Draco

             My names Draco Malfoy and I hate my father, and of course you’ve heard of the boy who lived, Harry Potter. It’s been five years since we both started at Hogwarts. I’ve found all of the hidden places where I can shut people out, where I can hate myself in secret, where I can actually feel emotions, where I believe no one could love me, but being honest I do that last one every hour of every day. It’s been three years since I first started feeling emotionally shut down, not feeling anything but self resentment which I put in my heart to punish myself. Yet somehow Potter has brought some of my emotions back and that scares me. Emotions are dangerous and messy, they’re invitations to let someone hurt you. Then why do I want to give Harry Potter of all people that invitation?

Harry

Draco Malfoy is a mystery. I don’t like mysteries unless they’re in a book. Mysteries are dangerous because you never know what might happen. Draco is the ice king-cold, calculated, calm, and indifferent to everyone except his father who he hates with a passion. I’ve noticed that Draco might ride the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts but he stays year round. He’s almost as good at keeping people out as I am at wearing the mask everyone wants to see, not letting anyone see, let alone get to know the real me. Always faking smiles, forcing laughter, and pretending that everything is okay. Then why is it that the more I try to tell myself that mysteries are dangerous, that Malfoy is the most dangerous one, that he’s the one I want to solve? That he’s the one  I want to see under the mask that I’ve so carefully crafted until it was flawless?