Within A Dragon's Tear

Chapter 5



The next day, Draco awakes to find Kretcher with his breakfast on a tray. The small creature caught in the middle of trying to sneak it into the room without waking him. The tray with his most favorite morning food. For the first time in a long time, Draco digs into breakfast with a gusto. As it looks, the possibility of even dealing with Potter on a daily basis might not even be a factor. He has his own servant, his own bedroom, and his own bathroom. If all his meals are served in his room then he only has to deal with Potter being close by. His thoughts turn to the dream,

It is very strange to see that first day of Hogwarts through another’s eyes. Even more strange when you see yourself. To see himself as a short ferret boy, surrounded by meatwalls who may only grow up to be lackeys ar best. This is now who he is, his mind rebels. The truth is always harsh and unbending.

Draco pushes his breakfast tray away and goes to his bedroom mirror to look at himself. His features Draco always takes pride in. Sharp nose of an aristocrat and blond hair that always runs white. His jaw ran a bit softer then his father’s but is still narrow. Then he looks a little more different. It is possible one can compare his features to that of a ferret. Maybe he is a bastard? Yes, he is a bastard, this he knows. The world is full of bastards!

Draco was not always this way. Once long time ago, he recalled Dobby was trying so hard to make a special breakfast for his parents but in his fear he became clumsy. Draco was underaged so he was unable to use magic nor did he even have a wand back then. Found a rag and tried to help the house elf who always treated him well. Then, his father arrived, his patience at end, when he saw his son helping a house elf. That was the first time Draco was severely punished. Dobby beat himself fierce for his involvement but it did little to soothe Draco’s own pain. His mother later explained why he was punished as she also felt it was well deserved.

Kindness to all. A silly concept of weak people. People who weep over lost causes. People who have no lives. Well, you ge the point.

Potter... what dreams did he have about Draco? If they are to break this bond, he might have to deal with Potter after all. To deal with Potter? At least he will do it on his terms. Maybe it might not be that bad. They are both adults after all.

After he is dressed, Draco leaves his bedroom to move down the hall. The painting still asleep. Kretcher says the Late Mrs. Black will not be ugly to him because he is a true blood. Still, he prefers not dealing with her at all.

Potter is found in the library. His attention on one of many books on the table. This must be a habit he picked up from that mudblood. Even now, since that dream, the word mudblood seems to feel dirty to him.

Oh god, he needs to get rid of this link!

Draco, “ May luck?” Can’t quite muster full arrogance in his tone.

Potter looks up briefly, “ No, not yet. I was never really good at research. Hermione was the ace in research.”

Draco, “ That friend of yours who lived in the library you mean?”

Potter, “ You could say that. “

Draco sits down and looks through one of the books. It is true that research is boring. How many times has he done this alone? Crabbe and Goyle not exactly geniuses so Draco helped them with their work often. Wonders if Potter with be surprised that Draco did so much to get them through each year. Maybe he might even dream about it. Bloody hell if he does.

They read for while. Draco looks up to see it is noon. Time seems to fly sometimes. Potter is still not even looking up as he pushes onward. Draco on the other hand feels hungry as its been a while since breakfast. Kretcher brings in a tray of food. Some select meats with bread , cheese, and some drink. Grapes and cut melon on the side for a desert.

Draco, “ Its lunch time.”

Potter’s head comes up to see the time, “ That’s nice,”

Draco takes some of the food making it into a small sandwich, ” It looks so goood. “ He taunts.

Potter only snorts.

Draco eats in a noisy fashion trying to get a reaction from the other person. Making remarks of how good everything was. In truth, it is all good and he is not lying. All Potter does it float a napkin to him. This merely ruins the fun Draco is having. What good is it to taunt when the subject merely gets annoyed?

Kretcher doesn’t reappear to take the tray away. Another thing that annoys him now. Well, he shall just have to take the tray in and see what is keeping the house elf! Yet before he can investigate, an owl arrives with a letter.

Draco, “ Addressed to me?”

Opens the letter which is clearly from the administration of magic. His court case has been pushed up for the evening. Originally it was suppose to be for tomorrow but an accident happened with another defendant clearing room for his case. Draco feels quite torn on this. One, he can get the wait over with and yet apprehensive about it all. What if they are just planning to lock him away anyway? What if Potter last moment says some nasty things about him?

Potter, “ Something wrong?”

Draco scowls, “ No! Everything is peachy.” Hands him he letter, “ They want the trial tonight.”

Potter frowns at this. Though his face is hard to read, Draco can sense Potter is slightly surprised and also suspicious of this as well.

Potter, “ Accidentally my ass!”

Draco does find this both mildly amusing and surprising, “ What is it you have against them anyway?”

Potter, “ Oh, nothing aside they tried a few times to use their power to silence me then they tried to use me. “ Hardly any affection in his voice.

If Draco wasn’t connected to him, he would be wondering if Potter was even telling the truth. Potter really hates the administration of magic.

Draco, “ Not so much the golden boy.”

Potter’s anger seems to direct at Draco now, “ I never claimed to be one!”

Draco, “ Yeah right.”

Potter, “ I would have been happy to be a regular nobody. You think it was fun to have someone always trying to kill you or your friends? I don’t see why you would even be jealous.”

Draco, “ I was never jealous! “

Potter, “ Come off it! You were! The bond between us makes it hard to hide things.”

Draco, “ When this trial is over, I want it cut.”

Potter goes silent.

Draco, “ What is it?”

Potter, “ The bond can only break when one of us die.”

Draco feels as if he was slapped in the face. Only their death?, “ Lets just deal with this after the trial! “