Chapter 3 - Arguments

Chapter 3

When he came back, Cedric and Harry were no longer cuddling, instead they were arguing. “How could you find comfort in a death eater Harry? He just wants to take advantage of you to retain his status! Don’t you remember what he did?! He killed Dumbledore!” Cedric yelled, chest heaving, at a stubborn, flushed-looking Harry. Green eyes burning with a fire that melted Draco’s heart, Harry said, dangerously quietly “He was forced, Cedric. Draco would never kill! He was just a kid, it’s either kill Dumbledore, or have his family killed! Ex-Death Eater or not, most people would have done the same thing!” Cedric’s hazel eyes narrowed in fury, “You speak of him like your bloody boyfriend, Harry. Since when did he become ‘Draco’? Might I remind you that you are mine? Just remember Harry, who he is and who you are. We’re arriving soon. I have to get changed.” With that, Cedric stormed out of the compartment, flipping two fingers at the shocked silvery-gray eyes of Draco. Cautiously, Draco walked back into the compartment, to find Harry’s head in his hands. It was all Draco’s fault. “Harry? I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. I have no intent on using you. I just… I just thought you wanted comfort, so I provided it. Diggory is right, you shouldn’t be seen with a Death Eater. I’m sorry for causing trouble between you and your boyfriend.” He hadn’t meant to spit the last two words out. Harry looked up, a frail smile on his lips. “It’s okay Draco, I’m just so confused, I thought I liked Cedric, but I feel so controlled, and…” He trailed off. Harry almost confessed that the hug with Draco was the most wonderful feeling, but he couldn’t say that. It would push Draco away, for Harry didn’t dare hope Draco actually cared for him. Not in that way at least. Draco raised a concerned eyebrow, yet his hopes that had been thoroughly doused by the kiss, had dared to burn again in a soft ember. Forcing back a grin, he asked tentatively, “Well, if things aren’t right, then why don’t you end it?” Harry laughed. “I killed Voldemort, yet I am too scared to stand up to Cedric… What’s wrong with me?” Malfoy sighed, “Potter, we’re almost there. Best not let Cedric or the Weasel see you conversing with a Death Eater.” Harry sighed and his head drooped, mumbling something about “His name is Ron, and don’t call yourself that.”