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A Worthy Performance2

Biiiiig thanks to LLY
who not only reviewed, but gave me some helpful constructive criticism. So as I
sit here with my Invader Zim beanie, I�ll be trying my best to put it all to
use. Please, people�model after LLY AND rnrnrn*~Dreamer~*rn AND
REVIEW! *cough* and so on with the story�Erm but before we start, I have a few
things to correct. storstory seems like it�s in their 4th year, when
really it�s meant to be in their 6th, I apologize for that. And another thing,
I made it seem like the story was moving a bit too fast. Just bare with me, and
it�ll all pull together soon.

So coloure it red and turn it into your favourite plastic heart.

---Or did Harry�s words
make Draco feel shame? Harry truly didn�t care; all that he cared about at the
moment was making sure Draco knew Harry had had enough. Whether it meant making
Draco feel shame or not.

�Potter�� Draco said
menacingly; he paused as if contemplating what to say, �I won�t warn you
again�� and with that, he left.

Taking airy steps, and still showing his
elegance, he didn�t turn back once to look at Harry. At that moment, suddenly
he had the urge to cast some sort of killing curse. Although, being on the side
of Gryffindor, and just being Harry Potter, he knew not of any Dark Arts
curses. How could one person make him so angry? Besides, it�s not like Harry
would ever want to kill anyone, aside from Voldermort that is.
With a sigh, and a
quick moment of thought, he too walked off. Only on the opposite end, towards Gryffindor
Tower,
and entering the common room after having had given the fat lady the password.
He plopped down on one of the bigger couches in the room, and began to
reminisce about past years in Hogwarts.

Oliver Wood, the
previous keeper and captain of the Gryffindor Quiditch team was gone, although
he left some nice memories burned into Harry�s mind; He and Cho Chang were no
longer�well, they�d never really been an item, but since Cedric Diggory�s
death, she�d become distant. Not that Harry cared any, but shs sos so
beautiful, one couldn�t help but wish that he were the main priority in the
elder Ravenclaw�s life. He missed the pranks Fred and George, the Weasley
twins, used to pull. He couldn�t help but give a breathily chuckle as he
remembered when they introduced him to the Marauders map in his 3rd
year, to help him get into Hogsmeade.

Laying his head on the
arm rest of the couch and slowly shutting his eyes, he began to think now about
his beloved Godfather Sirius. The memories of his Godfather were pleasant, but
he still grieved sometimes. He missed no one more than Sirius. From there he
went onto his parents, which turned to Voldermort� Harry didn�t like thinking
of such things, so he shook it off. After he�d calmed, he lied back down,
shutting his eyes once more. This time to lay him to what he�d hope would be a
peaceful rest.

Leaning against a
window in his common room, Draco gazed longingly out the window. The sky was
calling for rain, and tomorrow was Saturday, which meant they were going to
have a Quiditch match. This time it was Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Draco thought
to himself just how easy a match it would be, and why they even paired the two.
He heaved a heavy sigh. What was bothering him? Even he didn�t know. How dare that prat blow me off like that�he
had no right, he didn�t! I ask to talk to him and he tries to defy me like he�s
someone important. Oh, I forget, he is important�he�s Harry Potter. The
Boy who lived�

Draco was thrown out of his trance when the two muscle
heads with no brains, Crabbe and Goyle, jostled him with a meaty elbow each. He
glared an icy glare, one that both were used to seeing. Being that, they were affected
by this none, and Crabbe began to speak.

�Oy, Draco, we�ve got
Divination class today, remember? Can�t just stay here all day gazing out the window
like some sick fool� he finished, whilst Goyle was chuckling heartily. Most
likely he was laughing at the fact that Crabbe called a Malfoy a �fool�. The
blonde was growing even more impatient with each passing second, but bothered
not to say anything. He simply smiled, and said,

�Dear boy�s, why are
you in such a rush to find out your future? I already know what it is�� His
expression was smug, and he�d turned away from the two of them. But, the two
boys looked interested, and replied still.

�Really, Drake? What is
it then?� said Goyle, Crabbe nodded too, again tha that same interest and
curiosity.

�Hmm�� Draco smirked,
pretending to think hard, �in your future I see�death. Yes, and oh�what�s this?
My hands are wrapped around the both of you twit�s necks!�

Crabbe and Goyle stared
at him quizzically, as if they didn�t understand. Draco caught these faces, and
made one of his own; a face of disgust.

�Well, you two goons
didn�t wake me out of my thought bubble for nothing, now did you? So get off your
lard arses and get ready for class!� What was that? Did I just call them lard arses aloud? Oh, for the love of Venus, did I
also just hurry them for a class I don�t even want to go to? Again with my
sudden failure of sense�

He turned away from
them, gathering his things before strutting out of the room, and they followed
close behind. Draco had completely forgotten that today was a Tuesday, which
meant he had classes with Gryffindor. His memory seemed to have been fading
today, for just a few classes earlier he was
with Gryffindor. Much to his dismay, this meant he�d have to share the same
room space with a particular member of the Gryffindor pride againeat,eat, just great. I get to spend time with
that bloody prat for the second time today! With that thought, he sulked as
he headed for Divination.

Harry was soon awoken
to a start when Hermione was yelling in his ear. He jumped up and looked
around, seeing Ron and Hermione with agitated expressions. He reached across to
grab where he thought his glasses were, little did he know he�d actually slept
with them on. With one last glare from Ron, Harry stood up from the couch.

�What�s next anyway? I
hope it�s not�� but he was cut off by Hermione.

�We�ve got Divination
next, Harry� she smiled, for she knew Harry disliked this class more than all
his classes; even more than Potions class with Snape. Harry frowned, and
gathered his books. He could already tell how dreadful a day it would soon be. Hmm�a day with the Slytherins, eh? Perfect,
I get to see Malfoy! What more could I ask for? Harry almost laughed at his
sarcasm, but made no room for it as it would ruin his melancholy behavioure.

When they finally
arrived at Divination, most of the students had already filled the classroom.
Sitting together, excited and wondering what they were doing today, were
Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Sometimes, Harry thought Lavender was an
extremely beautiful girl, but he couldn�t date someone who was so chatty and,
well, air headed. Harry decided to take a seat near the window farthest to the
left, and Ron and Hermione followed. Even though they were a trio; and best
friends�Harry couldn�t help but wish that sometimes he could seek solitude.
He�s specifically chosen that window so he could think, and be alone in his thought.
But Harry knows already that you can�t always get what you want.

�So, what do you think I should predict today,
Harry? Maybe I should say that in my future, I see myself eating�and in the
distant future, snogging with Hermione� Ron joked.
Although
he�d found this amusing, Harry couldn�t find the right face to show it. All of
them look liked he was choking on the intoxicating fumes that�d filled the
room. Once again it was the study of reading crystal balls. He was too busy
staring out the window at the Quiditch pitch to even notice that Draco Malfoy
had walked into the classroom. When he shook himself out of his trance, or took
in a strong whiff of Professor Trelawney�s perfume, he lazily looked around the
room. Then he saw him. When he caught his beautiful silvery gray eyes, he
didn�t see that ever growing hate. He saw eyes of a calm, kind heart. His face,
though, proved otherwise. His face was showing no emotion, and he knew inside
that Draco had feeling. Harry kept his gaze on the blonde, for he couldn�t turn
away from the boy for not one second.

Draco�s
looks are so striking. Such a fetching young man in his looks�Every feature of
his face is distinctive. Flawless. He seems to have that beauty that�that
beauty that you can�t just ask for, and attempt to get. No, it comes from good
genes, and Merlin knows that being a Malfoy, and a pure blood he�s got good
genes.

He paused a moment from his
thinking, breaking his attention away from Malfoy. He took a moment to look at
Neville Longbottom who�d been misreading his crystal ball again, before
gathering his thoughts another moment.

Did I just marvel at Malfoy, and call him by his first name? Hmm�I�m
not as worried about calling him by his first name in thought, but staring at
him for his looks rather hate?

Harry hoped something
like this wouldn�t happen again, and wouldn�t have time to anyhow, seeing as
Professor Trelawney was hovering over him, frowning down at the ebony haired
boy who obviously wasn�t reading his ball.

�Harry�� rasped her misty
voice, �Tell me, what you see in your ball?� Harry thought a moment about what
it is he should say. Not being able to fully think up a lie, he focused his
eyes on the ball, and set into a deep gaze, readying to say whatever came to
mind. And then he saw it; the misty clouds of gray turned into blurred images.

�I see�I see myself
making a friend. Yes, an enemy of mines will become a friend. More than
friends. We will become great friends and it will go higher from there�and�I�m
also seeing death� Harry swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. Then he
continued. �The death�will be expected. People are grieving, but some are
mouthing�some are mouthing things like, �I told you so�, and �It was all for
the best�we knew it�d come soon�. But�here I see that the friend I�ve made
isn�t grieving at all�they�re just�Wait, I can�t tell anymore, it�s fading out�

Ron stared at Harry,
amazed that Harry was reading that. But, was Harry lying? Had he said that to
make Trelawney shy off with satisfaction? No, that was too deep of a reading to
be made up. Harry looked at Ron, and then Hermione who was now looking at her
ball, most likely trying to do what Harry had. Professor Trelawney looked
amazed and proud.

�Good job, Harry!� the
professor squealed. But, before long, she soon turned to her usual, misty and
calm yet depressive mood. �But�I am afraid I cannot be too proud, for I too
have seen what you have. I fear that my prophesizing of this death will come
true� she trailed off, and Harry was lost in deep thought. Who was this person
that will become his friend? His only enemies were Draco Malfoy and Lord
Voldermort. He knew for sure he�d never befriend The Dark Lord himself, but, he
also felt the same about befriending Draco Malfoy. It just wouldn�t happen. It
made no sense for them to become friends. And�what�s more is, who exactly is it
that may die? Was it himself who�d die? If it was Draco who was to become his
friend, why didn�t he mourn the death, especially if it were Harry�s?

Why
was Potter staring at me? Doesn�t that prat have anything better to do? Well of
course not, why wouldn�t he be staring at me? I�m so breathtakingly gorgeous
one can�t help but gawk and stare.

Draco watched as Crabbe
and Goyle did what they thought was reading a crystal ball. They were
exchanging what they saw with each other in excitement. As usual, he was
uninterested in the subject�s lesson, and fooled around with other things. In
the midst of his doing nothing, he turned to look at Harry Potter. Why? He
didn�t know, and it didn�t matter. Luckily, Harry wasn�t returning the gaze.
There�s something about that git that draws my attention. He seriously
should consider taking a comb to that tangle of hair, and rid those glasses. I
bet he�d look nice without them�Wait, what the Hell am I saying? Why, out of
all people in this school, am I checking out Potter?

Before Draco could go
any further, or continue to look at the Gryffindor Pride, the class was
dismissed. But, not even that drew his attention, it was the porky elbows of
Goyle that�d made him come to reality. They�d informed him it was time for
dinner, and the left.

Not having much of an appetite, Harry decided to
skip dinner. When he�d told Ron and Hermione of this, he�d gained two worried
glances.

�Really guys I�m fine,
just�I�m just not all that hungry. And, besides, I�ve got things to do�� he
lied. But, he did have something to do. Something he needed to clear up with
himself. Once again, something had flooded his mind, which made him unable to
focus. Draco Malfoy. Why was Draco on Harry�s mind so often these days? The two
weren�t even friends, and yet he kept thinking of him as if the two had
something. Not that Harry wanted anything to do with him, but still, it was
always a possibility in his mind. Damn
Malfoy, you�re so vain you can�t even leave me alone in thought, eh?

Harry
didn�t have much to do, being alone in the Gryffindor common room and not
having any homework. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. A very, very
strange one. He headed towards the owlery with parchment and a quill tucked in
his cloak pocket.

When he reached the owlery, he�d sought out
Hedwigs cage, and sat besides her. He let her out, and she affectionately
nipped at Harry�s fingers. He smiled down at his lovely fowl, and cooed at her
playfully. Fumbling around in his cloak, he floundered for his parchment and
quill. When found, he took it out and hesitantly began to write.

Draco,

I
wish to meet with you outside at the Quiditch pitch tomorrow around 9:00
pm,
if it�s okay with you of course. It�s nothing serious, but because it is
nothing serious does not mean I won�t be expecting you, and does not mean that
you cannot show up. I�ll be waiting for you.

Harry

He stopped, reread the letter and thought about
whether or not he should even send it off. Why did he want to even do thiWhatWhat on Earth possessed him to even consider writing a letter to meet up with
him? He thought of how silly it was to request even a moment of his enemies
time, and, what if Draco showed this letter to his Slytherin friends? Yet,
without another moment�s hesitation, it was sent. Sent to Draco Malfoy; to be
ridiculed, and laughed at; to be mocked and maybe thrown into a roaring fire.
Harry didn�t care though, he�d already sent it. All he could do now was wait.

And as he waited, he
wondered why suddenly Draco had been on his mind so often. Why he suddenly
wanted to bond with him, and get to know the boy. Why now did he feel they
could become more than enemies and possiblyt oft of friends?

Such thoughts made Harry feel odd, and wonder
about himself. He had no problem now with getting to know Draco, when earlier
during the day he just about exploded with fury. When earlier during the day,
he had officially felt hate. But�now; now he out of the blue had a feeling that
someday he and his nemesis could befriend one another.

He
sat there, resting against the cage of Hedwigs, listening to the soft hooting
of the other owls. While nodding off, Harry�s mind was still racing with
jumbled thoughts. But ones that stuck out in his mind were ones involving
Draco. Since he�d been on his mind all day, this was no longer a surprise to
Harry. He thought about what he�d tell him if and when they met at the pitch.
Would he even accept?

All
this he could wonder about later, because now he felt the need to head off to
his dorm to get what he hopes will be a good nights rest.

Lying awake in his bed,
Draco couldn�t stop fidgeting, so he hopped out of bed and leant against the
stony wall, staring blankly out the window. He�d folded his arms, allowing
himself to adjust to the cold gusts of wind that�d been streaming through the
open window. Moments soon after he�d shut his heavy eyelids, his owl Nocens
came. Expecting the letter was from his father; Draco hurriedly grabbed the
slip of parchment and began to read.

A
grin curled onto his face as he read the letter silently. Now why would Potter want to meet me after hours, eh? He laughed
inwardly, tossing the note aside. He figured he�d make Potter wait, and send
him his response early morning. The beautiful blonde once again looked out at
the moon, whose shine was just as silver as the iris of his eye, and inner
coloure was just as dull as the gray surrounding his pupil. The sky wasn�t
quite black yet, and wasn�t exactly like midnight.
The stars were spread out, looking like bits of sugar tossed across a huge lump
of coal. Draco appreciated the night sky, and wouldn�t mind lying underneath it
at the moment. He sighed as he took one last look at the night, and broke away
from it; grabbing a pair of pajamas and silently slipping them on.

He climbed back into
bed, restless as he was now, and tried to sleep. He didn�t know why he agreed
to meet Potter mentally, and wondered if he should let Harry know ahead of
time. He wondered if he should instead surprise him. No, Malfoy�s are quick to
the point, not people who surprise. He would make him wait, though. You don�t
blow off a Malfoy when he asks to speak to you, and expect him to beckon to
your calls. Yes, he would definitely make him wait. For both his reply and when
meeting him. He laughed inside at the expression that�d be on Potter�s face
when he shows up late. He shut his eyes, hoping that rest would come with this.
He wondered if Harry, too, was unable to sleep.

The
night sang for the boys as they both looked forward to tomorrow night.

Authors Foot Note: Okay folks, so this was a really long chapter
(for my work anyway). SORRY. I also
apologize that it was as uneventful as my sorry, pathetic life. I promise that
the next chapter will be interesting; filled with intimacy and angst. It may
seem too soon, but it won�t when the chapter is longer than this one, and
remember people; READ AND REVIEW. Thank you for bearing with me, and reading
this. Makes me feel all special inside. BTW, I will be updating every other day
(or so I hope) so be on the look out!
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