Come What May

Come what may

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I never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

I want to vanish inside your kiss

Every day I love you more.. and more

Listen to my heart, can you here it sing?

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change, winter to spring

But I love you, until the end of time

Come what may

I will love you, until my dying day

[Moulin Rouge]

"Potter! I hate you! I hate you!"

"Well, I don't like you either!"

"You ruined my life!"

Harry now rolled his eyes. Geez, Draco was a bit overreacting. Harry had only accidentally added a wrong root to their potion. And now Harry had obviously ruined Draco's entire life.

"Malfoy! Quit it! Let's clear this mess up and continue," Harry said.

Draco shook his head unwillingly. He hated Potter. Without even knowing what Draco's condition was, Harry had causes him severe aching.

"I hate you," Draco murmered again.

Harry jumped up with his wand in his right hand. "And now it's enough! Stop saying you hate me!"

"Ow, I'm so sorry, did I hurt poor Potty's feelings?"

Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He tried to hex Draco, but the Slytherin was quicker.

***Expelliarmus***

Accompanied by a furious look on his face, Harry entered the Great Hall. He made his way to where he normally sat at the Gryffindor table, to be welcomed by his loyal friends.

"Harry!" Hermione spat out. " What a horrible thing of Snape to do!" Harry nodded. He wasn't quite ready to comment on Snape's disgusting action.

Now Ron interfered. "You did show that Malfoy bastard what he's worth! Your curse must have hit him badly, otherwise Snape wouldn't have given you such a severe punishment!"

Harry knew this was true, but he only disarmed Draco in Potions. How could that be such a bad thing? He sighed and looked around at the Slytherin table where he couldn't ignore Draco's abscence. He wondered if he had really hurted Draco, not that he cared, but he started to feel a little guilty.

"Well, Harry, c'mon, sit down and eat something," Ron said and forced his friend down and pushed a sausage in Harry's mouth.

From the infirmary came some soft sobbing sounds, someone sounded very sad. Suddenly the door was slammed open and Lucius Malfoy ran away from an occupied room, swiftly followed by his wife.

"Father!" a faint voice cried out. There came no response from Lucius Malfoy, who only fastened his pass. In the bed with white and limegreen sheets lay the weakened body of Draco Malfoy, shaking slightly from the sobbing.

He murmered to himself. "Stupid. Potter. He ruined everything. Everything!" Draco was disturbed in his selfpity-thoughts as soon as he heard quick footsteps approaching. He immediately hid the pink cushion he was holding under his pillow and sat up straight. Nobody less than Harry Potter appeared in the doorway.

"Urm- Draco," Harry started, obviously feeling guilty. "I heard I kind of hurted you with my curse and urm- I just wanted to say sorry."

Draco blinked a few times. "Are you totally insane? First you almost kill me with your curse, then you come here and just say 'sorry'?!" Draco blurted.

"Oh c'mon! Draco! Don't overreact! I only disarmed you! And it was you in the first place who started that fight during Potions!"

Draco snorted. "You don't understand a thing of it," he whispered softly.

"What did you say?" Harry asked.

Draco turned around and stared out of the window. "Nothing, Potter. Nothing."

Harry felt it was time for him to leave, so he spoke a soft goodbye and walked away. He was really confused. Draco did really seem hurt, he really looked sick.

What happened? It couldn't be because of my curse, now could it?