"You said you wanted to see me, Malfoy."
Harry Potter was sitting on the couch in Draco's flat glaring at the blond-haired man in front of him. A few minutes earlier he had received a message from Draco saying he wanted to talk to him urgently and that he was expecting him. At first, Harry seriously thought about ignoring Draco's message.
'Who does he think he is, calling me like that? Like I am his servant or something.' Harry had thought.
But soon the idea that it might have something to do with Hermione ran through Harry's mind, making him swallow his pride and go see his former enemy.
He soon apparated in the common room and slumped on the couch without waiting to be invited.
Draco had taken a seat in one of the armchairs, as far away from Harry as it was possible given the size of the room. He was returning Harry's glares twofold.
They spent a few minutes, quietly surveying each other, their expressions that of pure hatred and apprehension.
"You said it was urgent, Malfoy, so speak." Harry pressed as Draco kept remaining silent.
"It's about Granger." Draco finally said.
Harry tensed up.
"What about Hermione?" Harry almost jumped out of the couch. "Did something happen? Is she alright?" Harry continued to bombard Draco with questions.
Draco remained quiet again and Harry felt a sudden urge to punch him in the face until he talked.
Meanwhile, Draco was looking back at Harry as if he liked nothing more than to curse him senseless.
Finally, Harry snapped first.
"Malfoy, if you do not start talking I swear in Godric's name I will jinx your sorry ar…"
"She was attacked." Draco said snappishly, still glaring at Harry.
Harry gaped at him, slowly registering his words.
Draco brushed a hand through his hair, then continued to talk, all the while fixing Harry's eyes.
"A few days ago she was attacked by a masked man dressed in black robes. She managed to escape and got away with only a light wound. But the wound… It looked like it had been made by a Sectusempra curse. Not many people know about that curse, Potter. You know that." he said pointedly.
Harry's eyes widened slightly but he chose to ignore Draco's last remark.
"A few days ago? Why are you telling me this now?" Harry spat angrily.
"Because she insisted not to tell you." Draco said simply. "I wanted to call you on that very day, but she insisted I wouldn't. She kept saying you would worry."
"If that is indeed so, and she didn't want you to tell me, why are we having this conversation now?" Harry frowned at Draco.
"Potter, I am Draco Malfoy and I do not listen to stupid requests." Draco answered sharply, venom dripping in his voice. "You are an Auror and, as much as I do not want to admit it, you're a pretty good one from what I heard." he added with displeasure. "So, do your bloody job and find out who it was that attacked Granger. I bet there are more of them where he came from. Black robes, Sectusempra curse… it's not difficult to figure out what circle he belongs to."
Draco stopped for a moment, a strange look flashing across his face, one that Harry couldn't quite understand.
'Could it be worry? Could he actually be worried about Hermione and that's why he's telling me all this?' Harry thought.
But Harry couldn't be sure, because the look was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Draco composed himself, managing to show his never-failing sneer.
"Besides, Potter, I never promised her I won't tell you about the incident later." he drawled in that annoying tone Harry hated so much. "I merely said I won't call you when it happened. So, you see, it was a mere technicality." he waved his hand elegantly.
"Yeah, I am sure your good old Slytherin ways come in handy." Harry said mockingly.
"Perhaps. Though, I really do not see why you are complaining, Potter. I didn't break any promise to Granger and in the same time I have informed you of something very important that might help you catch a lot of bad guys. That is, if you do your job properly." Draco said with a sneer.
"The only bad guy I would like to catch is you, Malfoy." Harry said angrily.
He was clenching his fists, trying to fight the urge to take out his wand and curse the blond sneering man in front of him.
All the while Draco was carefully observing Harry. He knew his words had the effect he'd wanted. He felt a guilty pleasure at teasing his former archenemy from school.
This whole thing reminded him of another time, another life. Everything had been simpler then, when pain and suffering were faraway notions. At that time, he had felt strong and confident, sure of his destiny. But looking back at it now, it all seemed like an illusion.
Lots of 'what ifs' poked at Draco's mind, causing a crease to appear between his eyebrows. There was no need for regrets now.
'I am sure Potter doesn't regret not taking my hand that day at Madam Malkin's. Whereas I regret not doing so many things.' He thought bitterly.
With a deep sigh he turned his focus on Harry again.