Warning, this chapter is cringy. It has a really awkwardly-written breakdown, and I hope you can get through it lmaO

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I wake up. This time I'm not screaming, crying, or even sweating a little. That was a good dream. That's when the war ended. That's when everything turned out okay. My mother was always right.

Harry Potter. The saviour. Only 17 and he changed the world! He saved everybody from death and destruction. Everybody loves him. I wonder how that feels?

Me? I'm hated. I've been hated since day one here at this school. For obvious reasons. But I wonder what it would be like in his shoes? I wouldn't hate it. I wouldn't enjoy it, but I wouldn't despise it either.

It would be amazing to be loved by somebody other than your mother.

It would be amazing if people heard the name 'Draco Malfoy' And though 'Hero! Good! Amazing!' Rather than 'Villain! Deatheater! Evil!'

I chose this life though. I could've killed myself, or even let myself get killed. But no. I didn't want to die at the time. I could've run away the very second I was told I was to be a deatheater. But Voldemort and his crew of bastards would've come after me and tortured me.

The moment Voldemort learned that my mother was my weakness changed everything. That was when I really had no choice. I couldn't let my mother die. No matter what. She was the only light in my miserable life.

I continued thinking about this as I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I didn't feel like taking a shower, so I just got rid of any odour with a quick spell.

My hair's a mess. I stopped taking care of it last year. I just brush it and let it be.

Conveniently, we didn't have any classes today, due to the weekend. So I decided to take a quick walk along the lake.

I strolled through the castle until I made it to the doors to outside. There ware no students in the halls, or by the door, or anywhere in the castle, really. It's was quite early in the morning, so everyone was either still asleep or still in bed.

Before I could walk out the door, I heard footsteps walking in my direction. They didn't sound like very strict steps, like heels, so they weren't the headmasters' footsteps. They weren't very heavy, either. So they weren't any professor. I learned to tell the difference between student and teacher by their footfalls back in 6th year. I had to do a lot of sneaking around.

It was a student. I quickly slid out the door the quietest I could. I walked away from the castle, trying to clear my head from all the negative thoughts. I could still hear the footsteps behind me. Please stop following me. Please stop following me. Please stop following me. I repeated the same phrase over and over in my head until I finally turned around.

"Hey! Would you stop fucking following-" I looked at who it was, "me," I finished my sentence. I opened my mouth again to say something, but nothing came out.

I'm sure you can guess who it is. Harry Potter. Again.

"Where are you going, Malfoy?" The raven-haired boy asked. I just stared at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "Mal-,"

"None of your business Potter! Why can't you leave me alone?" Exasperated, I snapped at him and continued walking towards the lake.

I could still hear him behind me. I sighed in extreme annoyance. "Listen, Potter. This isn't 6th or 7th year. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill anyone. I'm not going to sneak to the lake to talk to my special mermaid friends to plan on how to kill McGonagall. I'm not 'evil' anymore. Just leave. Me. Alone." I turned back around to stare at him. He just stared back with his mouth wide open.

"I-"

"Save it."

I yet again continued towards the lake. Almost there, almost there, almost there, almo- FUCK he's still behind me.

"Malfoy!"

I started running.

"Malfoy what the- hey stop!"

I took off. I ran as fast as I could, trying to get away from him. It was almost like he was chasing me with a kitchen knife ready to just stab me in the back.

I was very quickly out of breath, considering I was basically immobile for a few months. So, he quickly caught up to me and grabbed my arm. I tried, like really tried to get my wrist out of his stupid big hands, but the bastard was too strong.

"Malfoy!"

I snapped my head around. I'm beyond pissed-off now. "What the fuck do you want Potter? Why the hell are you chasing me around outside like I'm some kind of dog that ran off? Why can't you just take some of the many hints I gave you and kindly fuck. Off!" I yelled rather loudly. Which I hadn't done in a while. Wow, aren't I glad that I've just been blowing up on innocent people lately? I'm going backwards. Why can't people just stay away from me?

He just stared at me. His eyes were wide. He looked genuinely surprised. This time I didn't walk away.

I just stared at his stupid perfect face as he figured out what to say.

Yeah. Perfect. I've thought he was attractive for years. I never denied the thought. Because it's true, isn't it?

He's beautiful. All the girls are all over him all the time. They all want him. When he broke up with the she-weasel about a month before we came back to the school. It was all over the news. Reading the newspaper is really the only thing I did that summer. At least I could keep up with what was going on so I wasn't surprised going into the world again.

"I just- Malfoy... we need to talk about what happened that night," he said calmly. "We can't just leave that alone. Yeah, you're a prat. A privileged-ass prat. But that doesn't matter when it comes to letting people die. Yeah, I'd gladly kill Voldemort a second time. But you? You're just an asshole student. You didn't kill anyone, and I guess it's sorta an apology for what happened those years ago in the bathroom-"

"SHUT UP! Sweet Salazar do you ever stop talking? Stop being so heroic for once! Do you want me to thank you? Is that what it will take for you to leave me alone?" I'm yelling again. "Thank you! Thank you for all your heroic acts! Oh, mighty Harry Potter! Let me get on my knees and beg for forgiveness!" All of a sudden I drop to my knees. He's surprised. Very surprised. I'm going off though. I couldn't stop.

"Thank you, oh mighty chosen one! For saving me from jumping off the building I wanted to jump off of! Thank you so much for that! Oh, Potter, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you in the past! I'm so sorry! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank-"

"MALFOY! What the hell? Stop!"

By now I have my hands held together in mock-prayer. I continued repeating those words. Thank you! Thank you!

My voice began to crack. Harry fell to his knees also, grabbed my wrists, and pulled my hands apart.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I didn't mean it. The last thing I wanted to do was thank him. I wanted him to get away from me. He shouldn't have ever followed me out here. I just wanted to be alone.

Tears fell down my face as I finally stopped repeating it. My hands were shaking as Harry was holding my wrists.

"Why can't you just leave me alone, Potter? I just want to be alone. I told you to leave me. You shouldn't see me so... disheveled. It's wrong," I croaked out.

"Malfoy what do you not understand from what I've told you? I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm willing to put our past behind me if you are. I'm forgiving. I'm not going to let you kill yourself out of spite, or hate. I would never do that. I just wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt," he said softly.

I was glaring at the ground. The tears needed to stop.

"I can't."

"What?"

"I can't put everything behind me. You can't either."

"Why?"

"It's been so long. Everyone hates me, Potter. Don't wanna ruin your reputation do you?" I sneered. I finally looked him in eyes, glaring. He looked sad, sort of.

"Okay. Fine. We don't have to be friends, but can you at least tell me what happened that night?" He asked, genuinely. He stared at me. Waiting for an answer.

"Not today. Not right now. Maybe not ever. I just need everything to be back to normal. Can you start hating me again? Possibly? Probably not. Alright."

"Malfoy.."

"No! Don't! Shut up!" I pulled my right hand out of his grasp. And put my hand over his mouth to stop him from saying another word.

"Just stop talking to me, alright? I won't do anything like that again if don't talk to me unless I, personally want to talk, deal?"

He looked sceptical. I took my hand off his mouth.

"Deal."

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hhhh I'm not really proud of this. Whatever.