Chapter 8
Draco would visit Haz every week and more often than not multiple times a week. They quickly became close friends, with them being each other's only friends. They were mischievous children, incredibly clever, practically inseparable. For three years they would be each other's biggest source of support, through thick and thin. If ever they fought they would make up with each other in a few hours at most.
They learned much about themselves. Draco found he loved to sketch the things he found beautiful. Capturing their beauty forever on a page he could hang in his room above his desk and admire when his father was being particularly rough on him that day. To remind himself that beauty does exist in the world, even if it didn’t in that exact moment. He need only look for it. He also found he was a huge fan of romance and high fantasy novels. Though only Harry was aware of this.
Harry on the other hand was a fan of dark fantasy and mystery novels. He was a huge fan of the unexplainable and unknown. The eerie and unsettling, the horrors of mankind and what their cruel minds can come up with. He spent much of his time reading on stuff he found intriguing or stuff he couldn’t understand. It was a good habit to develop for school, to study a subject until you are certain you know everything you can about it.
He also found he enjoyed dancing and listening to music. He would often force Draco to join him in a quick paced waltz. Draco was taller, though only by two inches, getting a growth spurt before Harry much to his dismay. This meant Draco often took the lead.
Before they knew it Harrys eleven birthday was upon them.