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You Don’t See Me
By: KaKaVegeGurl
Alright, it’s out like I promised, a lot later then I’d hoped, but it’s out none the less.
I hope that all of you will fergive me fer the long wait, but Chapter 5 is here now! So everyone strap yer seatbelts in! I will try my hardest to make this Chapter reasonably long.
KaKaVegeGurl
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Chapter 6 - What The Weasel Did
The blond shifted nervously in front of Harry, unsure of whether the glare was directed to him or not, “I’m not lying, I pro-”
“I believe you,” Harry interrupted; his voice was unsteady and dark, “I just don’t believe him. The nerve of him... Out of all the people, I would’ve thought he’d’ve left you alone after I got onto him last time.”
Draco looked down to Harry’s hands, “I-It’s really nothing, Harry. After everything I’ve done to him and you, and Granger. This was the least of what I expected.”
“It’s not nothing. Draco,” Harry breathed through his nose hard and looked off to the portrait hole, “It’s about him taking advantage of your disposition-”
“Wasn’t I doing the same thing?” Draco interrupted him, smiling sadly while he thought over the past years of his reign over Ron’s emotions, “Harry, I’ve been rude to you all countless times. He has every right to do what he’s doing to me, I’ve asked for it.”
“No you haven’t!” Harry shouted looking up into Draco’s eyes finally, “He has no right, he’s stooping to the level you had yourself at before. He’s not acting like a Gryffindor. He’s acting like a chump, a Slytherin.”
Draco’s eyes widened as Harry hit the wall with his fist and stormed over to the only couch by the fire, where he sat, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“Harry,” The blond breathed out in shock, his eyes held a form of unshed tears in them as he stood and thought, he thought over everything that’d happened to him in the past month, and everything he’d done in his past, but he couldn’t come up with any reason in his mind why Harry would stand up for him. How could he? Draco had been so nasty to him, gotten him in trouble, and he honestly didn’t see it, why was Harry being so nice to him? Was this truly what a Gryffindor was like at heart?
“Don’t blame yourself for the reason Ron’s doing these things to you, because it’s not right.”
Draco nodded silently and walked over to where Harry sat, taking a seat in the small armchair beside the couch, “Harry, I don’t understand why you’re taking things this way, I-”
“Answer me honestly,” Harry said, turning to look Draco in the eyes, “If you were in Ron’s place, and Ron had done everything you’ve done to him to you... And to your friends, and he had gone through everything you had, being picked on by his house and having to change houses into a house that already disliked him and no one talked to him... What would you do to him?”
“I-” Draco stopped, looking down into his hands and honestly thought for a moment, “I think... I think I’d be a bit bitter towards him. But I don’t think I’d’ve pushed him down and rubbed it into his face.”
Harry smiled slightly and turned his body towards Draco, “You see? You were sorted into this house for a reason. That is a Gryffindor’s thoughts.” He paused for a moment and continued on, “Ron shouldn’t be treating you the was he is, he’s being unfair.”
The blond still didn’t understand fully but he nodded anyways, “I suppose I see where your coming from-”
“How long has he been bullying you? And to what extent?”
Draco froze, regretting he’d ever put himself into this conversation almost immediately, how was it that Ron bullying him kept being brought up?
“Since the beginning...”
Harry nodded slowly and waited for Draco to continue on, when he didn’t, the raven haired boy decided to speak up once again, “Well, what all has he done to you?”
“Uh-h,” Draco looked down nervously, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment, did he haveto tell Harry what Ron had done to him?
If he had been looking at Harry directly Draco’d’ve seen Harry’s face first tint several levels before shading down to a threatening red. The raven haired boy had finally had enough of Ron’s childish acts towards Draco. This wasn’t right.
Just as Harry turned to leave the portrait hole to go out and find Ron, Draco reached up and grabbed Harry’s hand, “Potter stop.”
The raven haired teen turned back quickly to look at Draco, his green eyes reflecting the hate swelling in his throat.
“Harry, he’s your friend, and he’s been your friend since you first came to Hogwarts. I don’t want to be the reason you two aren’t mates anymore.” Draco stood up and stared into Harry’s eyes, “You don’t understand what it’ll do to me inside if I break you two up.”
Harry frowned and looked down, Draco could tell he was thinking hard on something. Finally he spoke: “I’m sorry Draco. But maybe me and Ron have been friends for too long.”
A stinging hurt erupted into Draco’s chest at Harry’s words. It felt as though a bullet had just pierced into his skin and ripped through his muscles. He felt already as though he had killed them both with his own bare hands and was painting with the blood.
He couldn’t believe it; why did he always have to ruin things for other people? Even now, being in Gryffindor, trying to be himself, he ended up ruining the only form of companionship between Harry and Ron. How could he possibly fix this? What could he do?
As Harry made his way towards the portrait hole, someone just happened to step in. And the ex-Slytherin felt a sickening blow as ginger hair and freckles came into view. This... This most certainly was NOT good.
“Heya mate.” Ron said almost cheerfully as the portrait swung closed behind him.
Draco knew what was coming next and he almost didn’t want to be around to see it. He resorted to staring down at his shoes, still listening.
“Mate?” The Slytherin heard Harry growl out between clenched teeth, he could almost imagine the look on Harry’s face, a look of utmost anger and betrayal, and it drastically displeased him with his work.
“How can you even call me that after what you’ve done, Ron? You didn’t think that I would find out, did you?”
The blond suddenly felt eyes on him, and Draco knew they weren’t happy eyes. Gosh, he wanted to just crawl in a hole and disappear.
“Harry I,” Ron stopped talking and for a moment Draco wasn’t sure what was going to happen, he thought for sure Ron would storm off into the boy’s dormitories or launch himself at Draco and start hitting him, he was partly right.
He heard a rush of footsteps, he knew it was Ron and looked up just in time to see Harry move in front of him only fast enough to take the blow himself.
There was nothing but silence, Ron’s face was red with anger and embarrassment, his ears the color of ripe tomatoes and his arm outstretched with a balled fist at the end. Harry fell back into Draco as his glasses hit the ground, broken.
“Ron!”
Draco reached out his arms to stop Harry from falling off of him as they both hit the ground hard, he felt a sharp painful sting as his waist hit first on the common room floor.
The portrait swung closed again and Ron was nowhere in sight, Draco could only guess he’d left that way, he shifted up to look down at Harry, it appeared as though the glass from his glasses had shattered partially against the raven-haired boy’s cheek, and bruising was already starting up where Ron’s fist had met his face.
“Oh merlin, Harry, I-” Draco stopped himself from saying anymore as Harry pushed up off of him and moved sideways to grab at his glasses, he whipped out his wand.
Draco stood up, and he couldn’t help feeling like he’d done something bad.
Harry repaired his glasses and finally turned to look back at Draco, “I’m sorry but this is the way things have to be.” Blood dripped down his cheek from the cuts just below his left eye.
“No,” Draco shook his head in annoyance, his fists tightened at what he was about to say, he couldn’t stand this; why did nothing ever work out the way he wanted them to? Why couldn’t Ron at least stand him? Why couldn’t Harry and Ron still be friends and Draco could still talk to Harry? Why did Harry have to insist on him telling Harry about who was bullying him? As a true Gryffindor, there were only two things he could do in this position. And it was easy to choose which one he had to do, because he wasn’t going back to Slytherin.
“I’m sorry Harry,” Draco pushed back the pain stinging in his eyes and turned to pick up his bag, “But I just... I can’t talk with you... Not after what I’ve done.”
“Draco,” Harry reached out to stop him, “You didn’t do anything. What are you talking about?”
The ex-Slytherin turned to him sadly, “I sorry, I just can’t.”
Draco made his way past Harry and up to the Boy’s Dorms, his bag weighing heavy on his shoulder, his hair falling down around his face, he felt horrible.
But this was the way it had to be. This is what he had to do.
He sighed and put his wand back in his pocket, just as he made to sit down to do his work, there was one thing that felt like it should’ve been said. That Draco should’ve heard.
Yet another cliffy, damn I’m evil.
So what happens now? Draco can’t stand to talk to Harry because of the damage he feels he’s done.
How will the fic continue? Will Harry talk to him first? Will Hermione intervene? Will a TEACHER come in to save the day? Dumbledore? Who knows, not even me.
Wait fer it, and you’ll find out!
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