Yo, my very first HP fic ;)

Its the very first thing I've ever written in the world of HP, I think its about one year old or so. Anyway, here's to my first fic - cheers!

The setting's as follows:

The sky was idly turning into red and violet in lightning sparks. He was standing on the cliff of the Emerald Tree Mountain looking into the far away island, where his fate was waiting for him. The cold wind and the storming sky were deliberately making him feel sick and so he turned around. The fire was still joyously crackling in the artificial perch he made and the boy sitting beside it looked up.



--What, not a hero anymore? Can’t even stand to watch the stormy sky?
--That’s not what it is, though you might think whatever you please.
--Ok. So what’s the plan?
--I don’t know yet. We’ll just go there and see what’s waiting for us there.
--That’s just so Harry Potterish but I guess I’ll let you do whatever you want to.
--Yes, that would be just great.
--All right then.
--Yes.
--Aha.
--What?
--Did I say anything?
--Well, it sounded as if you were making fun of something.
--Me? No. It was just rather strange.
--What?
--This whole thing.
--What?
--Well, I mean sitting here; right on the top of the Emerald Tree Mountain watching the idle way the sky is turning into red and violet in lightning sparks.
--Oh. Well, I don’t see anything strange about it.
--And then the thing that I’m here with you instead of sleeping in my dormitory.
--Well, I didn’t ask you to come.
--You didn’t, but Snape did.
--Oh now, so that’s why you followed me in the dark hoping I wouldn’t notice the tail?
--Ha, well, initially, that was my plan but then I decided otherwise and here I am.
--Well, at least you’re not boring.
--I guess so.
--And I wonder where is all of our hatred?
--Well, that was just imposed on us, wasn’t it? We just couldn’t behave any other way so we surrendered to demands of the world.
--I guess so.
--Yeah.
--How do you feel about all those fans we have?
--Oh, I don’t really care about them.
--No, I mean about them wanting us to be together.
--Oh, they do? You mean all of them?
--No, I guess only the most perverted ones.
--Ha, just let them think whatever they want to think.
--I think so too.
--And what about you?
--What?
--How do you feel about that?
--I just told you.
--Oh.
--Naw, they’re just wrong about all of this.
--Why?
--We just don’t fit each other.
--Why’s that?
--Well, you’re just the absolute opposite of me.
--Meaning I’m much smarter and meaner?
--Well, essentially, yes.
--Hm, that’s a smart guess.
--So, they’re wrong. I mean kind people do not fall in love with mean ones and smarties do not like dummies.
--I guess so.
--Yeah.
--Though I’m still not sure.
--About what?
--I mean I never felt anything but hatred to you around other people but when I was alone I never felt anything about you.
--The same way with me.
--So, maybe if we tried…
--Tried loving each other?
--Mmm, yeah.
--And what would happen then?
--We’ll see.
--Shall we start then?
--Ok
--Err.
--So adoring.
--Sorry.
--Its ok. Start all over again.
--Um, hi.
--Hi.
--What’s your name?
--Draco.
--Mine’s Harry, nice to meet you here in Madam Malkin’s robes shop.
--Yeah, I think so too. You’ve got great emerald green eyes, Harry.
--Ow, thanks, and you’ve got great silver gray eyes, Draco.
--Thanks, I know.
--That’s good.
--Do you know what house are you in?
--No.
--I hope I’m in Slytherin. It would be a shame if I would get sorted in Hufflepuff, though that’s highly unlikely to happen.
--Hey, you’re starting the old way.
--Oh, am I? Well, sorry.
--You start now.
--Hi, my name is Draco and I love your emerald green eyes, Harry.
--Wait, how d’you know my name was Harry?
--Damn, I’m tired of this. Looks like we’re never to reshape the history of our relationships.
--So hatred and war again?
--Yeah, but not now and here.
--Why?
--Because no one sees us and we don’t have to pretend.
--But I don’t pretend to hate you. I really do.
--I do too but only around others, don’t you?
--I guess you’re right. Truce then?
--Till we get back.
--Deal.
--Maybe we should get some sleep before the final battle?
--You’re actually right, Malfoy.
--Ok then, Potter, good night and have nice dreams.
--Thanks, you too.
--See you in the morning.
--Which I hope does not come till the very end of my life.
--Hey, we have a truce here.
--I know, but I didn’t mean you, Malfoy, I meant that I don’t want to fight.
--You wont be alone.
--I hope.
--I’m serious. I’m here to help you and the world.
--Then its fine if the sun rises.
--Good for you.
--Thanks, Malfoy.
--You’re welcome.
--Wake up, Potter.
--Oh, is it morning already?
--Yeah, far past nine.
--We’re late.
--I know.
--I guess we should go back then.
--Yeah.
--What shall we tell them?
--The truth.
--That we overslept the final battle for the world?
--Well yeah, why not?
--I underestimated you, Potter. That’s a good idea.
--Lets just have a cup of coffee and start for the road.
--Fine with me.
--Here you go.
--Hot and tasty.
--Cofoconjuro spell.
--Where did you learn that?
--At Mrs. Weasley’s house. She didn’t have much time to get us something and she conjured some coffee with Texas bread.
--Nice. I learned the lesson. Next time I’ll conjure one myself.
--Ok, you finished?
--Yeah, lets go then.
--Right.
--How long were we walking?
--About three hours.
--So we still have seven hours to go.
--Aha.
--What time is it?
--We have two hours left.
--Good.
--Here’s the home sweet home.
--Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall!
--Nice to see you.
--How was the battle?
--Nothing interesting.
--We overslept.
--Oh.