I Do What I Want (Drarry)

Say What??

Authors Notes: I just wanted to point out that this story will not be like most. There really is no POV. The story will be told in all POV and that includes side characters as well. I am not explaining that very well but you will understand once you read this chapter. :)

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      "Potter?" The voice sounded concerned now. And familiar? He shook his head to gain some clarity. He looked to the side to see... "Malfoy?" He asked with clear surprise on his face. Sure enough Malfoy was standing in front of him with not an ounce of his usual contempt on his face. No aura of superiority. No sneer on his face. No anger. No disgust. Actually, emotions he never thought were possible for a Malfoy to possess were on his face. Worry. Concern. Fear. And a touch of timid? Is this really Malfoy?

      Draco gave a small nod. "I... I came to talk to you... may I sit?" Draco asked fighting back the nerves and the urge to run. He studied Potter carefully. Something was wrong with him. He seemed broken. This was not the face of his rival. This was not the face of someone so strong. This was not the face of the savior of their world. This was the face he quite recognized as his own. His own brokenness that he sees in the mirror everyday was on Potter's face. He didn't like it one bit. Potter shouldn't be broken. Potter gave so much in the war, he should be able to enjoy his life.

      The polite way he asked sent confusion across Harry's face. Malfoy could be polite? The shock over that sent his head nodding in approval against his will. Malfoy sat down next to him. Harry observed him closely. He did not look so good. His skin seemed shallow. Like he hadn't had proper food or sleep in quite some time. Longer than the couple days since the battle. By the looks of it, it would appear to be months. Bags underneath his eyes. Lines of worry etched on his face. He didn't like it. This was not how his rival should look. Malfoy was supposed to be strong and defiant. Not... broken. Malfoy looked as broken as Harry felt. A sliver of companionship flared inside him. Maybe Harry had found someone who understood what it meant to be broken.

      "I owe you an apology." Draco said gripping his robes in his hands rather tightly. Harry's eyebrow rose. An apology? From Malfoy? Certainly, a Malfoy would never apologize. That would mean taking credit for wrong doing. He didn't know much about Malfoy but he knew enough that 'Malfoys can do no wrong'. He wondered if it was a spell, or a potion. Confunded maybe? Amusement flickered briefly in Malfoy's eyes.

      "No Potter it is not a spell." He said with a slight chuckle. Harry was confused. Had he spoken out loud? Draco saw the confusion and gave a small smile. Which confused Harry even more. Malfoy could smile? Surely only a sneer had ever been on his face. He wracked his brain trying to come up with one instance where he saw Malfoy smile... nope. Nothing. "No, you did not speak out loud. I could see it on your face. I have always been able to tell what you are thinking." Draco explained as if it was no big thing.

      This confused Harry even further. Not even Ron or Hermione could tell what he was thinking most of the time. But Malfoy knew? That was just odd. But then not really. There were many times during their verbal matches that he knew what Malfoy was thinking. He could see it on his face. Ignoring his statement. "Why are you sorry?" He asked genuinely curious.

      Surprise was on Malfoy's face. "Are you serious?" Malfoy asked. Harry nodded slowly wondering what was going on. Malfoy sighed deeply. "I am sorry for the way I have treated you Potter." Harry's eyes widened. Say what?? "All these years of the insults and the attacks and the hate. I am sorry for it all." Malfoy said quietly not looking at him. Harry felt truly gobsmacked. Now he was wondering if he himself had been confunded. Malfoy was apologizing? Malfoy? What?