I – One Kind Word…
A/N: Hello people. This short vignette is actually just an experiment; for the first time in my life I tried my first draft with just conversation and chat-like actions. Of course, I fleshed out my story, and I hope you all like it. It starts out kind of abrupt, though, oh and I'm trying to do away with my long, stringy sentences.
This is dedicated to Tangledhair, who has been my great inspiration. She's done a great work, A Boy, Lost. If you haven't read it yet, you're wasting your lives. Tangledhair, awesome job!
Well, this is also for everyone; Merry Christmas. I hope you enjoy. I love cheesecake. Though it's not really part of the story. Heh.
Oh and by the way, disclaimers arrive here- :disclaim:
"One kind word can warm three winter months."
"What is your problem?" Malfoy snapped, rearing behind him to glare at Harry, who stood rooted to the spot. "Do I have a tail hanging out of my arse? What's so funny?"
"It's a sin to smile now, is it?"
"You've been doing it all week!" Replied Malfoy, seething. "You've been gloating around with your smirk and breathing down my neck at the same time. I mean— how is it even possible?"
"Is it the fact that I had teeth that scared you, or that I breathe?"
"It's the fact that you're not supposed to smirk or follow me, for Merlin's sake!" Malfoy spat back.
Malfoy looked incredulous as he gaped at Harry's confident grin. His nerdy friends were absent from his side once again, Malfoy noted, and yet the Gryffindor looked so self-assured and brave. Malfoy shook his blonde head, utterly perplexed.
What has gotten into Pothead?
Harry thought for a moment. "Hmm… Yes, well… Where in hell's name didyou get that expression, Draco? 'For Merlin's sake'? It's got everyone sounding like a grandmother. "
"—I— I don't— stop making side comments! And stop stalking me around as well, you loon!"
Harry pointed beyond Malfoy, to the massive doors a few feet away from them. "Hey, sorry to disappoint you, but this is the only way I can get to the great hall."
"Liar!" Growled Malfoy, suddenly drawing forth and jabbing a finger at Harry's chest. "You've been following me around all month like I'm some slab of juicy meat ready to roast."
Malfoy's grey eyes shown with malicious anger once again, his face pale and rigid, white teeth like fangs bared out in warning. Harry dropped his gaze, and similarly dropped his attitude; his squared shoulders sagged and his confident grin vanished. He then did something Malfoy was more accustomed to see; he sighed.
Malfoy smirked as he saw he was regaining the upper hand.
"Alright, Draco, I'm sorry." Said Harry, moving his hand to hold Malfoy's, but as he did, the Slytherin simultaneously drew back. Harry stared, his profound green eyes less secure than a while back, and took a deep breath.
"I just tried to get you off guard."
"What do you want, Potter?"
Harry's eyes flickered for a moment; they seemed once again grave and resolute.
"Why are you still acting like a snot, Draco? You're still insulting me and my friends. You're still playing awful pranks with the younger years. You're still scribbling 'Harry Potter shagged the Dark Lord' around the school. You hit Hermione for blocking your way."
Malfoy rolled his eyes, but Harry began walking towards him. The blonde began stepping back.
"But then you also defected from your father," continued Harry, "and pledged alliance to Dumbledore. You signed into The Order, and you gave out information of Voldemort's uncaptured Death Eaters willingly. Your not a Malfoy anymore, Draco; they've disowned you, you've disowned them— they dropped your last name, so you should drop your attitude too… I believe you are something more than a Malfoy."
A few drops of silence trickled, both eyes challenging each other to a battle of wills.
"Well, it's a pity, Potter," replied Malfoy softly, even silkily, "that when your parents died, you couldn't drop their last name, because if you did, no one would have to smell that repulsive stench of your mother's mudblood bile on you."
The sudden look of hurt was evident in Harry's face, and Malfoy smirked smugly at him before pushing against lithe shoulders and regally stalking to the Great Hall. His lone footsteps echoed loudly against the marble.
This time, he noticed, Harry wasn't following.