes time for them to show up on my doorstep."
Caleb looked at Draco with a sad frown and gently placed his hand on the pale boy's hand.
"I won't," he said simply.
Draco turned to look at the honey eyes and smiled a tiny bit, breaking the emotionless mask for a second and allowing Caleb to see the sadness in his eyes; Quickly though the eyes turned cold and he glared at another first year who tried to sit down next to Caleb causing the boy to get up and hurry away. Caleb turned to look at the boy's retreating back and smiled at Draco.
"You're so jealous," Caleb teased.
Draco turned back to his friend with a hard expression.
"Malfoy's aren't jealous," he said firmly.
"Of course not, they own everything in the world why would a Malfoy be jealous," Caleb said teasingly.
Draco turned to watch Crabbe and Goyle play exploding snap on the table nearby.
"Damn straight," He muttered making Caleb snort softly.