This story is dedicated to all those who like harry and draco as much as I do ^^

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♦ The eavesdropper on the wall ♦


All my life there has been nothing but loneliness, struggle and fear of the future. The future that will bring everything that will overshadow what has happened so far.
These three iron chains have held me captive since I was little.
These are the very things that turn a person's entire life upside down. In rapid succession. I never felt anything as direct as love until I finally got to Hogwarts. There I made friends who understood me. Is that really the case? Yes and no. After all, they can feel lucky to have parents or at least someone to look after them.
You can count yourself lucky not to have been part of such a heavy burden as I was fortunate enough to do.

These two sentences are so firmly burned in my head and I admonish myself over and over again, don't be so selfish, don't be so jealous. Please be glad that they are doing so well.
But it's not like that in my heart and that's exactly what I sometimes don't want to admit to myself.

....

God. Be. Thanks.

Could one hate a school subject any more than potions? I don't think that question needs an answer, does it?
Well, it's not because my brewed potions never reach the desired goal - ... well ... actually they do - but in any case it is much more because of this stupid, miserable, sick, fat-haired, "Oh , I'm so mean and you can't do anything about it "- Thinker ... well, let's just say briefly: it's up to Snape.
If anyone in the world would say that there is no one who can piss you off every day, I could prove them wrong.

Snorting anger, I turn around the next aisle corner.The only thing that would distract me now is dinner in the great hall and that's exactly where I want to go.
Still sighing theatrically, I walk down the last stairs that lead to the gate of the hall and the smell of various roasts and pies wafts towards me. The result can already be seen: my stomach growls.

But suddenly my thoughts, in which I am heartily biting into a chicken leg, get a damper when someone pushes me roughly and I hit the hard wall.
"Don't just stand idly in the way, Potter!"
I moan. First Snape and now Draco Malfoy, who is also one of the top places on my "People I Would Love To Avoid" list!
I'm more than satisfied that Malfoy and his two half-apes named Crabbe and Goyle don't seem to feel the need to get into a deeper ... let's say "discussion" and I follow them into the Great Hall with a thoughtful face.

As I have for a long time, I can feel all the looks that people throw at me from my house as I walk through the large gate. And every damn time a chill runs down my spine and I look down.
When I sit down at the table, those who were unlucky enough to sit next to me jerk a few centimeters away from me and again I feel this inner stitch that I have been feeling so often lately.

Slowly I lift my head and look at my counterparts and I only get more glances with a touch of pity that come from none other than my best friends Ron and Hermione.
I laboriously try to put on a mask that should radiate: "Hey, everything is okay! Please stop looking at me like that. I'm fine, as always!"
And indeed. I succeed to some extent, but again I feel this pain inside again when, due to my apparently "convincing" look, their faces brighten and they give me a smile that doesn't seem to reach me at all.Nobody understands me. Not even my best friends. I was so looking forward to the meal, but now I only reached for my fork half-heartedly. The sudden clearing of Ron’s throat is only vague and I look up curiously.
"Um ... well ... Harry, I don't know how to explain this to you ... but ..."
I don't miss the fact that his hand is lost on Hermione's and a pink settles on Ron's cheeks, that violently bites the color with his red hair. Now I look waiting at Hermione, who has now also assumed a healthy shade.
"Harry, what Ron is saying is that he and me ... well ... you know ..."
A touch of astonishment flashes through me, but not because of this news, but because I am not at all surprised about it and can be happy.
"Oh. Really very nice for you, I'm happy. Congratulations." And before I know it, I got up and left the two of them with a disappointed expression on their faces.

Where did I want to go again? In the common room? No, unfortunately not. Too many pairs of curious eyes. To Hagrid? Hardly likely. He's currently sitting in the Great Hall and is making a competition with catches. Yes, but what other alternatives were there ...

I slowly stop when I feel a cool but pleasant breeze. Without my noticing it, fate had let me run to the Hogwarts Bridge, which connects Hogwarts and the grounds.
An appreciative whistle hisses from my lips as I bend slightly over the railing and look down into a, really, - well, and I'm not exaggerating - really, very dark depth.

Quietly a thought creeps into me at the sight of this rumbling depth, which is unsettling but also contains a small spark of liberation.
What would happen if I left all of this behind me now?I can already see the headlines of the Daily Prophet in front of me: "Harry Potter - redeems himself from the fight with the dark lord" or "Harry Potter - but too cowardly to look the dark in the face?"

Would anyone actually have any other thoughts than "Oh God and who should you-know-who destroy now?"
"Pah! It would always be the same. From this point of view there is no one who is really there for me. Who understands me and whom I can trust. What is the point then ?!"
I slowly lean a little further over the railing and clench my fingers tightly around the stone grille.

"You don't want to jump something, Potter ???"
I turn around with a jerk and I can't really believe that it's Draco Malfoy who is looking at me with eyes wide in shock.
"What would it be of your business if it did?" I whisper, turning away from Malfoy again.
"Oh, I can think of a lot why it was my business. Let's just consider that if you jumped and they saw me here, the others would think I was pushing you and besides I would have, if you jumped, there would be no one left to pester. "I heard the latter with a little touch of black humor and uncertainty, whereupon a smile crosses my face.
“There are two good reasons.” “Probably not, but if that convinces you, then that's fine with me.” “Not really.” And despite my words I turn around and let myself sink to the floor. I feel Malfoy approach and finally, to my surprise, sit down next to me.

"I saw what was during dinner and then followed you."
So something's wrong here, right? Why should Malfoy run after me when I'm not doing so well ...? But I keep my mouth shut for now and just look at him a little suspiciously from the side."So, please don't think that I'm worried about you or anything! It looked ... just a little strange when it got a bit too much for the hero of the wizarding community. But what actually interests me is what is Is your side going on at the moment? "" My side? "" Well, I mean the Gryffindors in general! "" I don't see what that concerns you. "I turn around to him when he suddenly starts giggling very softly, which is great seldom happens, actually only when he's ... gleeful.
"It was so clear that you were saying that, Potter. But now I want to tell you something. Everyone has noticed lately that something is wrong with you. You are much calmer, but more irritated. You hardly do anything anymore with your mud blood friends but just hanging around like a doused poodle in the area. Logically everyone asks what is wrong with our hero. "
I don't know why this was happening to me at the moment, but when Malfoy started talking about it, I felt a heavy pounding in my heart and all of a sudden I got angry and jumped up.
"You want to know what's wrong with me ?! EVERYONE wants to know! But good, if you can't take it without it! I'm scared !! Ok ?! Are you satisfied now ?!" Malfoy flinched briefly, imperceptibly. but he continues to look at me steadfastly. "Why?" "That is clear! The strongest magician in the world lurks out there who wants to slaughter me!" I hiss at him. "I don't believe you." "What?" "I don't believe you. If it had been, you would have gone out much earlier."

Startled, I stop in my movement. How could ... he know! He had seen through me. My archenemy ... just my archenemy. Somewhat off the track, I sat down next to him again and looked at him attentively.
"How ...?" "How do I know, Potter? Well, you only have to look at you once. You no longer have parents, your godfather is, as I heard, dead too, and your friends prefer to be with themselves busy than to stand by you.I just think your problem is that you think you have to go through it all by yourself and that's what you're scared of. You think you have no one you can confide in or who honestly gives you a little affection or something like that. And I think that Potter, it's your biggest problem. "

Without waiting for my answer, he suddenly stood up. "Potter, I give you one more piece of advice. Don't always take everything too seriously, just enjoy your life sometimes, because otherwise nothing will change about it. Oh and by the way," he turned back completely and suddenly spoke to someone like that warm smile like I had never seen it from him to me, "if you have problems or something and you can't tell anyone, just come to me because nobody will find out from me anyway." "... I can honestly trust you? "" Yes.

-Wumm- the penny had fallen.

As if in a trance, I got up and turned away from him, noticing that my eyes were getting wet. It could only be a dream.
Draco Malfoy wanted to be there for me. Just him!
"That ... was the first time that someone said something like that to me ..." I whisper in a broken voice.
"Well, Potter, you're making