Frenemies? Or is Harry just weird?
In the Great Hall, Draco was doodling in Lukas' sketchpad as the owner was too busy helping Blaise, Spoons & Alex with potions since Jack had a study session with a few 4th years (who were his brother & his friends). They didn't question where Pansy was nor did they bother looking for her since she showed up only when she wanted to.
"Did you write you your disowned aunt?" Lukas asked, not looking up from the notes he was taking to help Alex memorize.
The blond hummed, "Yeah. She didn't reply though. Her daughter did. She found out that, it was us feeding information & asked to meet me in Hogsmeade."
"When?"
"I met her yesterday after dark."
"How'd it go?" Spoons asked, looking up with a frown.
"She... Didn't trust me at first until she gave me serum & I spewed out everything."
"A little inhuman, no?"
"I don't blame her... I am not exactly the best person to trust."
"Dray..."
"I know what you're gonna say. But, now she trusts me. & my aunt wants to meet me soon too. She said that things at home get bad-"
"-You mean worse..."
The blond sighed, "Fine. Worse. I can come live with her. My cousin was pretty chill with me afterwards. We bonded quite a lot. She also showed me a bit about her abilities & as it turns out I can kinda do a bit of the ability myself."
They all turned to him.
"How exactly?" Alex asked.
He smirked & the tips of his blond hair changed to purple to match hers.
"Holy shit!"
"Just the tip?" Lukas asked.
Blaise grinned making him wack him.
"Yeah... & Sometimes my eyes. However, Dora hasn't heard of this being a thing before."
"Another highlight of being you, Dray," Alex teased.
"Fuck off!"
She cackled & he returned to his drawing.
"We meeting tonight?" Spoon asked, quietly.
"Yeah. Give us a bit of freedom with the way things are going with pink toad."
"Pans & I might join you this time," Blaise said.
"Alright. But, for the love of Merlin don't pee in Crabb's bed this time. I swear he wouldn't leave me alone for a week thinking I could take away the nightmares," Draco said, frowning.
"No promises."
"Hey, mind do me a favor?" Alex asked, looking through a few papers.
"Who?"
"Anyone."
"Sure, what's up?" Draco said, looking at her.
"My you-know-what's are gonna be delivered at the owlery because you know what these idiots are like when I open up a muggle package. Could you go get it for me? I gotta be early for Charms because I'm behind."
"Yeah sure. I'll go right now. Shall I give you them after class?"
"Yeah, that would be great."
He handed Lukas his pad back & stood up. He ruffled his hair on the way past making him squawk (& him laugh) before making his way to the Owlery.
Once he arrived, he looked for her owl & spotted it in it's little den. He greeted it & lifted the package off of it's talons & then stuffed it into his bag. He turned to leave but was met with an owl (who he didn't know) landing on his arm. He blinked & looked around confused. He spotted a letter attached to it's leg & he moved it so he could see the name. He frowned when it was addressed to him with unfamiliar writing.
He freed the owl's leg from the letter who quickly took off before a second thought so he was left with the odd letter.
He didn't have a chance to open it before Potter stepped in. He looked at him with those piercing green eyes & offered him a smile.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"How's your hand?"
"Sore... You?"
"Same."
The blond awkwardly smiled just as Potter's owl gave him a letter & took off just as soon as she came. After watching his owl leave, his eyes seemed to be stuff on what was outside the window making him look out too. The blond smiled at the thestrals flying over the forest (probably finding somewhere to land).
"Can..."
Draco turned to him bemused.
"Can you see them too?" He asked, the blond.
"Yeah. I can."
"So, I'm not mad?"
"Nope. Or maybe we both are."
Potter snorted.
"Thesthrals. The most polite creatures you'll ever meet. Not to be fooled by their meaty diet & their dark appearance. Can only be seen by people who have seen death."
"You've seen death?"
"I'm son of a deatheater, remember? I've seen some shit."
Potter frowned, "How recently?"
"Since I was 6. My mother almost had my father's head when she found out I could see them."
"What happened?"
The blond sighed, "My father had killed a house elf because she had accidently dropped a knife on me when she was cooking. It wasn't her fault though. He had startled her. At the time, I hated my father then of course he corrupted me then I blamed her... I regret it. She was the one, besides Dobby & my mother, to show me love... She would of made a great mother."
A hand clasped his making him look away from the window (& tore his eyes from the creatures) to see Potter look at him with a strange expression. They locked eyes before silver one's eyed up their hands.
"Do you hate him for it?"
"Yes... I guess I could lie & say he did that because he was protective of me but... He was hosting a party & that probably would of got him a lot of shit if he had just let it happen with everyone watching. Pansy & Blaise saw it too..."
He felt the hand wrapped around his tighten.
He looked up at his face through his eyelashes, "Potter... Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure?"
"Will you ask-"
The door to the owlery creaked open causing the Gryffindor to quickly release his hands & they turned to see Cho Chang walk in. She blinked when she noticed them.
"Hi."
"Oh... Hi. I didn't think anyone else was up here."
She moved past them to get to an owl & the blond found himself in an awkward silence.
"Did you find a new keeper for quidditch, Harry?" Cho asked.
"Yeah. My best friend, Ron."
Draco hummed, "I guess it runs in the family then. Anyways, I'll leave you two. Ciao."
He quickly marched out of the owlery mentally cursing himself for what he was about to ask.
'Ask Sirius how he got out'.
Dora had told him about Sirius & he wanted to know him. He wanted to ask the man how he managed being his family for so many years because he knew his aunt would never answer. He needed someone to understand... However, asking Potter to ask him?
Probably a bad move.
He pocketed the letter & quickly headed to Charms where he handed Alex the package. He ended up forgetting about the letter for a while too focused on the gossip Lukas was feeding him.
"Can you please control your goons?!"
Draco looked surprised when Potter had found him in the library. He was so confused on how he knew where he was.
"Pardon?"
"Crabb & Goyle! They really are destroying Ron's confidence!"
"What?"
"At quidditch practice! They practically-"
"I don't control them."
"Well, you should! I thought we were civil with one another!"
"Potter, for the love of Merlin... I am in no control of them. They are not MY goons. They are not even my friends! Nott controls them, go talk to him!"
"You talk to him!"
"I am not civil with him either, Potter. Honestly..."
He was met with Harry's expression who looked ready for taking out his eyes from his sockets or worse. Draco frowned & snapped his book shut.
"If you excuse me, I am leaving," He said, packing his things away & quickly making an exited.
However, Potter followed him.
"What happened to everything you said, huh? Was everything a lie?! Are you just messing with me?!"
"I am not messing with you! I just am not getting involved with those pricks!"
"I don't believe you!"
"Woopty fucking do! I don't care what you believe!"
"Oi! Don't walk away from me!"
"Or what?! What will you do, huh?! Hex me, go ahead I dare you! But, don't ask me to help your arm again!"
"Got 'Mione for that so it's no danger!"
"Good for you!"
They made it into an empty corridor & the blond found himself speeding up his march hoping Potter would leave it at that. Then, he would be free from his bad mood but it just so happened that luck was not on his side. The Gryffindor grabbed his bad arm to make him stop causing him to hiss in pain & whipped around ready to snatch it back.
"Fuck off! & leave me alone!"
"Not until you-"
"Literally, what can I do?! Huh?! Do you want me to force them to like you?! Force their lips shut & torture them until you're happy?! I. Am. In. No. Control. Of. Them! Got it?! Does your thick head not work?! Is your brain empty as always?!"
Potter looked at him practically vibrating in rage (not the blond's fault he has a short fuse).
"Release me. Now."
The grip didn't loosen as the other stared him down.
"Wow, trying to intimidate me? That's cute. Now, let go-"
He managed to rip his hand out, however, at the force he used caused the cut to re open. He dropped his things in response to grab at his arm in pain but found that mid snatch for his hand back, that he was really unbalanced. He fell backwards & felt as if time slowed.
Potter's expression changed into concern then horror before he leapt after him but tripped over his dropped bag & fell with him.
The blond slammed on to the ground on his back, winding him as well as bumping his head, & Potter fell on top of him. He scrunched his eyes up in pain at both his head & back, then looked up through blurry vision. He blinked it away & was met with Potter's very close face.
His arms were bracketing the blond's head as he was between his raised up legs. Draco felt the Gryffindor's knees under the thighs.
"Are you okay?" Potter asked, concerned.
Too sore to move, he didn't he attempt to push the other off of him & instead he just looked at him with a frown.
He went through the argument in his head & realized something. No matter how much he & other's changed themselves (& outcasted themselves from the deatheater Slytherins) everyone still saw them as cold hearted purebloods. Still held them to their stereotypes. Still hated them. There was no winning.
Everyone will always see them as evil.
"If I intimidate them enough to make them stop annoying Weasley will you leave me alone?" he finally asked, with no anger in his tone but just hurt, "I'll stop assisting you too. I'll stop trying... Just, please leave me alone."
"Malfoy-"
"Get off of me."
Potter didn't move & instead reached out to touch the side of his head, "You're bleeding."
"It's my arm. Just leave-"
"No. Your head. It's bleeding."
He scrunched his head up in pain when he felt him touch it & tried to wiggle his way out from under the Gryffindor. Potter sat back on his knees then crawled to his right side & then put a hand under the small of his back before the blond could move. He then helped him sit up & shoved another hand under his knees the somehow lifted him. Draco yelped & quickly wrapped his arms around his neck in surprise.
"You're light."
"Potter, put me down. Now."
"Nope. Wingardium leviosa."
Draco's bag began to float up & was forcefully lifted away with his bag closely following behind.
He hated Potter for that.