Hopeless
Disclaimer: Neither the characters or locations are mine; they belong to J. K. Rowling and various affiliated companies. No plagiarism or copyright infringement is intended. All characters will be returned safe and sound with smiles on their faces and food in their bellies. :D
A/N: So, I know I'm s'posed to be working on my sequel to "Losing Control", but…I was out at baseball for 9 hours one day and I heard "Sic Transit Gloria…Glory Fades" by Brand New and I thought of this, so I figured I'd write it and put it up. I am working on my sequel though…it's just…difficult… I'll try and get at least Chapter 1 up by the end of February. Anyway, enjoy "Hopeless"… It's short but sweet. :D
Draco chewed his lower lip nervously, hoping that he wouldn't come, yet, at the same time, hoping he would. It was nearly the end of their final year…soon he wouldn't have to – or be able to – see him again…but the question was…did he care? Draco thought back to the first time…when he had been the one in control. Now he was a pathetic mess, unable to say no, or unwilling…he didn't know.
'Where is he?' Draco whispered.
He didn't want to want him…to need him. He flinched as he broke the skin of his lip, the metallic tang of blood distracting him momentarily. Warm hands covered his eyes and Draco smiled without meaning to. He felt soft lips pressing against his and moaned softly. Yet he knew what he had to do.
'This is the last time…' he said.
The hands were removed and Harry smiled, pressing his hips against Draco's.
'Of course.' Harry said smugly, knowing the lie.
Draco hated him in that moment; hated him for he knew he was right. He would be waiting again next time, and the time after that, and forever, if Harry only hinted that he would meet him. It made Draco sick. He had never before behaved this way… As Harry pulled Draco's clothes off Draco's mind raced. He had to get out…
After Harry was done Draco pulled his knees to his chest, trying to deny the truth; he loved Harry. He had known this when he had helped him against the Dark Lord…hell, he had probably known it since the first time he had seen him. But still…he couldn't love him. It was intolerable. But as Harry whispered when and where they were to meet next Draco felt himself nod, and was ashamed of his lack of self-control.
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Draco sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, staring at Harry. He had decided that it had been the last time. No more would Potter use him…no more, even though he found himself wanting to be used one last time. But he had to be strong. He had to refuse. It was simple; he just wouldn't show up. Then it would be over. Forever. Harry looked at Draco and smirked, and Draco felt his resolve waver. It was hopeless. He had to get out of there. He stood up, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't even care. He had to get out of there. As he stalked away his arm was grabbed and he was spun around. He found himself face to face with emerald eyes, stained with concern. Soft lips pressed against his and the hall fell silent. Three little words were whispered and Draco knew it was hopeless. He would never be able to leave Harry.
'I love you too…' Draco whispered in response.