"I can't and I don't want to" Harry said.
"I don't want to be a hero."
"Don't want to what?" Draco asked. He was sitting on the windowsill with his legs stretched out towards Harry, who was slumped on the stairs.
He glanced at his book and memorised the page number before letting it slip out of his hands and swung his legs up around to cross them.
"anything" Harry replied, sighing. "I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because thenI'lll be expected to just finish it."
Draco tilted his head and said, "Now, now, Potter, that doesn't sound like 'the chosen one' talking"
"I don't want to be a hero"
"Liar." Draco's eyes were cool grey and serious.
"Today. I don't want to be a hero today, sometimes it's all too much."
Draco smiled and climbed down off the windowsill and left the book in his place. He reached his hand down to Harry's, "come on, let's go for a stroll around the grounds."