Twist Of Fate *Muggle AU*

The Friendship

A/N: I'd like to remind everyone this is a muggle AU, Hogwarts was a school for gifted children, school based on brains. Also, my friend and I are American and trying to keep the HP universe in the UK, if there is anything wrong with any words let me know so I can edit it.

Harry's POV

I burst through the familiar door thinking quite irrationally, trying desperately to suppress the part of my brain that was telling me this was all part of some elaborate scheme so that Malfoy could pull the wool over my eyes. It was very difficult to shut that part of my brain down, that part and the part that kept feeding me flashbacks of the past. Of his Aunt Bellatrix torturing me, or him teasing my friends and I.

"That git!" I raged. my voice more than likely carrying throughout the house. "That bloody git!" I carried on moving throughout the house, letting myself into my second home.

"Mione. Harry's here." Ron called. Hermione came in hanging up the phone, she looked pleased and that made me wonder who she was talking to.

"Harry! We were expecting you!" Her overly frizzy hair bounced in near excitement. I arched my brow at my two best friends.

"You.... were expecting me?" I asked, and the way Hermione was smiling fondly at me, told me that I had a dumbstruck look on my face. After she explained to me that Draco called her and discussed our "session" today, it didn't take long before I had a scowl on my face.

"Harry James Potter! Do not give me that look!" Hermione scowled at me, before sighing and softening her features. "Look, you know, we all know, you liked Laurie; but it seems she did this on purpose. It wasn't some grand scheme. I know you'll never trust Malfoy, but maybe Ron and I could go with you and we'll see what he has to say and how he treats you."

Even I had to admit the idea didn't seem too outlandish. I looked over at Ron and he was nodding along with Hermione's idea, which was surprising, to say the least. Ron hated Malfoy just as much as I did. "It's okay mate, we'll be there with you." Ron piped up.

Defeated, I nod at my two friends. Next week, I'll talk to Malfoy.

Draco POV

"Pansy, you should have seen the way he looked at me." I said pinching the bridge of my nose and leaning on my friends lap on the couch.

"Well...I mean, we weren't the best at Hogwarts, you know our house competed with— well all of them." She furrowed her brow at me, "did you ever try to apologize?"

I shook my head, "I figured after mom saved him from Voldemort, I'd never see him again." That was a stupid excuse and both Pansy and I knew it.

I was an arse-hole, a spoiled rich kid that only got into the prestigious gifted school from daddy's money. Even the headmaster, Dumbledore, needed coaxing. Once he had seen how advanced I was at chemistry he had no choice but to accept the bulk check and me into his school.

I was raised to only like the elite and rich, I was mean to the Weasleys because they were poor. Only now did I realize just how wrong I was. I knew I could never redeem myself in Potter's eyes, despite what Hermione had said over the phone.

"Draco, you're such a lovesick puppy. You look as if your owner beat you with a newspaper." Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I am not!" I said a little too quickly. I knew that she knew, without me telling her, that I was gay. That's not to say I didn't love Astoria, but I just couldn't...get it up with her. When I had told Blaise my dilemma, he kissed me. And low and behold, I was standing at attention.

"You can lie to yourself all you want, Draco, but you can't lie to me. You may have hated him for a while, but I noticed the change when he snuck into your manor and had the dumbass idea to, what? Kill Voldemort?"

"I couldn't see him die!" I stopped there, knowing she was right. I let my hair loose from its ponytail, "I don't know why I thought this would work, Hermione probably didn't even convince him that I'm not the bad guy...anymore at least."

Sighing I stood from the couch and pecked my roommates cheek, "I'm going to sleep, Pansy. Good night." She nodded solemnly at me as I walked to my room.

I really hope we can help each other. Seeing him wasn't good for my mental health, either. More from guilt, than anything. I should have been a better person in my youth, rather than realize my parents raised me to hate later. Swallowing hard, I cry myself to sleep.

I'm so sorry this is a week late. Enjoy loves.