WHO: Draco Malfoy & Salazar Slytherin
WHEN: Sunday morning.
WHAT: Clearing his head.
WHERE: Out by the lake.
WHY: Draco has nothing but feels lately, KAY? :D
RATING: PG
Draco had not felt so bonkers since his first few months in the village. He did not like it. He had come too far to allow himself to slip into that darkness again. He barely slept the last few days, which flew up a huge red flag to the boy about his condition. His mental healers, both here and at home, warned him he would never forget, but he could manage to control his triggers. At home? Easy enough. Here? When there was war chatter constantly? Debates about good and evil? Not so easy. However, he mostly hated the anger and the jealousy he felt again. How could he feel such powerful emotions when he was so bloody
happy at his new age? Or was that why? He said as much to others. Reconciling his past village self not only with his current version, but also after the things he felt at eleven? He was not mending well. Why? Bloody well why?
Potter pushed him firmly off the cliff he had been tethering on. Oh, it wasn't Harry's fault and Draco already regretted the angry words regarding Dobby (though, really, Potter could act a little less shocked about Draco caring about things), but what could be done? Draco could spend his entire life apologizing for the war; it would never be enough and why should it? Everything in him told him to step aside and let Harry have everything here - Weasleys, Colin, Sirius, Potter's kids...
Selfishly, Draco didn't want to let go of them. Intellect told him he didn't need to anyway. Still, like he told Sirius, it always felt, since year one, there was a choice between Harry and Draco, never both. They were oil and water. Draco didn't want to hurt their children or their other mutual loved ones through fighting. He hoped everything had been behind a ward. He wasn't sure now.
( It had been a long time since he deliberately said things to hurt people. )