The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Agreements

Harry groaned as he was slammed into the bathroom stall door. His head stung at the impact and his eyes went blurry with tears.
"You know Potter," Draco said starting another of his famously strenuous monologues, "I think Ive changed my mind about our little deal,"
"What?" Harry whispered, shock pulling the air from his lungs, "n-no you can't,"
"Oh I can, Potter," Draco said with a wave of the hand "I can do whatever I want to. You see unlike you I have something called credit in my lineage. My last name allows me all the rights of a lord, your Potter blood is useless."
Draco turned to look at himself in the mirror to straighten his tie.
"Sure Potters used to be an important family, rich and powerful but now- well now you are the last Potter around. I doubt you'll know enough about anything to ensure the success of your lineage."
Harry looked down in confusion at that, his heart strings stinging with the jab. Draco turned to look at Harry with pity, looking over his crinkled robes and dusty red Vans. His tie was crooked and the outlandish bedraggled hair that stuck up in every direction. Draco's nose curled in disgust and he leaned back on the sink casually. He only ever relaxed around Harry and had no idea why. Harry bit his lip nervously and tried to discretely straighten his robes. Draco rolled his eyes and stepped up to Harry.
"Oh let me do it you big oaf," he said, adjusting Harry's tie surprisingly gently. "You know at first it was fun having you around all the time," he said distractedly, not really focusing on his words, "even if it meant not being able to give the mudblood the exact treatment her type deserves,"
Harry growled lowly under his breath, his hands clenching into fists.
"Do you have to call her that?" Harry asked through clenched teeth.
Draco looked down at Harry and smirked.
"Ah right, you're friends with Granger," He said "I do not understand how you can lower yourself to the point of even looking at one for longer than necessary,"
"I find it very easy actually," Harry said, lifting his head to glare at the other boy "she is very pretty."
Draco's cheeks burned bright red and he stepped back from Harry with a frown. Harry let out a reluctant smile at the boys reaction and looked down at his now straight tie.
"Well, regardless," Draco said turning away "I don't think I'm getting the best end of the deal I could have gotten,"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked softly.
"You used to be fun to torture, but now," Draco sighed "it's just boring. I mean what's the point if you don't fight back you know?"
Harry frowned and looked down confused. His whole life he'd been taught not to fight back and yet the Dursley's never got bored of torturing him. Draco took a breath and let his mask of indifference slip back into place.
"So our deal is off?" Harry asked with a frown.
He suddenly felt as if he had let Draco down for some reason. Guilt filled his stomach as he thought of all the things he could have done to make Draco not want him anymore. Had he not cried enough? Not bled enough? Should he have screamed more? Green eyes met silver ones making Draco nauseated with the lost look in Harry's gaze. It was a look he had seen many times before in a honey filled set of eyes. Draco swallowed lightly and looked over the pale boy with a frown.
"Yes," he finally said.
"Why?" Harry asked his voice shaking.
"I just told you why scar face," Draco said aggravated.
"But," Harry said softly, looking down "did I do something?"
He swallowed hard and looked down at his feet "Do you not want me anymore or something? Was I not good enough?"
Draco rolled his eyes and patted Harry's hair softly, his hand coming away with a soft dusting of green on it. Draco's mouth twitched with disgust and he wiped his hand off on Harry's arm. The bathroom door opened with a thud and the two boys turned to see a third year walking in. The Ravenclaw stopped and uneasily looked at the two first years, aware of the strange atmosphere in the room. He slowly walked into a stall and gave them a weird look as he closed the door. Draco turned and began to walk out of the bathroom, only to be stopped by Harry's tight grip on his sleeve.
"Please dont leave me," he whispered, unshed tears in his green eyes.
Draco sighed and turned to look at the boy with a frown.
"L-look forget about Hermione," Harry sighed "you're the only constant thing in my life, please dont take that away,"
Draco frowned and pulled his arm roughly out of Harry's hand making the boy gasp and trip forward.
"Fine, Potter, but the deal is off. Granger is on her own got it?" Harry nodded vehemently at the taller boy's words.
Draco frowned and roughly pushed Harry's head to the side in an almost platonic way. His anger and frustration fading away as Harry smiled up at him with a tilted head. Draco shook his head in disbelief and turned to walk out of the room once more.
"You'll write to me over summer right?" Harry asked, unsure he'd make it through the first and last week without something to distract him from whatever harsh thing the Dursley's would surely do to him.
"Maybe," Draco said no hint of promise in his voice.
"Have a nice summer, Malfoy," Harry said softly.
Draco pretended he didn't hear.