Draco took his wand and poked it in Harry's back,"Hey, Scarhead, are you thinking about your_dog?" Draco knew, after Sirius' death, that the man had been an animagus and had visited Harry many times in that form.
Harry turned and glared at the Slytherin with all the malice he could muster. ("I will NOT cry infront of him, I won't give him that satisfaction").But even as this thought processed he had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. The dull ache within his chest throbbed with pain at the carelessness that Draco spoke about Sirius's death.
Harry was truly suffering for his loss, mentally and physically. Where Draco maintained a pale beauty that enchanted many girls (And even boys) Harry was nothing but a pasty pale colour with faint blue lines under his eyes from sleepless nights spent releasing silent tears. He couldn't bring himself to eat out of both guilt and grief andfrightenly this didn't bother him at all. He would question himself as to why HE got to eat when others like Remus and Sirius did not.But right now his problem was the consisting taunts from Draco Malfoy,he wouldn't be able to keep up a brave face much longer with Malfoy slowly picking away at his mental wall brick by brick. For now however,he will give all that he had.
"Depends, how are you coping not kissing daddy's arse now that he's, you know, away from home?"
Draco gritted his teeth. He may act like a daddy's boy, but his father was a scum bucket in his book. Lucius gave Malfoy's a bad name. The Slytherin smirked back,"Just fine, Potter, knowing that he 'disposed' of your Godfather.The blonde boy's smirk became a sneer, and he could see Harry's rage buildling but luckily Professor Snape, chose that moment to call on Harry," Ah, yes, Mr.Potter would you kindly tell us what is the difference between a unicorn's horn and a bicorn's horn?"Harry's head whipped round, his glare still intact, to face the potions master. If there was someone he hated more than Malfoy it was Snape.
" No but I'm sure your going to enlighten the class and humiliate me so that you can go back to your lonely little dungeon and feel that you ARE doing something worth doing rather than facing the harsh reality that is life."
The class fell into a heavy silence, Draco gawping at Harry in shock (and awe) for such a smart assed reply. Even Snape was stunned into a shocked silence at such disrespect.
("Fudge, Malfoy, why'd you wind me up.") Harry kept his cool, glaring exterior but inside he was beginning to panic at his comment's consequences.
Snape had recovered and returned the glare full force before adding silkily, "50 points from Gryffindor and Detention, Potter, in here thursday after dinner." He then turned back to the class.
"Well? What are you gawking at? Get back to work!" he barked and at this a flurry of motion went threw the class as everyone hurridly returned to their work.Harry sat in both a feeling of anger and depression, hating life more than he had before class. He turned his currently dark green eyes to Malfoy who was still staring at him in surprise. All his emotions whirlwinded together and with a slight sneer he said the first thing that sprung to his mind with heart renching venom, whether it was intended for Malfoy...or himself
"I loathe you"
Draco gasped in shock at the hate that colored the boy's soft voice. The Slytherin knew that Potter didn't like him, but loathe? He had just been trying to 'push his buttons' after all. Draco had done it several times before and never recieved something as harsh, and heart wrenching as those three words.
As the blonde boy was about to whisper back Professor Snape cleared his throat loudly, and Harry and Draco both scrambled back to their work. The Slytherin's mind whirled in thought about the boy infront of him.When a soft bell chimed the students hurriedly threw their books in their cauldrons, grabbed their bags and rushed for the door.
Draco was about to sneer something to Harry, when he noticed tears in the Gryffindor's eyes. He felt something wrench in his chest, and walked quickly after the boy. He followed Harry until the Gryffindor stopped and slipped into a dark corridor. Rounding the corner Draco frowned to see Potter slide to the ground, face buried in hands, weeping.
The blonde wizard walked over to Harry and gently set his books, down," Pot---Harry...I ..." When those emerald eyes looked up at him with tears still in them Draco had a change of heart," I'm so sorry, I .. I didn't mean to upset you." Due to his complete breakdown it took Harry a few seconds to comprohend what the aristocratical blonde had said but when it sunk in he couldn't help but stare at into Draco's silver eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks and his breathing hitching with every chest heaving sob.("His eyes are so sincere") Harrys thoughts were in turmiol, both at his comsuming grief and at Draco's new found sincerity. He even began to feel bad about his earlier comment that he threw at the elven like beauty.
"Its...its..not your..." But he couldn't complete the sentence and fought, but failed, against another torrent of tears and placing his face back into his hands as a last ditch effort at hiding himself, he began to release a current of silent tears and wept with body racking sobs.
He could hear Draco trying to console him with a "No I shouldn't have said those things, I thought you could handle it!" And when he felt a consoling hand slip onto his shoulders, he was hit with a memory of Sirius doing a similar thing and so did the thing he wanted to do back then.... He clung to Draco and wouldn't release him, pressing him so tight to his body that every curve mingled with his own, and refused to let him go in case he too was ripped from his life, all rivallery momentarily forgotten.