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Title: Envy
Author: [livejournal.com profile] storydivagirl
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
SPOILERS: Yes, through OOTP.
A/N: Feedback always appreciated. Not too skilled with the Harry angst, but decided to give it a try. Written for the new word challenge at [livejournal.com profile] 15minuteficlets.



The Word: drenched

He was drenched from the rain, but it barely made a difference to him. He didn’t care anymore. Wasn’t that the whole point of everything with his life? For him not to care about anything, for him to learn not to get attached to someone because attachments weren't for heroes and they would all disappear sooner or later. Harry sighed, pushing his dark hair back off his face, and made his way back toward the castle. He knew if he didn’t get back soon Hermione would put a search party together and he’d have to endure another lecture on how with things the way they were he couldn’t behave so rashly.

Like he had before was what she always left off. Like he had when he’d gotten his godfather murdered by a death eater and found himself alone once again.

He fell to the ground, tripping over a stupid rock, and grumbled under his breath as mud seeped up to his ankles. He sat there for a minute, willing himself to get up, to face another round as the Harry Potter, hero to some and fame-crazed loon to others still.

It wasn’t until he stood himself back up that he noticed Draco standing there, watching with amusement. Looking, as always, impeccable. Harry couldn’t help but wonder if Draco woke up looking like that, simply rolled out of bed with clothes and hair perfectly coiffed. That thought didn’t last too long as his eyes locked on Draco’s narrow grey ones and he felt all the anger stirring below the surface explode out of him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

Draco rolled his eyes and replied haughtily, “I know you suffer from delusions of grandeur, Potter, but last time I checked, you didn’t run this school.”

“Nothing better to do than spy on me, I take it?”

“I couldn’t help but notice your drunken stumbles toward the castle while I was on my walk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Just clumsy then. Pathetic.”

“Oh sod off, Malfoy. I’m not in the mood for this,” Harry replied. He spun on his heel and started off up the path again. He glanced back and tried to erase the image of Malfoy smirking at him from his memory. The last thing Harry needed to harp on was his great dislike of all things Draco Malfoy, spoiled brat extraordinaire. Things were horrible enough, terrible incidents occurring more frequently, things that Harry didn’t doubt Draco’s father was involved in.

Hatred coursed through Harry at the thought of Lucius Malfoy, remembering the sneer he wore as he stood by Voldemort and fought on his behalf. Draco was no different than his father. Draco had probably already been initiated into Death Eaters for Juniors, fighting for the Dark Lord…

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t that Malfoy was possibly fighting for the Dark Lord that bothered him. He expected as much from the hateful git. No, the fury that ate at Harry was more toward those around him, those insistent upon protecting him at all costs as though he was some sort of saviour. Malfoy was fighting while Harry was locked away from it, wishing that he could finally fulfill his destiny and fight for himself. And what Harry hated more than anything, even more than being coddled, was the envy coursing through him as he glanced back at Malfoy one last time.

{fin}

Date: 2004-06-12 12:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gpiiretu.livejournal.com
You can say you're not too skilled, but I think this turned out very good. I was a little worried just before the line where he tripped, because if he'd been falling to his knees sobbing then maybe --just maybe-- your a/n statement would've been true. ^^;; But luckily, it wasn't, and I enjoyed this patch of darkness. Makes me want to spring Harry from the Azkaban he thinks he's in.

Date: 2004-06-13 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] storydivagirl.livejournal.com
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it--and yes, while Harry angst was the cup of the day, I do try to avoid having anyone fall to the ground in sobs. Heh. (well, unless it's me when I realize that the cast of POA is way too young for me)

Thanks for the feedback. I appreciate it.

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