It's Too Late to Apologize

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The Apology Meme



You've done something incredibly stupid. Maybe you've said the wrong thing. Maybe you broke something that wasn't yours. Or, maybe you broke a promise. Whatever the reason, you have to find a way to apologize to the person you hurt.

Rules:

1. Post with your character name, fandom and preferences.
2. People reply to you using RNG (or not) to pick an option from both lists.
3. Roleplay the apology and decide if the person can ever be forgiven.
4. Have fun!

The Reasons

01. Caught Lying - Maybe you thought they wouldn't find out, or maybe you thought they wouldn't care. Whatever the reason, the other person is now mad at you.

02. Caught Cheating - You had an affair and you loved found out. Or, maybe you cheated on a test or game.

03. Heat of the Moment - The two of you were fighting and some hurtful things were said. Now it's time to make amends.

04. Broke Something - Whether it was on purpose or on accident, you broke something belonging to the other person.

05. Snooping - You were caught snooping in the other person's stuff, or maybe even their email or phone.

06. Gossip - The other person told you a huge secret, and you blabbed it to anyone who would listen.

07. Wildcard - Pick your own scenario!

The Apologies

01. Letter/email/text - It's kind of cheap, but it's a start, right?

02. Phone Call - Maybe calling them is a food first step.

03. Flowers - Have them delivered to them, or take them there yourself.

04. A Gift - It can as small, or as big as you'd like.

05. A Surprise Weekend Away - Maybe getting away will solve the problem.

06. Makeup Sex - Maybe it won't solve all your problems, but it's fun!

07. Wildcard - Whatever you'd like.

Comments

[pure_blood]

[Draco had considered ignoring Harry's note for a while. But in the end he decided he'd go ahead and hear him out. War is over after all.

After making Harry wait a few painful minutes he decided to stroll down the stairs. He nodded at Harry as he walked up to him.]

Potter. You wanted to speak with me? Let's go into the Library...

[He lead Harry along into a Library with a huge Fireplace and big comfortable leather chairs. He told a Elf to bring them some tea before hand and the Elf had already brought it as he slowly sat down. He gestured to the other chair.]

Please sit, Potter.

[OOC: I may or may not respond again tonight, got Summer Class early tomorrow. But tomorrow afternoon! :D]

[hpotter]

[Harry had learned a lot about his own temper and his apparent difficulty in controlling it. He could see exactly what Malfoy was doing to try to agitate him on purpose, but he wasn't going to rise to the bait. He was there for one purpose: to move on with his life in a productive way.]

Thanks. I'd rather stand, if that's all right. I don't want to impose. I really just came here to... um... well, to apologise. Particularly for the incident in the toilet.

[He did feel genuinely wretched about that. Thinking back on it, there was a bitter irony that Snape had come to Malfoy's rescue when Harry had gotten the spell from Snape's book in the first place.]

[pure_blood]

[He shrugged and let him speak, picking up some tea to sip on but he had to set it down almost instantly.]

.....It was a fitting end to a horrible day.

[He frowned briefly, as if remembering what it was like to suddenly be sliced up so many times... he touched his own side where a scar that never completely healed was hidden.]

....My Mother will never forgive you.

[Though he isn't sure if he will or not. He continued in his normal drawling voice, face back to normal.]

I suppose I should return the favor....For being a prat all those years...

[hpotter]

[When he thought about everything that he knew about Draco Malfoy, when he added up all the petty annoyances, all the attempted sabbotages, he knew that only the mildest of his transgressions were actually Draco's idea. He'd nearly killed Ron and Katie, but it wasn't a competition. Harry was supposed to be better than that, but he'd sunk to Malfoy's level when he used a spell against him that he had no understanding of before the word left his lips.]

Your mum sort of saved my life, as well, so I think we're good. For what it's worth, I consider it a debt to her. You and I... well, I think the scales are pretty even between us, don't you?

[pure_blood]

[He hadn't really had a choice in the matters really. If he had talked to anyone it was his life and his parents. He leaned forward a moment putting his hand under his chin, as if lost in thought then he glanced up at Harry and nodded.]

I suppose it does, Potter.

[He leaned back arms on either side of the big leather chair. He looks away towards the window now.]

....I was always jealous of you, Potter.

[hpotter]

[Harry almost forgot the peace offering that he'd brought with him, but Malfoy's words pulled him up short. He gave him an incredulous look.]

Jealous? Of me? What... why the Hell would you be jealous of me?

[pure_blood]

Potter...from the day you arrived at Hogwarts, you were some kind of Hero, every year you "saved the day" and came to everyone's rescue. Almost your whole life people were talking about how "Great Harry Potter" is.

[He frowns not meeting his eye.]

You blew me off....hated me from the start almost. Just because I had been raised by bigots. It wasn't my fault I acted the way I did, when hate is driven into your brain so often it is obvious what you'll become. You'd think that Saint Potter would have tried to save me...

[hpotter]

[Harry was both incensed and fascinated by Malfoy's point of view on this. And since neither of them seemed inclined to start throwing hexes at each other, might as well clear this up for good and all.]

You realise I spent my childhood in a cupboard, basically, and then when I finally found something remotely like happiness I found out that the most dangerously insane wizard ever to walk the earth had a) killed my parents, and b) intended to kill me as soon as he could manage it. Honestly, I'd take a pair of bigots who thought the sun rose and set on my arse over that any day, Malfoy.

And as far as hating you from the start... well... all right. You insulted Ron for being poor, and I was an orphan wearing hand-me-downs. What was I supposed to say?

[pure_blood]

He made fun of my name, you know? I was just responding, as an immature child would.

Yes yes, Potter was a victim from the start. Voldemort killed a lot of people's parents, children, family, friends. But you were so special everyone had to get close to you and if people didn't like it well...they were wrong.

I didn't want to do the things I was forced to do in the end. I thought being a Deatheater would have been amazing as a boy, but once I saw the true extent of the violence and horror....I couldn't handle it, but then I had no choice.

[He is tired of fighting, tired of War. There is just isn't much point to it now is there?]

[hpotter]

[He should have realised that it was pointless to try to get any pity from Draco Malfoy. Harry didn't really think Malfoy's life was all that great, either. He just took issue with the idea that he was somehow lucky to be... well, Harry Potter.]

Oh. Almost forgot. [He pulled Draco's wand out of his back pocket and handed it over.] I thought... you might still want it back. I got a new one, anyway.

[pure_blood]

[He glanced over his fingers tapping the sides of the chair lightly, then he reaches out and takes the wand.]

I had replaced mine as well, but...it didn't respond the way this one did.

....Thanks for returning it, Potter.

[He squeezes the wand briefly before setting it aside.]

[hpotter]

There's nothing like your first...

[The pause seemed uncomfortable, like being civil was not what he was used to around Malfoy. He felt fidgety and shoved his hands in his pockets, then changed his mind and folded his arms around his middle.]

So. Anyway. That's basically what I came to say. Sorry about... you know. And you've no reason to be jealous of me. It's not like I was famous because of anything spectacular I did. Someone else might have done it all loads better in the same circumstance.

[pure_blood]

No there is not.

And it wasn't just the fame, it was the love too, Potter. I had my Mother and Father yes, but I didn't have friends like you did. Granger, and the Weasley's, even Longbottom. I had bodyguards, servants, thugs. But no friends. But, thats something I will have to deal with.

[He stands up and holds out his hand, maybe this time he won't blow him off.]

[hpotter]

[He's a little surprised. He always thought that Crabbe and Goyle were intellectually beneath Malfoy, but he'd thought they were friends, at least. When Draco extended his hand, Harry didn't hesitate to take it. He'd rejected him once, and it had caused nearly a decade of bitterness. It was time to put all of that behind them.]

It's never too late to make friends.

[pure_blood]

[A rare true smile crosses his lips, not a smirk, or a sneer, a smile. and He shakes Harry's hand firmly. He had mourned Crabbe's death, he had kinda seen them as his friends, but they weren't like Granger and Weasely are for Potter.]

No it's not, Potter.

[hpotter]

[Harry smiled back, but an unfortunate and unwelcome flutter in his stomach made it a slightly strained one. Maybe being civil to Malfoy wasn't the best plan, all things considered. He nodded a little and released Draco's hand.]

I should go. But, um, yeah. Glad we cleared that up. I'll see you later, Malfoy.

[pure_blood]

[Draco was a tad confused, but nodded. What was that face he had for a second....? Never the less.]

Yes of course. See you around, Potter.