A/N: I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Well, here's the next very short chapter! -laughs-
Chapter two
They two had talked a bit and Harry found that he probably should have taken Dracos hand in friendship all those years ago. He really liked this Draco, the real Draco, and he was much prettier. Harry would flush at this thought, but it was true. Draco was fair and moved like water, pure and transfixing.
The doors opened again and before they knew it they were both sent back, one hitting the wall with a sick crack. Harry saw Dracos eyes haze a bit, his mouth dripping with bits of blood. Draco had hit his head pretty hard while Harry had just gotten pushed back by the spell.
"Seems like I'll be punishing you now son." Lucius growled and Draco glared at his father, half unconscious by then.
Harry watched horrified as Draco was hit curse after curse and whip after whip. Draco had not let out a single pain filled scream threw the hour of torture. When Lucius was done Draco was deadly pale instead of that fresh beautiful pale he had been. Draco was now covered in blood, his own blood, his clothes now torn. The young Malfoy was gasping weakly as he stood on his hands and knees clutching his heart.
"I see you're becoming better, I might have to move up to stronger curses next time." Lucius said and left the room. The second Harry was freed from being magically held to the wall, he rushed over to Draco who was falling into unconsciousness rather quickly. A house elf appeared, the same one as before, and helped quickly with Dracos injuries.
"Shit, Draco, are you alright?' Harry mentally kicked himself. Of corse he wasn't alright!
"Just fine. Today he must have been in a good mood...he didn't use half the curses he did last time..." Draco chuckled and winced.
"Don't talk you bloody git!" Barked Harry as he helped the house elf.
"You'll help me will you? You better help yourself, your turn is soon coming." Warned Draco. After a while Draco was bandaged and the house elf no longer in sight.
"So Harry, have any good stories for an injured friend?" Asked Draco innocently causing Harry to chuckle.
And so, Harry told Draco stories of his fights with the Draco Malfoy at their schools and Draco laughed at what he had heard and at times looked puzzled at how the other him had acted. He wasn't that weak and stupid, bloody git was making him into a fool, a chicken.
"I just can't believe it..." Draco mused. "I cried because a hypogriff broke my arm? I don't even scream when I'm put under the cruciatus curse.." Draco said and Harry laughed.
"Yeah, made big show of it. So, Snape doesn't know of this?" Draco shook his head as his answer.
"Noone except Father and Voldemort, not even mother knows." Draco sighed. "But, at least I get to have most what I want, Father still spoils me. He checks everything before they are sent to me of course, can't have anything that could help me get out of this wretched place." Draco said looking around.
"At least now you have someone to talk to." Harry ginned and that somehow made Draco remember something. He shot up and ran to the other side of their room cell. He then came back with a snake at hand.
"Harry, meet Veila." Draco said. "Veila, say hi, this is Harry Potter." The small green snake with a diamond shaped black spot on her forehead looks up with yellow eyes and nodded.
"Nice to meet you." It hissed and Harry smiled.
"Nice to meet you too." Harry hissed back. Draco smiled and patted her head.
"Do you wish me to remember his sent Dragon?" Veila asked.
"If that's alright with you, yes. But he'll be sticking with us for a while." Draco hissed and Veila nodded, still wrapped around his hand. Harry seemed shocked by this and looked up at Draco with utter shock.
"You speak Parseltongue?" Harry asked, eyes wide.
"Of course." Draco grinned.
Veila looked between her master and the new boy and shrugged, or what would be a shrug for a snake. Her master, for the most part, seemed happy.
"Why didn't you ever tell...oh, sorry.' Harry said sheepishly remembering that this was the real Draco Malfoy and not the one at Hogwarts
"I don't expect you to just get on with this fact quickly, it is quite hard to keep in mind." Draco said understandingly as he stroked Veilas head. "I didn't quite get used tot he fact that I was imprisoned here until three weeks later...then my whole world seemed to have crashed down on me." Draco continued.
"I have to say, you are way better than the Fake Malfoy."
"Originals always are better than the copies." Draco smiled, and Harry returned it with equal delight.
Harry learned much about the real Draco Malfoy. The blond loved books, to him they were like portals to another world, either it being of knowledge or entertainment. The Gryffindor teased Draco about sounding like Hermione, and all he received was a soft glare. Apparently, Draco didn't like the idea of being compared to a girl.
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