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Harry Potter and the Black King	By : Phoenixstrike Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Three: Finally, the Truth

Harry woke several hours later due to a growling stomach and a painfully full bladder. After he relieved himself he made his way down to the kitchen. Snape was the only one in there, sitting at the table and drinking what looked like firewhiskey from a glass. Harry put the kettle onto the stove to boil and then sat opposite him.

“Where’s Remus? What time is it?” he asked as he made coffee.

“Lupin returned to the Burrow this morning, but will return later this evening. It’s a little after seven. You’ve been asleep almost thirteen hours. It will be nightfall again in a couple of hours”. There was a tone of disapproval in Snape’s voice at this, but Harry ignored it. Harry thought that fighting two dangerous battles in the space of a few hours of each other and saving someone’s life had earned him the right to sleep as long as he bloody well liked.

“How is Malfoy?”

“As well as can be expected. I’ve moved him to one of the bedrooms on the second floor. Mr Malfoy’s injuries were severe and acutely life-threatening. Had you not got him out of the manor when you did I doubt very much he would have survived more than another hour, two at the very most. I have repaired the broken bones in his arms and nose, and healed the internal and external injuries. I’ve also given him blood replenishing potions as well as various other healing draughts. His body does, however, need to recover extensively. I’ve put him into a magical sleep to allow this recovery and he will not be disturbed, but I do expect his recovery to be rapid and complete”. Snape paused, staring at Harry. “Potter, what you did last night was nothing less than I would expect from a stupid, noble, self-sacrificing idiotic Gryffindor”. He gave Harry a sneer. Here it comes thought Harry. The lecture. He took a mouthful of the coffee he had just made, which he promptly spat back out at Snape’s next words.

“Thank you”.

Harry hastily mopped up his spat-out coffee, astounded eyes fixed on Snape. “I couldn’t just let him die” he replied quietly. “No one deserves what Voldemort was doing to Draco”. Then, before he could stop himself, he asked the question that had been bothering him since they arrived at Malfoy Manor and he realised Snape was helping Malfoy.

“If he meant so much to you, why didn’t you get him out of the manor yourself?”

Snape sighed and put his head in his hands. Harry thought he looked older and more exhausted than he’d ever looked. After a moment Snape reached into his robes and pulled out a stiff manila envelope. He handed it to Harry, who saw it had the Hogwarts coat of arms on its seal.

“I will tell you everything, but you need to read this first” Snape replied. Harry slid open the envelope and withdrew the sheet of parchment. His heart leapt into his mouth when he recognised Dumbledore’s handwriting.

My Dear Harry,

Well, if you’re reading this letter then, to coin a rather crude muggle phrase that may amuse you, ‘the shit has hit the fan’. You will hopefully excuse my rather childish language; this is probably the last letter I am ever going to write in my one hundred and fifteen years and I decided that to Hades with tradition and do something a little ‘different’. It amused an old man, anyway. Maybe the rumours about me are indeed accurate and it’s a sign of senility. I shall never know.

Severus is under strict instructions to reveal this information to you only in the circumstance of his cover as spy having been blown, and it becomes necessary for the two of you to work closely together, if I am no longer alive. I confess that I hope you never have to read this, or if you do then the end of the war is nearing. I understand the personal antagonism each of you hold for the other, but I must ask you, Harry, to put aside this and work as the allies you must become.

I told you a few months ago I would trust Severus with my life. And I meant it. I did, however, neglect to inform you I have also trusted him with my death. You have seen my hand Harry. Voldemort’s horcrux did more damage than you realise- it has left a fatal curse that can only be slowed, not removed. Harry, I’m dying.

It is vital that Voldemort is stopped. This means being prepared to do anything- including sacrificing one’s own life- to stop him. I have asked Severus to do the impossible in order to try and maintain his role as spy. He will have to kill me. I do not know when, or how yet, but it will be within the next few weeks. This also preserves the soul of Mr Malfoy. Yes Harry, you were right about him. I apologise for pretending to disregard your concerns, and for not confiding in you this whole plan, but it was vital that no one, and particularly Voldemort, found out about anything. The connection you have with him means I just couldn’t take the chance. It is not a lack of trust in you. Please forgive an old fool for protecting the world he loves.

So my death has been planned, and will be executed (pardon me, I just couldn’t resist one final pun) by Severus. This will hopefully preserve his role as spy; if it hasn’t then you’re reading this and you will need to work together on plan B. He knows about the Horcruxes. Work with him.

I am so sorry I have to leave you alone with this burden my boy. So very sorry.

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry finished the letter and stared at Snape. He was shocked to find there was a single tear running down his ex-professor’s cheek. So, once again Dumbledore had manipulated everyone around him whilst confiding in no one. The man should have been a Slytherin, not a bloody Gryffindor he thought angrily. Harry felt a huge jolt of rage towards Dumbledore at the same time he experienced a surge of pity for Snape. Poor, poor bastard having to do that he thought inwardly. He just continued to gape.

“’If you do then I hope the end of the war is nearing’ “ Harry quoted from the letter. “Snape, we didn’t even last a bloody month”. And, miraculously, unbelievably and for the first time Harry had ever witnessed, Snape let out a chuckle. It didn’t last long, however, before he sobered once more.

“And in answer to your initial question, that is why I couldn’t save Mr Malfoy. I hated it, but I had to try and preserve my spy status. It was more important to aid your victory in the war than it was to save Draco’s life. The best I could do was to cast some life-preserving charms on him which kept him alive long enough for you to get to him, once I heard you coming”.

“And that is why you didn’t initially fight with us last night” Harry concluded. Snape nodded.

“If I could have helped get you in and out undetected then I could still spy- even with the Order after me I could still relay important information to them anonymously, whilst having the Dark lord’s full trust. After all, no one would doubt the loyalties of the man who disposed of the leader of the Light. But it became apparent that was not going to happen and I was forced to make a decision, risk losing you, or show my true loyalties. Harry”- Harry’s head snapped up at being addressed by his first name- “without you we lose this war. I had to keep you alive last night. That was my uttermost main priority. My cover is blown but you live”.

Harry closed his eyes. It was going to cost him a small part of himself to say what he needed to say to Snape now.

“I’m really sorry. I’m sorry that my behaviour has fucked things up so badly for you, well, for all of us actually, and may have had a negative effect on the war. But I can’t regret what I did, Snape, I just can’t. I could never regret saving someone’s life”. Snape gave him what Harry was almost certain was a half-smile.

“It is more than a little… inconvenient, but I am grateful you saved Draco’s life. I do not regret your actions either. And I do hope we can somehow form a way to cooperate and work together to bring down the Dark Lord.” He held out his right hand to Harry. Harry paused for a fraction of a second before taking it, shaking it firmly.

“I hope so too” he replied.

*****

In the two days that followed Harry did little except sleep and eat. Draco was still asleep, and he and Snape were still trying to form some type of working relationship. Remus visited several times a day and relayed messages from the Burrow; one of which was about his upcoming birthday party which Harry really did not want to attend but felt he should. Harry realised he still felt fury at Dumbledore; to him the war was a huge chessboard with Light versus Dark, and Harry felt like everyone was a pawn, ready to be sacrificed in order to achieve the final goal. Well, Harry thought determinedly, we are more than just sacrifices in a game. But if this white pawn is going down I’m taking the black king with me.

*****

Harry was just finishing lunch the day before his birthday when he was startled to see a huge snowy owl tapping at the kitchen window frantically with its beak. He panicked; post owls were not supposed to be able to get through the wards. He quickly opened the window and the owl flew in. With a pang Harry stared at the bird- it reminded him strongly of Hedwig. The owl dropped two letters onto the table but did not leave like post owls normally did. Maybe it needs a reply Harry thought. Harry looked at the envelopes. One was addressed to Draco and the other to him. After checking both letters for signs of Dark magic or any other jinxes or curses and finding none, he opened his and began to read.

Dear Mr Potter

This is a letter I never thought I would write. And yet I am, for the Malfoy family is in debt to you. And I cannot thank you enough for the courage you showed in rescuing my son.

Lucius and I were being kept hostage inside our own Manor by the body-bind curse. Dolohov had cast it. With his death we were relieved of it; by the time we came to try and find Draco you had already managed to escape. We were able to flee the manor and we are now in hiding.

Please pass on the other letter to Draco once he is well enough to receive it. The owl is called Hecate and it is our wish that she stays with Draco. It is the only owl that will allow Draco to communicate with us as present. I’m sure you’re wondering how she managed to get through the wards. Hecate is a Blood Owl, meaning that they can deliver messages between close blood relatives though any enchantments or wards no matter how strong they are. They are common in the oldest Pureblood families and are often used in times of war or emergency such as Hecate is now. I was only able to send this letter to you as it was accompanying one to my son.

Again, Mr Potter, I convey the thanks of my whole family to you. Please, look after my son until it is safe for us to be reunited.

Narcissa Malfoy

Harry reread the letter, relieved that Draco’s parents had managed to escape. He hadn’t really given them a lot of thought, but now he did he was pleased that someone else hadn’t lost both his parents because of fucking Voldemort, even if one of those parents was Lucius-Bastard-Personified-Malfoy. He reached out and stoked Hecate’s feathers whilst giving her a piece of bacon rind from his sandwich and smiled to himself.

*****

“No Potter you are going to go to your birthday party. Try to reconcile with your friends. Allow Mrs Weasley to suffocate you for a couple of hours. Draco will still be here when you return and you can talk to him then”. Harry opened his mouth to argue but Snape silenced him with a glare. “I told you I was going to rouse him this afternoon but he will be groggy still for many hours. You can talk later”.

Harry eventually nodded, scowling, before he turned to leave.

“Oh, and Potter, one more thing” Harry turned back round to look at Snape, “Felicitations on your coming of age”.

“Thank you” Harry replied, before walking out of the drawing room, then out of Grimmauld Place itself, past its wards and apparating to the Burrow.

He arrived and cautiously pushed open the door. Immediately he was engulfed in a hug by Mrs Weasley and Hermione. He hugged them both back, thankful that they didn’t seem angry with him at least. Harry was grateful Remus was there. He didn’t feel quite so outnumbered.

He pulled away from the hug and looked around the Weasley kitchen. There was Mrs Weasley and Hermione of course, Remus and Tonks, Ron, the twins, Ginny, and Bill and Fleur. Harry had forgotten it was their wedding the following day; he hoped they wouldn’t be too mad at him for not attending.

“Arthur wishes you a happy birthday, but he has to work today” Molly told him cheerfully. No one was mentioning the fact that Harry had taken off just three days prior and only communicated with them through Remus the whole time. Maybe they just think I’m going through some sort of personal crisis and it’s better to just humour me he wondered. Harry fixed a smile on his face as he greeted everyone. He knew he was probably being unreasonable, and of course his friends and adopted family wanted to recognise his coming of age, but he really wasn’t in the mood to celebrate

*****

“We need to talk to you. Alone. After this party is over” said Ron quietly to him, as The Weird Sisters blared out over the WWN. Harry swallowed the sausage roll he was eating and muttered his agreement. Ron turned and walked away, clearly still angry with him, and Harry sighed. He saw Fleur sitting alone, and seized the opportunity to talk to her.

“’Arry! Ow lovely eet is to see you! We did not get zee chance to talk properly zee uzzer night, did we?” She asked cheerfully. Harry shook his head.

“Fleur, I’m really sorry but I won’t be able to make your wedding tomorrow. I’d love to be there, but I… I’m just really busy with stuff- important stuff!- and, I just… won’t be able to come” he finished lamely. Fleur smiled sadly at him.

“Ah, Bill said zat you would say zis ‘Arry! Eet will be weird with you not ‘ere but we understand. You must keep in touch though! Harry beamed at her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you for understanding. I really am genuinely sorry. I hope you both have a wonderful day”. He said his goodbyes to her then took a trip to the loo. He was drying his hands when Ginny cornered him.

“Hi Harry. Look, happy birthday” she said sunnily. She walked forwards and hugged him tightly. He returned the embrace. Things may not ever work out romantically between them, but Harry would always feel close with her. He also knew she would never judge him.

“Hey Gin. How have you been?” he replied, breaking the hug. She looked a bit disappointed at the loss of contact.

“Better than I was. But I still really miss you. Harry, I really want you back” she replied. Harry paled. I cannot fucking deal with this as well as all the other shit I’m dealing with at the moment he thought, whilst his brain tried to come up with a politer way to tell it to Ginny.

“All my reasons for ending it still stand Gin” he said gently, holding her gaze. Including the reasons I really cannot tell you. Not yet. Especially them. “I just can’t. I can’t deal with this on top of everything else right now. I’m sorry”. He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm, swung him round so he was facing her and crushed her lips down on to his.

Harry froze on the spot as Ginny threw her arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss, his brain frantically trying to find a way out of the situation. However when she found his lips stubbornly clamped shut and unresponsive, and his arms clamped to his sides and his eyes wide and staring she gave up and broke it. She gazed into his eyes, tears swimming in her own.

“I tried at least. Let me know when you’re ready to stop behaving like an arsehole Harry” she said, before half-walking, half-running into her bedroom and slamming the door shut. Harry watched her leave, the feeling of guilt building. He turned and punched the wall, instantly regretting it when a white-hot pain shot through his wrist causing him to use a word he’d only ever heard the Weasley twins use before to let out all his feelings from the last five minutes.

“Trying to turn the air blue Harry?” he heard Hermione’s disapproving voice call from the top of the stairs. “That word really is vile you know. And degrading to women. If you want to use a word to describe a woman’s v…”

“I really, really don’t, please stop that sentence” Harry begged. “I’m sorry I used it, okay? I’m just really pissed off right now. Can you and Ron say what you need to say to me so I can go home please? I’m sorry, I know I’m being a git but I’m tired, and I’m stressed, and I want a hot bath and my bed”. He didn’t know why he didn’t want to talk with them, but he was still upset from the other night.

“You can spare us half an hour Harry” Hermione replied coldly. “In fact, that’s the least you can do”. She turned and walked into Ron’s room, and Harry followed. A minute later Ron appeared, closed the door behind him and put up a silencing charm.

“Harry mate, when are you coming back here?” he asked. Harry sighed.

“I’m not. Look Ron, I’m happy where I am. It’s nice to be on my own for a while. Like I’m mentioning my new house guests at the moment. We’ll still look for the horcruxes together, but at the moment I need some space”. Ron turned an angry red but said nothing.

“How is Malfoy?” Hermione asked.

“Alive and safe” Harry replied, somewhat coldly. “Thanks to me” he couldn’t resist adding. His bad mood wasn’t improved when he saw them both roll their eyes.

“And saving him? How was that? Lupin wouldn’t tell us anything other than you were safe and unharmed- he said it was up to you whether we knew about it.” Hermione probed.

“If you two had come with me you’d know how it was” Harry shot back, before seeing his friends’ crestfallen faces. “Sorry. You didn’t deserve that. It’s just…” he took a huge deep breath. They were his friends, the ones he confided in. They needed to know. “ I killed someone. I didn’t mean to, and they were casting the killing curse at Remus, and I was trying to save him, and…” he shut up when he realised he was rambling, and his two best friends had both turned white.

“Who was it?” Hermione whispered.

“Thorfinn Rowle. But it was self-defence. Well, defending Remus. Please believe me. I didn’t enjoy it or anything!” he could hear the desperation in his own voice.

“Course not mate, we know you’re not a killer. And it’s not nice, and it’s horrible you had to do that, but it’s one less we’re going to have to face isn’t it?” said Ron, patting Harry reassuringly on the back. But Harry wasn’t looking at him- his face was fixed on Hermione who looked terrified.

“What spell did you use? Please… tell me it wasn’t… not again…” Harry looked her in the eye and slowly nodded.

“SECTUMSEMPRA! HOW COULD YOU?” she yelled, and promptly slapped him across the face.

“I feel like I don’t know you any more sometimes” Hermione continued, as Harry rubbed his stinging cheek, knowing how Malfoy felt now back in third year. She had a strong right hand. “Rushing off to save known death eaters, knowingly using Dark magic, treating me and Ron badly, being secretive and elusive. It’s not you. Dumbledore said”-

“I don’t give a fuck what Dumbledore said” Harry cut in. “He wasn’t always right you know. He’s another one I’m pissed off with right now. Look, I’m going to go home now before I say or do something I’ll really end up fucking regretting, like telling you how dare you chastise me, or put your hands on me, for using a spell in a situation where you weren’t even there cos apparently not everyone is worth saving. I wasn’t proud of using the spell you know but I did what I had to do!”

“Don’t you dare yell at her” growled Ron, putting his arm round her, much like the previous argument they’d had in this very room. Harry laughed, and he knew it wasn’t a pleasant sound. But the combination of the stress of killing someone, the truth about Dumbledore and Snape, Malfoy, his friends’ refusal to back him up and how he had managed to hurt Ginny had all suddenly crashed down around him and Harry snapped.

“And you Ron, look at you. Cuddling her every five minutes over every little thing cos you don’t have the guts to ask her out. You’re pathetic too. You just said you understood me, supported me even, but because Hermione disagrees with me you change sides immediately and stick up for her, turning against me. She even HIT me and you still take her side. Neither of you trusted my judgement; you both had no faith in me. Remus and I were facing eight death eaters alone, we did what we needed to do to survive”. He still was not going to mention Snape. “Do you know how that made me feel, how it still does? That I can’t rely on you two? I can accept you not coming with me, but don’t you dare judge me for my actions. I’ve had enough. I’m going home”. And he opened the door and ran down the stairs and through the house, Hermione hot on his tail. They both stopped in the garden.

“Harry! I’m so sorry I hit you, that was very wrong of me. Look, I’m coming with you; we can’t leave things like this”. Harry glared at her.

“Remus put up very strong wards” he said bitterly. “Designed to keep out any unwanted people. That includes you Hermione. There’s no way you’re coming”. He took one last look at her tear-stricken face before turning on the spot and disapparating away.

He arrived back at Grimmauld Place and slammed the front door so hard that Walburga Black instantly began shrieking. Harry fired a stinging jinx at her, even though he knew it couldn’t do any damage, just to let out some feelings but other than that he just continued up to his room where he threw himself on to his bed and fought the tears that were forming. He hated fighting with Ron and Hermione and already he was regretting some of the things he had said to them, but he had had enough. He had planned to talk to Malfoy when he got home but he knew that would not be a good idea at the moment. He changed for bed, climbed under the sheets, and his last thought before sleep claimed him was what a shitty birthday it had been, and it how was partly his own fault.

*****

Harry was woken a few hours later by a knocking at his door. He pushed his glasses onto his nose and cast a tempus charm. It was half past two in the morning. He pointed his wand at the door and it opened. Standing in the doorway, looking alive, healthy and completely healed, was Draco Malfoy. Relief washed over Harry.

“You look better than the last time I saw you” he told the blond. Draco gave him a reluctant half-smile in response.

“Potter, can we talk?” He asked quietly. Harry sat upright in bed and nodded. He pointed his wand at the lamp on the table beside his bed and it flickered on, filling the gloomy room with a soft amber glow. The light caught Draco’s features and Harry was heartened to see there wasn’t a mark on him. His face was as perfect as ever. He gestured for Draco to sit on the bed, and brought his knees up to his chest to make room. Draco sat down.

“I’ve spoken to Severus, and I’ve also read the letter Hecate delivered from my mother. Potter, I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would end up owing my life to you, but I obviously do. There is a good chance my parents do too, as I can’t imagine that…he… would have kept them alive after I died.” Malfoy winced at these words. “I just wanted to say thank you”. He got up to leave. Harry lightly grabbed his wrist and encouraged him to sit back down on the bed.

“Was that all you wanted to talk about Malfoy? Because surely that could have waited until the morning?” Draco sighed and turned to face Harry.

“Why did you do it? Put yourself in danger, for me of all people?”

“Because you were worth saving. Because I could see what Voldemort was doing to you and no one- well, maybe except your fucking aunt- deserved what he was doing to you. I knew it was a risk but I had to take it. I couldn’t just let you die”.

“But why?” Draco continued. “You know I’ve got the Dark Mark. You know I was instructed to kill Dumbledore. Why risk it all for a Death Eater?”

“Because you’re a fucking terrible Death Eater” Harry replied evenly, an amused smile touching the corners of his mouth in response to Draco’s scandalised look. “Don’t glare at me like that, you know you are. You can’t torture, you can’t maim, and you certainly can’t kill. I know you can cast Imperio cos you did it to Madam Rosmerta, but I’ve watched you try and fail to cast Crucio, and I know that you could never cast the Avada Kedavra. Draco, I know you couldn’t kill Dumbledore. Think back to that night, how many broomsticks did you see at the top of the Astronomy tower?”

Draco paled and his mouth fell open. “You were there?” He asked incredulously. Harry nodded.

“Dumbledore hit me with the body bind curse, and I was under my cloak. I couldn’t move or help. Draco, I saw two things about you that night which meant I knew your life is worth something. Firstly, you were terrified. And not because you had to kill, but because you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, even when it meant it would probably cost you your own life. I saw that again when you refused to torture Ollivander. You chose death rather than being the cause of another’s demise. That’s fucking brave, Draco. And then I saw you lower your wand. You weren’t going to do it. You were seconds from taking Dumbledore up on his offer, weren’t you?”

Draco thought for a long moment. “Yes” he replied. “I would have come over to your side. But then it was too late, and Snape…” his voice trailed. Harry reached out and touched him on the shoulder.

“Snape was doing what Dumbledore told him to do. Look, it’s a long story but do you think I’d let Snape in my house for any length of time if he was a murderer? Don’t feel guilty about that, none of it was your fault. Well, except letting the Death Eaters into school, but I know why you did that. Not that I’m saying it was a good idea or anything mind”. He looked into Draco’s eyes and was surprised to find a few tears falling.

“When we fled the castle that night, and we went through the Forbidden Forest, do you know what I saw? Thestrals. I saw fucking thestrals Harry. For the first time I could see them. I’d watched someone get killed, and knew it was m-my fault”. He fought against further tears. There was a silence between them. Draco struggled to compose himself, but somehow he managed. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. When he opened them he looked calm once more.

“I take it our boyhood rivalry is over” Draco said wryly, and Harry was impressed to see how much he had is voice under control. He grinned at Draco.

“I’m happy to call a truce if you are. Something small like saving one’s life does kind of change one’s perspective about one” he said dryly. Draco laughed.

“I’d say this bloody war was bigger than some stupid adolescent animosity too, wouldn’t you? I mean, we’ve been talking for little more than half an hour and we’re already addressing each other by our first times. Besides, I’ve been a dick to you for long enough. Ah fuck it, I was just a dick to everyone, not just to you. I’ve grown up in the past year. ” His right hand grasped his left forearm.

“I didn’t want to take this you know” he said, indicating the spot where Harry knew the Mark was branded. “It was all to impress my father. I’m somewhat of a disappointment to him you know. Probably because I didn’t seem to inherit the Malfoy Evil Fuck gene. Oh, I tried. But being a twat to you was about the highlight of my career as far as torturing someone went”.

“Why did you hate me so much?” Harry suddenly asked before he could stop himself. Draco flushed.

“Because you rejected me. And I was hurt, and embarrassed. So I made out I thought you were actually some sort of idiot. If I couldn’t be friends with you then I would torment you. ‘If you can’t join them, beat them’.” Draco looked Harry straight in the eye and his face softened. “The one thing I couldn’t do, however, was stay away from you. You’re impossible to ignore Harry”. Harry’s eyes widened and his cheeks coloured slightly. “Why did you refuse my hand on the train?” Draco asked, and Harry was sure he could detect genuine nerves in his voice.

“Do you remember the first time we met? Funnily enough it was on my birthday- which was yesterday- six years ago. In Madam Malkins. I knew nothing about the wizarding world until my eleventh birthday, when Hagrid tracked down the muggles I was living with and told me. I never had birthday presents or anything as a kid. That birthday was the first one in my life where I got a present and a cake. He took me to Diagon Alley. He was, literally, the only person in the world who was nice to me. The only friend I had.

“And then I spoke to you, and the first thing you did was insult him” Harry continued. “You reminded me of my cousin, Dudley. I lived with him. Dudley… wasn’t nice. He was cruel, and a bully. You behaved just like him”. Draco winced.

“And then, on the first train journey to Hogwarts, you managed to do exactly the same fucking thing and insult the second person who’d ever wanted to be my friend! You were vile to Ron. Why would I have taken your hand Draco? If the roles were reversed would you have taken mine?” Draco shook his head.

“I guess not. But I was a stupid, stuck up, arrogant little shit then. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry. That’s not a phrase that comes out of my mouth often, so enjoy it”. He paused once more. “Look, I think I’m going to be here for the foreseeable future, if that is okay with you,” Harry nodded to show it was fine, “and I would like it if we could become friends. I think we have a lot in common, or could have if we just stopped fighting all the time. It would be nicer for both of us I think if we spent our energy forming a friendship rather than annoying the piss out of each other, don’t you think?” Harry let the corners of his mouth curl in amusement.

“So, let me get this straight. You, as in Draco Malfoy, and me, as in Harry Potter, sworn enemies now for six years, are actually going to try to be friends?” said Harry, with a small smirk.

Draco smiled. “Friends” he agreed. He held out his hand to Harry.

“Now, this looks familiar. I’m getting déjà vu here” Harry joked. Draco pretended to scowl.

“Just don’t fucking reject it this time, prat” he said. Harry laughed, and shook his hand. Draco let go of Harry’s hand and made to leave.

“I need sleep. I may be healed but I’m still exhausted. Goodnight Scarhead” Draco said from the doorway.

“Night Ferret” Harry retorted. His door closed and Harry could swear he heard a faint chuckle from behind it. He smiled, removed his glasses and extinguished the lamp once more. Really, Harry thought sleepily, Draco is actually quite nice, once he drops the act of His Royal Bastardness. I could get used to him living here. This was his final thought before sleep claimed him once more and he slipped willingly into oblivion.
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