bury a friend • drarry

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Chapter Five:

Harry stared at Malfoy from behind a bookshelf, pretending to be gazing at the shelves in search for a book. Instead he watched the blond boy gazing through shelves, wondering whether the sudden personality change in Malfoy was real or just some sort of prank on Harry. He grabbed an old spellbook off the shelf, pretending to be flipping through it.

Harry didn't know yet whether or not he could trust his former bully. All common sense told him that he couldn't trust Malfoy any more than he could trust Voldemort, but he had a feeling like Malfoy was telling the truth. That he really did want to be Harry's friend. Although when they weren't alone together Malfoy went back to being the same old him he's always been.

"Potter?" Malfoy looked up from the book in his hands, realizing that Harry had been staring right at him.

Harry pretended that he'd been reading and then looked up at Malfoy. "What?" He asked, rolling his eyes at Malfoy.

Malfoy glared at him. "You were watching me, weren't you?" Malfoy looked Harry over suspiciously.

Harry gave Malfoy his best confused look. "What are you talking about?"

Malfoy saw right through him. "I'm talking about how you were watching me."

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"I wasn't." Harry continued to deny it. "Why would I be watching you?"

Malfoy sighed and put his book down on the shelf, leaving the library. Harry grabbed onto his shoulder before Malfoy could leave. Malfoy turned around to face Harry again. "What is it now?" Malfoy rolls his eyes at him.

"Do you want to maybe meet up after school?" Hary scratched the back of his neck nervously as he said it, feeling as though he was asking Malfoy on a date, although in a way, he was.

Malfoy gave him a sly smile. "Finally, he asks." Malfoy teased him. "Can you meet me outside the Slytherin common room?"

Harry nods quickly. "Of course."

Malfoy shuffled from side to side on his feet as he saw more people begin to enter the library. "I should go." He muttered.

Harry nodded. "If you want, I guess. Or we could go somewhere else?" He suggested, hoping that Malfoy would agree.

Malfoy blushed at the suggestion. "Sorry," He replied. "I've got a lot of homework to get done, but I'll meet up with you after school alright?"

Before Harry could reply Malfoy turned on his heel and ran off down the hall. He already had too much work to get done if he wanted to meet up with Harry. He couldn't waste any more of his lunch hour. He ran off to the Slytherin common room, sitting down at an empty table in the corner, emptying the contents of his book bag on top of it. Pulling out his quill and his wand Malfoy got to work, watching the time carefully to make sure he wasn't late for class.

After working for only half an hour Malfoy put down his quill in frustration. There was no way he would be able to get anything done in time for his test tomorrow, or even the homework that was due already. He groaned beneath his breath. All he could think about was Harry, and the way he'd basically asked Malfoy out just earlier. All he could do was sit there and try to focus when all he could actually focus on was whether or not Harry actually liked him back.

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Malfoy stared into Harry's hopelessly blue eyes and tried to think of what to do. He knew he couldn't bury Harry without an actual funeral service of some kind, but he also knew that having Harry's funeral would involve telling people who didn't need to know what the Death Eaters were up to. A day had passed already and Harry's body was already beginning to decompose.