“You think you know!? You think you understand? How could you possibly understand?”
This is what was being yelled when Draco Malfoy walked into the eighth year common room.
“I don’t understand? I. Don’t. Understand? Bloody hell, I’m sorry. I thought I had lost my brother in the battle, I must be wrong. Let me just go on and give Fred a call shall I?”
“That is not what I mean and you know it.”
Draco heard the shouts of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. He never heard them fight, until now it seems. He had heard something about them not talking to each other back in forth year, but that was the extent.
The other eighth years were looking at their squabble from various seats or corners. Some looked on waiting to gossip about it while others looked slightly fearful. There were some, who seemed quite indifferent though.
“Oh! Now I know. Now I know what you mean. What do you mean Harry?”
Weasley’s whole head was as red as his hair. Potter looked absolutely furious, his eyes bright with rage. Then, Potter grunts angrily and starts storming toward the door. Draco jumps out of the way and Harry just sends him a quick glare before walking out and slamming the door behind him. Weasley watched before stomping up the stairs to the boy’s dorm and also slamming the door.
There were quiet whispers at first and then it rose to a chatter. Everyone was trying to find out what they meant. After a moment or two Draco decided to follow. If he found anything out then he’d have something to hold over others, he’d have the reason behind the shouting match.
Following Potter was little more work then Draco previously believed. Eventually he turned down a hall and slipped into a classroom. Draco thought It was unused considering he knew all the professors and each already had their own classroom.
Draco opened the door and walked in and saw Potter leaning against a couple of stacked desks, not looking at the door.
“Fuck off.” Draco placed a smirk on his face.
“Having trouble in paradise with the Weasel and Granger?” Draco sneered.
“I said to fuck off! What don’t you understand?” Harry swung his head around and though it was clear that he was still angry Draco kept his smirk on.
“What? Is it hard being the Savior of the Wizarding World? Tired of all the adoring fans? You were right, Weasley wouldn’t know about that would he?” This struck a nerve, Draco could tell.
“That’s not my fucking problem. Go to hell, Malfoy.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but, I believe I’m already there.” Potter seemed to have deflated a little as he shuffled over to a desk on its own. Sure, he was still angry but not with the same rage Draco and seen in the common room. Draco decided to soften a little, get his information another way. He leaned his back against the door and asked. “What was your problem then?”
Potter looked up at that. Startled and a bit shocked. He looked to be mulling it over before starting to speak.
“I don’t even really know what my problem is.” Harry jumped up on the desk and was sitting there, hands in front of him and he was fiddling his thumbs. “I guess, my problem was the war.”
“Isn’t that everyone’s problem?”
“I was used as a pawn, the whole time. My choices were chose for me. Not for my well being, not always. But for me to be useful later on.” Potter sat silently for about a minute and then he started again. “Ron thinks my problem is that I’m grieving. We’re all grieving, show me someone who isn’t. I bet it’s impossible.”
“The war did take a lot from people.” Draco said. They were both silent for a minute until Harry let out a sigh and flopped backwards across the desk.
“Everything was decided for me. I was manipulated. Raised just to defeat Voldemort.”
“Sure. Of course you can.” Potter says flatly.
“My father raised me to blindly follow the Dark Lord. Hell, I was just raised to follow. Follow my father, follow my family’s traditions and expectations. But, do you know what I’m doing now, Potter? I am being my own person, trying at least.” Draco stood there watching Harry who had sat up once Draco started talking. “You can too. No matter what you’re problem with it all was, you have the opportunity to change now.”
Harry chuckled and said, “I never imagined you’d give me a pep talk. Don’t you like it when I’m miserable? Isn’t it part of your life force or something.” Harry was grinning and while Draco tried to hold a scowl, a small smile broke over his face.
“No, actually. Why would I want my life dependent upon the likes of you?”
“You’re a git, Malfoy. Thanks.”
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