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Draco was dressed not in his robes. The balm he created with his cauldron and supplies took care of the remaining burns nicely, with little scarring, if any.

He was dressed in dark green tunic, and trousers. Sleek, ideal for swift movement. He was outside, practicing moves with his dagger again. He was becoming increasingly efficient, and deadly in the grace he employed as he turned, and spun. His slight form being an advantage in this case.

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Danny kept on swinging. This was what he was going for. It was a risk, but he needed proof, he needed to be sure.

"Go right ahead! I'm just some filthy muggle, right? Or am I better than that, because I have powers? You can't seem to make you're mind, can you."

"You're not a muggle or a wizard, you're just some weird ghostly freak! And you're not one to talk about making up your mind either!" Draco shot back as he ducked. The dagger was out, but he was still on defensive. He hadn't used the blade just yet. "What are you anyway? You can't decide either!"

Ow.

OH HE DID NOT GO THERE.

"Maybe it's because I don't know," Danny said furiously, kicking low. "But one thing I do know is I'd never betray a friend! I wouldn't even do it to someone I hate!"

Betraying Dash to someone like Blodwen? Comepletely out of the question. As much as he hated the bully, it was still wrong.

Oh yeah, he TOTALLY went there.

"Well, then don't yell at me for not deciding! At least I know what I am, and where I come from. Pity you're clueless there," Draco sneered back even as he fell backwards. He scrambled backwards before he stood up again.

"Yes, well you weren't my friend at the time. Simply an asset, though now I wonder why I bothered. You can't even keep control of yourself! At least I don't turn into a bloody mental psychotic with uncontrollable powers!"

Danny got his hands wrapped in Draco's collar, went down, and threw him.

Draco really yelped at that, and tried to stab Danny in the foot. But he ended being hurled through the air. He tried to conjure some pillows to land in, but he was panicking, and not enough time for it. So there was just grassy ground to break his fall.

He briefly laughed derisively, "You're just hacked off because I'm right! You're not a muggle or a wizard. Barely human even. In my world, you'd be nothing better than a servant." Maybe he was going way too far now, but he didn't care at the moment. Just revenge on the past. Never mind the hurt he caused. At the moment, he considered it an unhappy accident.

Danny just stood there breathing heavily for a moment, glaring daggers.

Then he changed.

"Finally decided to show your true self, eh?"

But Danny didn't attack Draco again.

"I wonder what yours would look like, Draco."

Draco snorted, "Sorry to disappoint you, but this is it."

He added, after stashing his knife and wand away somewhere in a pouch, "Unless you mean this?" And he shifted to his Animagus form. Namely that same white fox Danny briefly saw before.

"I'm surprised it's not a rat."

And Danny turned away, starting to walk back in.

The fox turned back, and now Draco remarked as he retrieved his wand and blade, "No, that's Pettigrew. Another sort of traitor. People ended up *dead* because of him." Somehow it was matter of fact, yet prideful, and maybe even a hint of sadness.

He stopped. He turned around.

"You two have a lot in common, then, huh. A guy like that must be the kind of person you want to be. Well, good going, dude, you're halfway there. Maybe next time, huh? Maybe next time someone will die because of it. This time was disappointing that way, wasn't it. But you came so close. You just have to try a little harder and then you can knock off a few innocent people."

"No, he was a fool. And still is. Went crawling back to his master," Draco remarked.

There was a brief thunk of a dagger landing in the dirt in between them.

And finally.

"I can't. Not like that..."

"You almost did. You almost made it so that every person in the bar would have been murdered. Like that...like that nothing can stop me. Nothing can touch me. But even if you don't think it would've been your fault, at the end of it, the blood would've been on my hands. Not yours. Not hers. Mine."

He pushed a hand through white hair. "Do you think I could have lived with that? Do you think I could go back and kill everyone I care about, kill my city, my world--and live with that? The second I ever had control again..."

He shook his head. "So even even if you wouldn't have been responsible for all those deaths...you would have been responsible for mine."

A bitter expression stole over his face. "Of course, that doesn't matter to you, does it. I'm not human. I'm just some inhuman freak in your eyes, aren't I. Worse than a muggle."

He shook his head again and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Obviously you're not sorry at all, and since all that happened because I ran into help you, apparently I put myself through all that for nothing. At least I know for sure now."

"I told you before when it happened, to stop, to not help me! I didn't ask for anybody's help, I didn't want it! I was handling it myself. You nwouldn't have to have gotten hurt. That's the soddin' problem with you hero types. Always sticking your neck out, and you're just going to lose your head for your trouble. Not worth it. Don't save me, because if you were like that, I wouldn't save you. It's not me, I'm not a hero."

Draco then added, "I swear though, I didn't know about the rest of that until it was too late, what you could do, or become. And don't presume what I might or might not be sorry for, or what I think. Gotten bloody tired of how I'm supposed to be."

"I didn't do it because I'm a hero," Danny said. "I did it because I thought I was your friend."

Because that's what it came down to. He didn't care if Draco was a little snot, or evil, or whatever. So long as it wasn't in Amity Park, and no one was getting hurt right in front of him, it wasn't his concern.

"You helped me back home, fighting that troll-ghost, and so I helped you. And I can forgive friends if they do something horrible to me, but you just try to find excuses for what you did, instead of saying you're sorry. And meaning it."

Draco scoffed, "Why do you think I helped you then? Because if it was anybody else, I would have told them to stuff it. Probably would have laughed at them."

He then added rather sincerely, "I'm not sorry for what I did, I'm sorry that I got you involved like that. You deserve better."

A long pause, as he considered very carefully the sincerity of the wizard's words.

Then he turned human again and scratched the back of his head.

"So. Bygones?"

Draco wondered himself, and then just shrugged, "If you want. Had one ghost for an almost friend, and you're not nearly as weepy and whiny as her. More of an agony aunt than anything with her. You'd be an improvement, at least you're still alive, and partly normal." He smirked some.

Danny couldn't help but grin.

"Partly."

He floated up an sat on a rock.

"Some ground rules though. One, I leave your evil parents alone if you leave the fact that I'm a complete freak alone."

"Fair enough. I can't imagine them approving of you anyway since you are technically a muggle. Rather sharpish about it, too."

"I meant I leave them alone in conversation," said Danny. "That I'm avoiding them like the plague is a given. Anyone snottier than you I'd have to kick around."

But it was said teasingly, like he might say something to Tucker.

Draco smirked, "If somebody was, I'd help. I took care to get that title fair and square."

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