There Is A Thin Line Between Hate And Love

Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don‘t sue I don‘t have any money
Pairing: (Eventually) Harry/Draco
Author: Catium
Beta: the-4gotten-marauder,
Rating: (this chapter) R
Word Count: 5762 words.
Genre: Romance/ Drama.
Status: In Progress.
Warnings: Language, sexual activity, masturbation.
Summary: What happens when that thin line between hate and love starts to disappear? Starts in the Half Blood Prince then moves on to year 7. The Deathly Hallows never happened.
Draco has a dream.

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There Is a Thin Line Between Hate and Love - Chapter 6. Dreaming

They were standing in an empty hallway. Draco was looking at Harry. He was looking Harry in the eyes. Then Draco said the four words he had been wanting to say to him for months.

“Harry I love you”

Harry didn’t say anything. He looked at Draco for a second. Then he walked towards Draco, nailed him up against the wall and started kissing him. They were standing there kissing for, what Draco felt, was like an eternity. Harry’s hands were locked in Draco’s hair this whole time but then they start to move! Downwards! Draco’s breath was caught in his throat out of excitement. Draco could feel Harry’s own Excitement pressing up against his thigh. Draco felt Harry’s hands going down his chest, down his stomach really slowly and finally reaching Draco’s hips. Harry unzipped Draco’s jeans and started moving his hand inside his fly, then he hesitated.

“Please” Draco whimpered.

All of sudden Harry snored.” Wait a second? He snored?” Draco thinks. He looked at Harry and then Harry snores again...


Draco opened his eyes, sat up and looked around. He saw Harry sleeping peacefully in the bed next to him and Ronald snoring in the bed next to Harry. Draco moaned and fell back on his pillow with his face in his hands.

“Oh man I can’t believe Weasley’s snores woke me up when things were just getting exciting between me and Harry. BLOODY BLEEDING HELL!” He thought. Then he noticed that the dream had left physical evidence on him. He’s having a little bit of...O.K. that was a lie. A HUGE problem happening between his legs. Draco moaned again and looked at the clock it showed that it’s only 3 o’clock.

“That means that I have only been a sleep for thr...no wait I went to sleep at ten. Like everybody else did. Hey! That means I got five hours sleep. Not bad. The most sleep I’ve gotten this summer.”

Draco thought and even managed a smile. He decided that since he was up (in more ways than one) it was time for a shower. He got up and got himself clean clothes and a towel. Then he headed down the hall towards the bathroom. He got into the shower and turned on the water in the coldest setting he could muster. When feeling the tension leaving his shoulder and feeling how invigorated he was after five hours of almost peaceful sleep Draco realized that he hadn’t had that dream.

All summer Draco had been haunted by a dream, where he would be watching himself standing in the Astronomy tower ready to lower his wand. Then Snape comes bursting in and kills Dumbledore. He would see that green flash hitting Dumbledore straight in the chest over, and over, and over. Until waking up. Covered in sweat and gasping for air.

If he was not having that dream he would be dreaming of himself standing in an empty hallway. Harry would always be there too. He would look at Harry and then say those four words: “Harry I love you”. The beginning would always be the same. It was Harry’s reaction that would change almost every time. Sometimes Harry would just walk away. Other times Harry would start yelling at him, calling him a freak and disgusting, sometime that dream would come with Harry bashing him. Other time he would just yell or not yell just bash. Sometimes Harry would say very matter of fact “but I don’t love you Draco. I’m sorry.” Other times Harry would say those same words but his eyes would be filled with sadness. Those times Draco was sure he was lying in an attempt to try and be “normal”. One terrible night Draco had dreamt that Harry was really in love with him but he had still said “but I don’t love you Draco. I’m sorry. I’m in love with Ginny” Draco could see it from his eyes that he was lying and then Harry had turned around and there Ginny stood, dressed in a wedding dress. Harry was wearing a suit and then Harry had been walking away from him towards Ginny taking her hand and walking away to be married to her. That night Draco had also woke up gasping for air and covered in sweat.

And then there was The Dream. The Dream like the one he had been having just minutes before. Where Harry wouldn’t say anything but simply walk towards Draco and start kissing him. The first time Draco had had that dream their lips had just touched when he woke up. Every time he had that dream after that it would go a little bit further and tonight...

Draco closed his eyes. He could still feel Harry’s hand roaming over his chest and stomach. Lower and lower. He had been so close. Draco could just imagine what would have happened next. Harry’s hand would have gripped him firmly and then started to pull. Draco moaned at the thought and noticed that his “little” problem hadn’t gone away despite the very cold shower. He supported himself against the shower wall with his left hand and started bringing his right hand down imagining it was Harry’s hand, not his own, doing the job. Down his chest Harry’s hand went. Then down his stomach reaching his “problem”. It was hard and full. Harry gripped his erection firmly and then started to pull, but just once then he stopped. Now Draco was so far gone into his fantasy that he said up loud, moaning “Move it Harry...please.” Harry started to move his hand. Up and down. Down and up. Draco gasped. “Faster”. And faster Harry went. Draco could feel himself getting closer and then he came moaning, almost whispering “Harry”. The white seed got mixed with the shower water and got down the drain. Spent and very much relaxed Draco finished cleaning himself turned off the cold water got out and got himself dried and dressed.

When Draco stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the time it was only four o’clock. He had at least three hours to spend before anyone would wake up. Draco decided to go and have a look at his aunt’s house. The next couple of hours Draco spent walking around looking at every room that was not occupied with a sleeping resident. While walking around his thoughts wandered and finally they stopped at the one thought constantly occupying his mind. Harry Potter.

“No wonder he and his friends hate me. I’ve been such an ass to them over the years. If I want them to like me I’m going to have to start being a little bit nicer to them. Get along with them. That is the least I can do to make amends for me behaviour over the years. Just last night I could have said “Nice” to Granger instead of just thinking that but no I had to say “It better not crash from under me Granger”. She was being so nice and I was a complete bastard. Well that is going to change from now on. I’m going to be nice and I’m going to apologize to them first chance I get. They won’t believe me unless I show them I’ve changed.”

When just finishing thinking that Draco walked into the kitchen. It’s almost half past eight now and the first thing he saw was Molly Weasley with her back turned towards him busying herself with cooking breakfast.
“Well there is no time like the present” He thought.

Draco made his presence know by clearing his throat. Mrs. Weasly, startled turned around.

“Oh my” she said when noticing that in was only Draco that was the source for that noise “You startled me Mr. Malfoy.”

“Please Mrs. Weasley call me Draco, Mr. Malfoy is my father. Not my.”

“All right then Mr. Mal... I mean Draco” Mrs. Weasley said smiling.

“Mrs. Weasley. I’m sorry”

“What do you mean Draco?” Mrs. Weasley asked confused

“I’m sorry for the way I treated your children over the years especially your two youngest.”
“I... I really...what on earth or you on about Draco?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Your kids never told you or Potter or Granger? No one told you anything.” Draco asked “Am I really going to have to tell her I treated her kids like dirt and then apologize. That is just great!” he thought.

“Tell me what Draco. I don’t know...”

“I bullied them. All of them... well not your two oldest boys but that was just because they weren’t in school at the same time that I was. But the rest of your kids. The one with the glasses that was a prefect, the twins, Ronald and the girl and of course Granger and Potter. I persecuted them. I talked down to them, I taunted them about everything. I did mean pranks on them. They can’t even be called pranks since they weren’t funny! At all! I hid their things, tripped them, ruined their homework, and spoiled their work in class and the things that I said to them. I would call them things like lousy, poor, pathetic, smelly, redhead, weasel, freckles... and I’m not even going to tell you the worst words I used. Those were just the ones I used every day. But the worst ones had the M and B word amongst them . Then I would taunt them like I said until they got so furious that they would try and fight back then I would pretend that they hid me and get them in detention or they would have house points taken from them. I’m not proud of this. When Ronald and the girl started playing Quidditch I invented a song that Slytherin used in every game. It was called Weasley’s Our King. It was because he did so badly in his first game that Gryffindor lost and we decided to taunt him about his Keeper skills by singing this song. When I think of this I’m so ashamed and I don’t even know that person that used to act like this anymore. So I will just say again I’m really sorry Mrs. Weasley and...”

“How was that song?” Mrs. Weasley interrupted Draco, her voice shaking with what was clearly rage.”
“I really don’t want to...”

“Sing it!”

“Mrs. Weasley I...”

“Now!” Mrs. Weasley almost yelled.

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and started to sing:

Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley is our King.

When Draco finished Mrs. Weasley was staring at him furious. “I see. So that’s the opinion you have on my family? I thought you were a nicer person than your father. I even defended you against my husband a couple of days ago when he was agreeing to Alastor saying that you were just like your father. I told him no, that boy is different, I told him. But clearly you are just the same. Why didn’t my kids say anything? Why did they keep this a secret from me?” Mrs. Weasley said more to herself than Draco.

“Mrs. Weasley I’m so sor...”

“Get out!” Mrs. Weasly all of sudden said.

“What?”

“Get out of this room now. I don’t want to see your face. And to imagine that I defended you. Called you a sweet boy, well-mannered to my husband. That was clearly just what you wanted us to see when you were trying to get into our good books. GET OUT NOW! NO ONE DOES THOSE THINGS TO MY KIDS AND GETS MY FORGIVNESS.”

At that moment Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked in. They saw Mrs. Weasley standing with a spade in her hand waving it about and Draco standing opposite her looking ashamed and terrified.

“Mo...Mom?” Ron asked. “What’s going on Mom?”

Mrs. Weasley turned around looking at her children and the two she considered her own. She had tears in her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked with broken voice.

“Tell you what Mrs. Weasley?” Harry asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me how that boy was bullying you at school? Taunting you, calling you names and physically abusing you? I would have talked to someone and made it stop you know I would had”

“Mom how did you...” Ron started to ask but Draco interrupted him.

“Because I told her Weasley. I came in her asking for her forgiveness and she didn’t know. So I told her and now she things less of me than she did before.”

“He told her?” Harry thought when hearing Draco’s word “He was apologizing...Malfoy apologizing that’s unbelievable”

Mrs. Weasley was battering Ron and Ginny about not telling her what was going on at school and then Draco interrupted her.

“I’m still sorry Mrs. Weasley. I never should have done those things to your kids, said those things. And like I said I’m not that person anymore and I really hope that you will forgive me one day. I will just go now. I only have one favour to ask. Don’t tell my mom. I’m going to tell her soon how I have been behaving at school but I want it to come from me not you.”

“All right Mr. Malfoy I can respect your wishes.” Mrs. Weasley said coldly “But I will not forgive you until you apologize to my kids and they forgive you. But now, everyone sit down. It’s time for breakfast. The rest of the people will probably be down in a minute. You too Mr. Malfoy I’m not going to starve you, just because I don’t particularly like you right now”

At that moment Narcissa and Claudia walked in along with McGonagall and the rest of the house residents. Narcissa looked around in the tension filled room and saw the look of embarrassment on her son.

“Good morning. Is everything all right in here?” Narcissa asked.

“I...” Draco started but Mrs. Weasley interrupted him.

“Yes everything is fine. The kids were just going to sit down and have breakfast. Weren’t you kids?” Mrs. Weasley said and looked at the Harry and the rest.

“Oh...yeah...sure...right” they all answered flabbergasted.

Everyone sat down for breakfast. During breakfast no one was saying a lot. On the other hand no one was used to this kind of company at breakfast. Malfoy’s and Weasley’s, eating breakfast together. Ron and Harry had made a little bet about whet ever or not Narcissa or Draco would say anything snobbish about the breakfast. Ron was sure he had won when Narcissa made a funny look, but she said nothing so eventually Harry wound up the winner. On their way down to breakfast Harry, Ron and Hermione had talked about how formal Narcissa and Draco seemed to be to each other and during breakfast Harry noticed that formality kept on going. Narcissa would call him Draco, not dear or anything sweet like that and Draco would call her mother, not mom, or even mommy. Harry also noticed that it was the exact opposite with Claudia. Narcissa would call Claudia honey and Claudia would say mommy. Narcissa would help her with the breakfast a lot more than an eleven year old needed help with.

The Malfoy’s were sitting pretty far from Harry and the rest down the table so they couldn’t hear each other talk. While the breakfast was still ongoing Hermione leaned over the table and got the attention of Harry and Ron whom had both been watching the interaction between the three Malfoy’s closely.

“Well at least it looks like Malfoy treats his little sister nice.” Ron said when Draco nodded his head and smiled a bit after Claudia had whispered something in his ear and then given him a kiss on his cheek. “What is it Hermione?” He asked when Hermione said “Guys” for the docent time.

“Haven’t you guys noticed?” she asked.

“Noticed what Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Yeah what?” Ron agreed.

“You guys can be so thick sometimes” Hermione sighed. Harry and Ron simply started at her blanked face “Look at Mrs. Malfoy and Malfoy.” She said.

“Yeah...?” Harry said “and...?”

“Then look at the little girl, what’s her name...? Claudia”

“Why Hermione...what are you...?” Harry started to say

“Just do it!” Hermione snapped.

Harry did. He looked at Narcissa and Draco first. He saw their straight blond hair, their ice gray eyes and pale skin. Then he looked at Claudia. Then he shook his head and looked again. And he saw...he saw the black curly hair, the dark brown almost black eyes and the brown skin...he had looked at Claudia the night before but not really Seen her.

“How could I not see this?” He thought. Then he said up loud. “How could I not see this Hermione?”
“Exactly.” Hermione said confident. “I just saw it myself like 2 minutes ago”

“What are you guys talking about? What am I supposed to be seeing here?” Ron asked confused.

“Look Ron.” Harry said and took Ron’s head and turned towards the Malfoys.

“Yeah and what am I looking at” Ron said.

“Wow Ron, I think we should go and get your head scanned. Maybe you’re just still half asleep but you are usually not that slow!” Hermione stated.

“Hey!” Ron said offended.

“Look at them Ronald.” Hermione tried again. “Look first at Mrs. Malfoy and Malfoy then at Claudia. What do you see? Describe them for us.”

“Eh... O.K. because we have not seen the Malfoys like a thousand times.” Ron said sarcastically. “Right! Eh Malfoy and his mom are both blonds, gray-ish eyes and pale skin and the little girls she’s the same like all Malfoys. Black hair, bro... WOW! WAIT! BLA...!”

“Harry!” Hermione urged when Ron almost started screaming. Harry grabbed Ron and held his mouth.

“Is everything all right there?” McGonagall asked down the table.

“Yeah everything is fine professor.” Hermione said a bit too cheery.

Harry let go of Ron’s mouth and Ron, pretty upset started to babble.

“They...they...she...not...”

“We know Ronald” Hermione said. “We know! Are we finished with the breakfast?”

“Hell yeah!” Both Harry and Ron said at the same time.

They all stood up and headed out of the kitchen. Like there was a silent agreement going on they all went to the living room with the Black family tree in it. When they got inside and closed the doors they all grabbed chairs and sat down, looked at each other in amazement and then Harry said.

“Are we blind? How could we not see this right away?”

“Clearly there is some big secret that the Malfoy’s are not sharing.” Hermione said

“She doesn’t even look like the rest of them at all. How do they think they’re kidding” Ron said.

“They sure kidded you” Hermione said.

“Oh shut up. I’m so used to the Malfoy’s that I just didn’t pay attention to this. "

“So what do you guys think? How come she’s like this?” Harry wondered. “You think she’s adopted or...”
“Mhmm...No way” Both Hermione and Ron said together.

“There is no way Lucius Malfoy would ever adopt a child. There is no way for him to know if it’s a pureblood or not. He wouldn’t do that, he’s way too obsessed about pure blood.” Hermione explained.

“That’s true” Harry said. “So what do you think?”

“You know what I think.” Ron said. “I think that Lucius cheated on his wife. The other women got pregnant and then he took the baby.”

“Yeah I think that’s the most likely explanation.” Harry and Hermione agreed.

Then they heard someone starting to open the door. They stopped talking and started at the doors. And then Ginny walked in.

“Hi. I just wanted to tell you that last night Snape went on his little mission and he just got back half an hour ago. They’re having a meeting right now and Snape is telling how it went. I’m gonna go and check if I can find anything out.”

Ginny left and came back after five minutes.

“What happened?” The trio asked her.

Ginny sighed and Harry noticed that she was really pale and looked worried “Mom caught me spying. When I came they were leaving the meeting. But mom kinda figured that I was spying for you so she just decided to save everyone a lot of time and told me what went on the meeting.”

“So what happened?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah spit it out Ginny.” Ron added.

Ginny sighed again. “Well mom told me that Snape’s meeting with You-Know-Who went according to plan. He believes that Snape and Malfoy are spying on us, the Order, for Him and that we believe them to have turned their back on You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters and that we believe that He’s furious with them and wants them dead. Snape even reported that You-Know-How has told all the Death Eaters what’s going on and ordered them to act towards Malfoy and Snape like they’re traitors. He also told them...” At that point Ginny stopped and Harry could see there was something wrong, Ginny had tears in her eyes.

“Common Ginny” he said and pointed her towards the chair. “Sit down, just breathe. What is it?”

“Ron!” Ginny sobbed through her hands and looked at her brother with tears in her eyes. “Snape said that they are going to attack our house on Bill and Fleur’s wedding day in an attempt to kill as many people in the Order as they can and to capture Harry. They decided to cancel the wedding and Mom and Dad are going to the Burrow to get some of our family things that they don’t want to get ruined as well as clothes for them and us. They all decided in unison not to try and get all our stuff. Because that would be suspicious and they want the attack to go as planned. Then they can ambush the Death Eaters.”

“Wow...!” Ron said speechless. “That’s...wow. So what will happen to our house in all this?”

“I don’t know Ron I really don’t know.” Ginny sobbed.

Ron got up and went over to his little sister and starting hugging her. Hermione and Harry looked at each other not sure what to do.

“Should we go and talk to McConagall?” Hermione asked Harry.

“Nah” Harry answered. “Ginny already told us everything. So I guess that the Malfoy’s know what is going on. Mrs. Malfoy is allowed on meetings that concern her, Malfoy and Claudia.”

“Yeah they probably do.” Hermione agreed.

After a while Ginny stopped sobbing and they talked about Draco briefly and Harry’s decision on believing him and Snape. After a while and after Harry told them the explanations that McConagall gave to him about why the Order decided to believe them both Hermione and Ron decided to believe them too, but like Harry not to trust them.

“I believed them right away. But on the other hand I always had a thing for Malfoy”

“GINNY!!!” Ron yelled shocked.

“How can you be attracted to that ferret?”

“He was never mean to me, like he was to you. He just ignored me. Let’s talk about something fun.” Ginny said changing the subject. “I don’t want to think about this crazy war anymore. Saturday is only three days away and if I think about it too much I won’t be able to sleep for the rest of the week.”

“O.K lets. It’s way too depressing to think about this.” Ron said.

They spent the next couple of hours talking and joking around with each other. Totally forgetting about next Saturday or the events of past few days. Then the doors to the living room were opened once again. In walked Draco and Claudia. Harry and the rest stopped talking right away looking at them.

“We can come back later.” Draco said and prepared to leave.

“No Draco I want to see it now. Pretty please you promised!” Claudia begged tugging Draco arm.

“Do you mind? We have been looking at the house all morning and she has been dying to see this.” Draco begged
Harry looked at his friends, how looked just as puzzled.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” He said.

“Thank you. I promise we will disturb you as little as possible and be as quick as we can. “ Draco said.

Harry and the other watched as Draco and Claudia walked passed them straight to the wall in the far end of the room. The wall which had the Black Family Tree on it. To Harry’s and the other’s amazement Draco and Claudia started studying it. Very closely and respectfully. They pointed at their ancestors naming their names and figuring out how much they were related to them, naming memorable stuff those relatives did. After about half an hour of this Claudia pointed at one of the burn marks asking.

“What’s this?”

“Those are our relations who were or are... how can I say this? Not worthy of the honour of having their names on our family tree. So our aunt Walburga burned their names off.” Draco said and when saying that he just happened to look at the people sitting in the chairs in the living room. He had felt their gaze on them the entire time and now he saw that they had a look of shock on their faces “Who do they thing they are?” He thought “Are we not allowed to treat our ancestors with respect like they are. Just because some of our ancestors and relatives were a little dodgy. Well I’m going to show them. No more mister nice guy.”

“Oh.” Claudia said. Then to the horror of the people how were listening she added. “Well that’s understandable. Who wants to be reminded of relatives whom are embarrassing to have? So who are those unworthy relatives of ours?” she asked.

Draco started pointing at every burn mark telling the name of the relative behind it and what that person did to get erased from the Family Tree. Harry had a hard time not exploding when Draco named Sirius’s name. Finally he pointed towards a mark pretty close the modern time. “And this is Cedrella Black she’s third generation from our first ancestor Phineas Black. She was disowned because she married a blood traitor.” At those words Draco turned his head staring directly at Ron. “Septimus Weasley!”

Claudia frowned and then you could see the light bolt click on in her head “Wait Weasley!” She said loudly. “Are we related to them?” She pointed at Ron and Ginny.

Draco sighed. “Unfortunately yes. But, and thank Merlin for not making That joke more cruel than it is. Those two and their brothers.” At those words Draco nodded his head towards Ron and Ginny. “Are only sixth generation like you and me so they are not close relatives. Our only relative in common is Phineas Black!”

Harry had had enough he was going to say something but Ron said something first.

“A Joke?” He said loudly “A JOKE!” He screamed and got up off his chair. “Let’s talk about a joke! How do you think it is for me and my family to be related to the Malfoy’s or even the Black’s? A bunch of psychopaths, sociopaths and Death Eaters! The few decent persons how has come from those families! Like Sirius! Are disowned and erased from that holy tree of yours!”

“Well thank Merlin for that!” Draco answered back without hesitation. “With your family erased from the Tree at least no one will now that we are related to poor, blood traitors Weasley!”

“How dare you?” Ron said.

“Uuhhh.. How dare I what?” Draco asked back “Telling the truth! Because that is the truth Weasley, your family is poor and you are all blood traitors! Is that some breaking news to you? Just look at what you are wearing! Think why no respectable pure blood ever talks to you! That should be a clue!”

“Well then you clearly are not a “respectable” pure blood Malfoy!” Harry all of sudden say. “Because you are talking to him right now!”

“Draco I’m going to go now.” Claudia said, who had been looking at the exchange getting more and more frightened. “Thank you for showing me our Tree.” At those words she ran out of the room slamming the door behind her.”

“Damn! She’s going to get someone to stop the fight. We are supposed to be getting along not fighting. We better stop or we’ll get into trouble.” Draco said when he remembered that Claudia almost never ran except when it involved an emergency.

“What is it Malfoy. You not man enough to finish the fight you started?” Harry asked mockingly.

Draco opened his mouth to insult Harry back remembering what Harry said about him not being a respectable pureblood. Then he thought better off it.

“You know what Potter? I’m going to be the bigger man here and the proper pureblood and walk away from this.”
Draco walked out of the room closing the doors behind him. “I need my smokes, and my music” He thought running upstairs to his, Ron’s and Harry’s room, grabbing his CD player from the bed stand table, his smokes from his pocket inside his robes and then he ran outside. Turning on the CD player with shaking hands and then lighting his cigarette.


Inside the living room Hermione looked from the closed door at the boys. “McGonagall is going to be furious when she finds out about this. She wanted us to try and act like civilised persons to each other. Remember?”
Harry and Ron started protesting
“Malfoy started it. He called my family a joke.” Ron said.
“Malfoy was challenging Ron. You saw that he looked Ron into the eyes when literally calling his family a joke.” Harry agreed.
“No we started it. We were the ones looking at him like he was crazy for treating his family tree with respect. It’s his family! And if purebloods are taught anything is that family is everything, even if they are not the nicest people in the world. Besides I think we should try and take the higher road and go and apologise to him.”
Harry looked at Ron. Ron’s look was that of pleading.
“She’s right mate, unfortunately.” Harry said apologisingly.
“Yeah she is. She always is” Ron agreed. “Let’s go look for him then.” He said.


The four of them all went looking for him. Finally the only place they have left is the back yard. They looked outside and there Draco was.
“There he is.” Ginny said. “What’s he doing? Is he smoking?” She asked.
“Yeah he is.” Hermione said “and he’s...dancing?” She asked really surprised.
Harry, Ron and Ginny were no less surprised and for a few minutes they just stared at Draco dancing his heart out in an unbelievable dance.


Draco was just totally lost in his own world where there was nothing but him, his smokes and his music.
“I love these songs.” He thought when the song “What is Love” with Night at the Roxbury finished and the CD started playing “With Every Heartbeat” with Robyn and Kleerup. He kept on dancing and smoking and listening to “With Every Heartbeat.” Just as the chorus was starting Draco had the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned around and saw to his horror that there was not only one person looking at him but four. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. His eyes bulged out and he thought “Oh no, please no!” and he stopped dancing , almost frozen in his steps. “What can I say? What can I say?” He thinks but before he could say anything Hermione, always the ice breaker said.
“You’re dance is unbelievable, do you do that often?”
“They are not going to mock me?” He thought puzzled “That would have been so much easier. How can I answer this nice question? I could insult them, use sarcasm. Or I could just simply let my mask down be honest and nice and just say thanks. Yes I should. I’m going to.”
“Thank you and yes every chance I get.” Draco says nicely letting his mask fall completely for a minute.


“That was so not the Malfoy I know.” Harry thought “That Malfoy is nice and honest like a normal human being. He’s going to say something more. Wait! Oh no! This emotionless mask is coming back! Please don’t do this Malfoy! For a second there I almost liked you.”


“I can’t do this” Draco thought when trying to say something else. “I can’t show them what I feel. “Never show them your emotions Draco.” Father used to say to me “Emotions make you weak and if you are weak your enemies can bring you down”. These people are not my friends. They are my enemies. I need to say something the Malfoy they know would say. “


Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny could just see his emotionless mask fall into place.
“Now if you will excuse me! I’m going inside now” Draco said sounding like his old self. Then he walked passed the quartet and got inside.
Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny were all as one amazed. Was Malfoy really capable of showing his emotions like that even though it was just for a minute? Then Ginny said what they were are all thinking. Excpecially Harry.
“Well what do you know? Malfoy actually has emotions. Who would have guessed?”

TBC

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