'Of course it hurts. Of course it fucking hurts. I try and I try and I try but you throw it back into my face every. Single. Time. It's not a normal situation but it was never going to be was it? And how do you think that every time you cry I'm fine? It is not a game to me. Your words cut deep and how can you not hear my screams?! How do you not see that I'm dying inside? You're supposed to love me for merlin's sake! You're supposed to be the one standing behind my protego not the reason I'm casting it. How can you stand there and ask me why I am broken and how did I get here and what
is
wrong
when you didn't care from the beginning?'
'Don't say that Dra-'
'Don't say it! I put everything on the line for you and you didn't give a shit. We go round fucking and fighting and pretending the other doesn't exist when everyone else is around. And then we do it all again. I don't want to pretend that I don't care about you; I want to scream from the rooftops that you're my boyfriend. But you don't. And I'm fine with that, I'm fine with you being scared about being outed. But to be ashamed of me? You have told no one Harry. No one. Because you're too damn scared about how it will affect your reputation. You threw the last newspaper that dared to print about you down the toilet. You're just too fucking ashamed of me.
I don't want to hear it any more. I don't want to hear the excuses and the apologies and the promises. So I'm sorry. And I'm out.'
'Draco please you don't mean that?'
'I'm done Harry.'
'I can do better!'
'Harry.'
'Yes?'
'I'm done.'
