Copy of a Copy of a Copy ✔️

Chapter 7

"It does actually."

"I'll keep you safe, I promise. From other drivers and everyone who's going to try asking you out."

"Why would anyone try asking me out? They don't even know me."

"Because you're extremely attractive?"

"Obviously, but that doesn't answer my question. Where's the courting? Asking for permission from the parents? They won't even know my name!"

"Muggles don't care about all of that. I don't think anyone has done courting for at least a hundred years."

"So you just approach complete strangers because you think they're attractive and ask them out?," Draco asked slowly, seeking clarification. "You're not having me on?"

"I mean I don't do that, but yeah it happens."

"Has it ever happened to you?"

"A few times," Harry admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did you actually go out with these strangers?"

"What's with the sudden interest in my love life?," Harry asked with a laugh.

"I was your sworn enemy, it's my duty to know everything about you."

"No, I've never gone out with any strangers, Malfoy. I don't have time for all of that, especially with a muggle. Before all of this, yeah I could've seen myself with a muggle. Now? I can't imagine being with someone not of the wizarding world and not being able to discuss my past. My parents' legacy deserves to be told for what it was. I don't want to continue on the lie that they died in a car accident. They are worth so much more than that.

It's just so complicated, you know? I wake up every day coming off a few hours of sleep and I feel so unfulfilled. It's like I've already served my life's purpose, so what else is there? Sometimes I want to get in my car and just drive until I run out of road and go from there..."

Harry snorted at the irony of Copy of a Copy of a Copy coming on and tried to focus on the song as he began to talk.

*It's an old curse, dreamers divin' head first
Broken beaks and dead birds
Can't get through the glass*

Draco didn't know what to say. He was processing all of this new information about Potter when he spoke up again, but he noticed the change in mood as the song came on. Harry became more somber, more reflective.

"You're one of those scary good listener types aren't you? You don't respond so I feel obligated to keep talking and fill up the silence by spilling my guts."

*There's no use cryin' over spilled blood
Carin' only kills love
A kiss won't bring it back*

Draco wondered if this was how Harry felt, that there was no use looking for love because it couldn't mend old wounds.

"Hey, that was all you! I'm trying not to be insensitive and process everything you've told me before I formulate a response."

*I know that the first blow hits you cold*

"You're just thinking of more questions to ask," Harry teased.

Did Harry consider Draco's questions to be similar to being struck? If he wasn't expecting them, Draco only imagined what a shock they could end up bringing.

*Young man, hush your crying, dry your tears away
Nothing is original, there's nothing left to say*

"I'm actually thinking about how I feel the same way. That I don't have a purpose and I'm just here. Even when I was told that I had a purpose, I sucked at it. There isn't anything for me now."