![]() Granger, curse her, was nowhere in sight. Shouts rang out, echoing down the hallway. Still, they went at each other with no signs of stopping.ĭraco cursed as excitement rippled through the crowd. Weasley got a cut on the upper lip and Potter’s scarf tore in half. Before long, they were rolling down the corridor and pummelling each other. This time, Potter retaliated with a punch. “Couldn’t you figure out you liked blokes before you started dating her? What, were you just using her to figure yourself out?” “Yeah, and now I know why!” Weasley snapped. “I can’t help how I feel, alright? I’m sorry about Ginny but it just isn’t going to work!” “She loves you! She’s loved you since she was twelve and this is what you do? She’s my sister, Harry!” “How could you do this to her?!” Weasley yelled, shoving Potter back. In fact, if Draco wasn’t seeing it, he probably wouldn’t have believed it. So, he approached the ruckus with quick, purposeful steps and shouldered past the gathered crowd.īut it wasn’t a Slytherin fighting off a bunch of avenging attackers. Since Draco had taken it upon himself to look out for his former Housemates, he couldn’t exactly walk away now. But the younger Slytherins were not so quick, nor as lucky. After a few stray attempts, the bullies grudgingly left him alone. Draco, thankfully, had a handy repertoire of spells at his disposal. It happened more often than anyone liked to admit. His first thought was that some Slytherin student had run afoul of an angry mob. ![]() Shouts echoed down the hallway and he spotted a small crowd gathering, not too far away. Things would probably have continued as they were, had it not been for the fight.ĭraco was walking down the corridor, making his way to Transfiguration when he heard the row. Still, Potter had made it amply clear that he didn’t want Draco around- didn’t want anyone around- and like the rest of his classmates, Draco had eventually left him to his devices. Like a constant pricking at the back of his head. Watching that bright light and vivacious presence fade to a dull flicker right before his was irritating. He didn’t even go flying anymore, and he just picked at his food.ĭraco admitted to a touch of worry.if only because Potter was a fixture in his life and he was a creature of habit. How disinterested he was in the things that had once given him pleasure. Like how Potter’s jaw would tighten and his eyes would glisten when he thought nobody was looking. ![]() The point was, Draco had been watching closely and he’d noticed a few.things. Bit by bit, the entourage faded away and left him alone. He was sullen and taciturn and showed little enthusiasm for celebration or socialising. Ever since his return, the conquering hero had done little to encourage his admiring public. Potter was actively avoiding him- and doing a damned fine job at it, considering that all the ‘Eighth Years’ had been sequestered in a make shift Common Room after their return to Hogwarts.īut it wasn’t just that. In fact, this time Draco had actually tried to do something nice for Potter.įor the past three months, Draco had tried to work up the courage to talk to Potter- maybe even apologise for being a monumental git- but every time he so much as looked at him, the man would disappear. Honestly, he hadn’t intended for it to go this far.
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