'Probably it will involve some kind of scaffold,' said Draco.
'I?m afraid theres nothing for it,' began Harry.
'Oh,' Dracos voice sounded a bit brittle, 'so we?re not friends then? Good, then, I just thought we ought to clear that up and — '
'We?ll have to fake it,' finished Harry.
'Fake it? Fake what?' Now Draco looked lost.
'Hating each other of course,' said Harry. 'Can?t let everyone down, can we?'
'But we?ll know we don?t hate each other?'
'Right,' said Harry, with a grin.
'You?re mad, Potter.'
'So says the Daily Prophet,' agreed Harry. 'Of course, that was because you told them I drool.'
'Oh, right.' Now Draco smiled, grudgingly. 'I guess it won?t be that hard to fake it. Will it?'
'Criminally easy, I suspect.'
'So do we still get to hit each other? I want to be clear on the rules.'
'Pull your punches, Malfoy. Thats all I?m asking. And no Unforgivable Curses.'
Draco grinned. 'Thats a pretty cunning plan there, Potter…'
'…For a Gryffindor. I know,' Harry finished for him.
Draco didn?t say anything. Harry looked over at him and saw that his gaze was locked on a spot across the room. He followed Dracos line of sight to the fireplace, where the rest of their companions were grouped around the fireplace. Sirius sat beside Narcissa on the long sofa, the firelight bringing out the laughter in his dark eyes and sparkling on the beading of her dress. On the carpet by the fire sat Hermione, her head bent over the magic ball, her right hand loosely playing with the topaz charm around her throat. She wasn?t beautiful in the flamboyant way that Fleur was, or Narcissa, but the line of her profile was pure and clean and lovely in the shadowy half-light, and her mouth was curved into a smile. Next to her sat Ron, and the scar on his hand was very black in the light, but his eyes were blue and full of laughter. Ginny sat at his feet, her hair turned to flaming amber by the firelight, her hand on Hermiones shoulder as she giggled. Harry couldn?t tell what the others were doing, what they were laughing at, but it didn?t matter; they were happy, and the happiness radiated out from them like a wave, touching Draco and Harry where they stood at its outskirts, drawing them in.
As they both gazed, Hermione glanced up from the ball she was studying, smiled as if it was perfectly natural to see them standing and gazing like that, and returned her eyes to the small glass window.
Harry turned sideways, looked at Draco, and saw a small half-smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Harry reached out and put his hand on Dracos shoulder. It was as brotherly a gesture as he knew how to make. It felt odd for a moment; and then the oddness went away, replaced by an even odder feeling of rightness. 'Malfoy,' he said. 'What are you looking like that for? What are you looking at?'
For a moment Draco didn?t respond. His eyes were calm, contained and containing, as Draco was always contained, but nevertheless filled with a strong and indefinable and familiar emotion. It could have been joy or sadness, anger or agony, regret or remorse or a mixture of all of those. Then the look faded. He turned to Harry and smiled; a genuine smile, a seventeen-year-old boys smile, with happiness in it, and not a little mischief.
'My happy memory,' he said.
The sword Terminus Est and its attendant magical powers belongs to Gene Wolfe's Books of the New Sun, specifically Shadow of the Torturer.
'They're getting all sweaty' and 'I stand by my terminology.' —
BtVS (Buffy.)
'It's entirely pointy.' — Buffy.
Honoria Glossop is a character from PG Wodehouse's series of Jeeves and Wooster books. She does indeed reside in Totleigh Towers.
'If it was a blind albino penguin and hadn't gotten any in years.' —
Blackadder, Season Two, 'Head.'
'The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. No choice is simple and no one can know what the future holds.' — Babylon Five.
All art in this document was drawn by Monica Starling, except the cover picture, by Taylor.
