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The Road to Love Chapter Three

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For an hour I sit there looking at him. I don't think about anything, I don't talk to anyone. I just sit there and look at him. But once I realize an hour has passed I look around to see if Granger and Weasley are here. "Where the hell are they? I figured that they would be here sitting by his side waiting for him to wake up." I sigh and look back at Harry. "And they called you the chosen one? The chosen one isn't supposed to be in a coma. How the hell are you supposed to help anyone like this?" I sigh and go back to my reminiscing.

The third time we met was different than the other times.


I'm tired of him walking in on me, this time I plan on going down to the lake and just relaxing for a little while. My father had sent me a letter this morning, not because he wanted to send me something, but because my mom wanted him to. But after he was done explaining to me what was happening he made it very clear that he almost wanted nothing to do with me. And he made it very clear that he thinks that I'm a complete failure.

As I turn the corner to walk down the lake shore I see that Potter is sitting on one of the boulders just staring out at the water. I debate about turning around and going back or staying and just ignore him. For some reason I choose to stay and just ignore him. I quietly try to walk past him and continue with my walk. "For once it's you who interrupts me, Malfoy." He sounds like he's lost in thought.

"I wasn't trying to. You do know it's after hour's right?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He turns around and looks at me. I don't know what he wants me to say. So I just say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"If you don't say anything I won't either." He nods in agreement.

"I bet you enjoyed watching me almost get killed." Why does he always want to talk to me?

"I wouldn't say that. I may not like you, but I don't wish death upon you. I'm not that cruel."

"Wouldn't know it. I mean didn't you and your father made a bet against me, right?"

"No…" I say it without realizing what I was saying.

"But didn't you say that you did?"

"Yeah…" There is no point in trying to deny it now.

"So why would you say something like that?"

"Because no one knows that my father is disowning me." I didn't think about what I was saying until after I had already said it. I quickly turn and start to walk away.

"Wait, your father is disowning you?"

"It doesn't matter. Just forget I said anything."

"Malfoy, does this have something to do with the baby?"

"Your not going to let it go are you? You just have to be the golden boy that helps everyone, even the ones that don't want your help."

"I guess you're right. I do feel like I have to help people, but I know that you feel the need to belittle people. At least the people you don't deem worthy of being in your group."

"Oh and you're so much better than me? You shun anything you think is bad or in your mind evil."

"So we're alike…"

"Don't say that Potter, I'm nothing like you."

"Which is why you don't have real friends."

"Oh so you can talk to me about friends? Didn't yours abandon you after your name was picked? Didn't they want absolutely nothing to do with you? And now that they've seen just how dangerous this is going to be, and they've seen that you, unfortunately, have a chance of winning they are all going come running back to you."

"Just shut up, you wouldn't know anything about what's going on."

"No, I know that you know that I got it right. You have no real friends; all you have is followers and people who want to be famous one day so they are using you to get to that point."

"Just shut up, they do care about me."

"No Potter, you're making yourself believe they care about you. They want the fame that comes from being friends with you. Up until today they hated you, then once they saw that you were back in the good graces of the wizarding world they wanted to be your friend again." When he doesn't say anything I turn and begin to walk away.

"Do you really think that?" I hear him say in a small voice.

"Yes, I do. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't believe it." I say in an annoyed voice. I look back at him and see that he looks like he's about to have a complete breakdown. 'Why do I feel a little bad about this?' I think. "Look I don't believe that Granger and the Weasley boys are like that."

"What about Ginny?" I sigh and walk back over to him; it's obvious, at least to me, that he, for some reason, feels the need to talk to me of all people. But I can't complain it does feel a little nice to be able to forget about my problems for a little while.

"Think about it Potter, why did she like you when you two first met? Had she met you before? Had you two sat down and talked at some point?"

"Well no…"

"Alright then, all she knew was that you are rich and famous. That's all she really knew about you, well that and all the stories that she was probably told. All she sees is a way to get out of the poor house."

"But…"

"Stop trying to fool yourself.  It's just pathetic."

"Sorry if I thought I had friends." I sigh again. 'He really is impossible to talk to right now.'

"Potter, you have two friends, Granger and Weasley. All I'm saying is that people want to be famous. What's the easiest way to become famous? To be friends with someone famous. Just be careful who you get close to." It almost sounds like I care about him, almost.

"You're talking like you understand."

"In a way I do. I've grown up in a wealthy family that is known throughout the wizarding world. A lot of the people in my house want to get close to my family. It looks good to be close to a powerful, and rich, family."

"I guess you're right about that. How do you tell who's you're real friends?"

"I observe. I watch people, a lot, after a while you learn how to read what their real intention is."

"I suppose it come naturally to you."

"I suppose it does." We sit in silence. Both of us are looking out at the lake. 'My mom is due soon, my dad is practically kicking me out, and now I'm Potter's therapist. Well I guess not therapist but something like that.'

"So is there any news about how your mom's pregnancy is going?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You know if you keep bottling things up you're going to explode at some point, and you'll do something that you'll regret."

"Are you talking from experience? Or are you just guessing?"

"Experience. I know you heard about what I did to my Aunt when I was 13?"

"I thought you were 12, either way, I heard about it."

"Well, I tried to stay calm, but I couldn't, I had so much anger built up that it almost literally exploded. You may not be one of my best friends, but I still don't want to see you explode."

"Whoever said I was your friend? Either way, I know how to handle my anger. It's something I've had to do since I was young."

"I guess no one said I was your friend, but the way we've been talking recently I just figured we could let some things go. I just don't feel like arguing with people anymore." He pauses for a moment. "I almost defended you the other night. I caught myself before I did." I can't help but think back to when I almost defended him. To think that he did the same thing is almost funny, almost. 'Should I tell him about me almost defending him?'

"You're not alone on that one." I don't really want to tell him, but since he sucked it up and told me I figure I could do the same. "I actually defended you; the night that you name was called. I told my other house mates off. I swear I think if I would have kept going they would have killed me for treachery." He laughed a little.

"I guess we're starting to mature a little."

"I was already mature; you just needed to catch up."

"Malfoy, you really are a stuck up idiot sometimes." For once I can't come up with a retort. Not because I can't think of one but because I see my owl flying towards me. "What's your owl doing here?"

"I haven't a clue." I watch as it lands on the ground next to me. I take the letter off of its foot. "I don't have anything for you this time." The bird bites me then flies away. "Stupid bird." Potter laughs a little. "Not funny." I snap. I open the letter and begin to read it to myself.

Draco,

Your mother has gone into premature labor. She wanted me to write and tell you this. At the present moment the time is four in the afternoon. This may not reach you until night fall.

While your mother is not standing over me I will tell you this. You will no longer get the estate, you will stay on the will but you will only be getting a small fortune, you will not remain in this house, I will be talking to Severus shortly to see if he will be able to take you.

As you probably already know, this child will inherit the family estate as well as most of the fortune.

Lucius Malfoy


I feel like time has stopped. I feel like screaming. He won't even give me a chance to prove myself to him, to show him that I'd make a good heir. I feel Potter take the letter from my hands, I don't fight him, and I don't feel like arguing with him. "Why would they do this to you?"

"Because of Granger, she top of the class, while I'm behind her. That and a few other reasons."

"Yeah but you're the first born. Shouldn't that make a difference?"

"Yeah, in normal circumstances it should. But this is not a normal circumstance. My mother is older, and I've apparently failed."

"Yeah, but to send you away to live with someone else and to just take away everything you've worked for your whole life just because you've made a few mistakes is completely unfair."

"Potter, nothing is fair in politics, nothing is fair when it comes to the fight to be the heir to a large fortune. Life isn't fair!" I scream the last part.

"I know that." He whispers. We just sit there in silence for a few moments. "What's going to happen to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you going to stay at Hogwarts? Will all of your friends still talk to you? What's going to happen?"

"Yes I'm going to stay at Hogwarts. We will have to wait and see about what the other Slytherins will do to me." I look back out at the lake. I sigh then look at my watch. It's almost most eleven. "It's getting late Potter, we should get to our dorms before we get in to some trouble."

"I guess you're right." We both stand up. "Do you think we can meet out here again?"

"I don't know, we'll see though." He nods and walks away.  'Wait he didn't give me my letter back.'

I couldn't help but laugh about that night. I wound up running after him and asking him for my letter back. He had laughed and handed it back to me. He had told me that he had forgotten that he still had it. I told him it was fine.

I sigh and look back at my lover. "You need to wake up, dumbass. I need you." I sigh again then jump when I hear the door open. I look and see Granger and Weasley coming in. She looked like she had been crying.

"How quickly did he go?"

"What the hell are you talking about Granger?"

"He died right?" Weasley said.

"No he's still alive you idiot." They both looked shocked. "Did you really think that the guy who survived the killing curse would die so easily?"

"Well, we just thought that… well the injuries were so extensive that there was no way for him to survive." I roll my eyes.

"You know I told him a couple years ago to be careful who he made friends with. I see now that I was right to tell him that. I may not have too many real friends, but I do know that real friends wouldn't give up so easily."

"How dare you." Granger starts.

"How dare I what? Care about him, try to save him, worry about him?" I turn around because I thought I heard him move. I see that he was right in the position I left him in. "While you two were off telling people about how he had died in the attack I was here keeping him company and making sure he survived. Some friends you two are." They couldn't think of anything to say back, well at least I didn't they could as they didn't say anything. "Get out. I might let you know when he wakes up." Without a word they turn around and walk out. Heads hanging in defeat. I turn back around and sit down in my chair and go back to my waiting.
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KaylaDark's avatar
Loving the story, just read chanpter 2 and 3 together and am now egerly awaiting more. Poor Draco being disowned and poor Harry having his friends not believe he'd survive, at least he still has Draco :). More please.

Kayla