Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling or Taylor Swift so I own nothing but the plot :)

Summary: Draco ended an almost one year relationship with Harry and now Harry is left with nothing but memories that remembers all too well. Based on Taylor Swift's "All Too Well." HP/DM, rated M for future chapters.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but it kind of took on a mind of it's own. So instead it will be a multi-chapter story, 9 chapters in all at this point. This chapter is kind of short, but the next one will be longer. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Harry Potter sat in his favorite chair in his living room, absently staring at the fire and occasionally taking a sip of his glass of firewhisky. This was where he could be found basically every night for the past 46 days. Forty-six: that was the amount of days it had been since Harry's world fell apart, the number of days since Draco Malfoy had walked out of his life and didn't look back. Just thinking about it made Harry's heart feel as though it was breaking all over again, hence the now empty glass in his hand. His third, or was it fourth?, of the night. It didn't much matter what number he was on as it wasn't his first and it wouldn't be his last. Eventually, when he could no longer think properly, he would stumble to bed, take a potion to prevent a hangover, and pass out. Then tomorrow he would do it all again. Lather, rinse, and repeat.

Harry hated that he was so bloody affected by the break-up, but he couldn't seem to shake himself out of the funk it had put him in. He and Draco had been seeing each other close to a year when everything had fallen apart. They had spent the first four or so months shagging on a regular basis, neither willing to admit that there was anything more to their relationship. Once they had admitted their mutual feelings, things had only gotten better. The only downfall to their relationship was that they had agreed to keep it a secret, given their history together. Harry had thought they would eventually go public, but apparently Draco had disagreed. And that was what had ended up being the catalyst of their break-up.

46 days ago

Harry and Draco sat at Harry's kitchen table, eating dinner that they had made together. It was an average Wednesday night for the couple, who had taken to spending at least two or three nights during the week together. Draco cleared his throat tentatively. "So," he began, more apprehensive than was characteristic of him. "I was thinking maybe we could go away this weekend, just the two of us. Maybe to Paris or Venice, wherever you want to go really. We could stay at a Muggle hotel, be tourists."

Harry smiled fondly at his boyfriend, touched at the suggestion. "I wish I could, but I promised Ron and Hermione they could take me out to the pub for my birthday since I haven't seen them as much lately. I think they're so excited to have a night out without the baby that they've gone a little overboard. They've invited everyone we know," Harry replied with a chuckle.

"I should have figured the great Harry Potter would have plans on his birthday. Silly me," Draco responded with a smirk, his tone light. Harry could tell he was disappointed though. He only reverted to calling Harry things like the "great Harry Potter" and the "Chosen One" when he was upset. It was something of a defense mechanism that once Harry had figured this out no longer caused him to fly off the handle and snap something scathing back.

Harry simply rolled his eyes and reached out to give Draco's hand a reassuring squeeze. "We could go the weekend after," he suggested hopefully.

Draco shrugged noncommittally. "I suppose, but I wanted to do something special for your actual birthday," he answered, not meeting Harry's eyes.

"Well then come to the pub with me!" Harry proposed excitedly. He had been looking for an excuse to broach the subject of telling their friends about their relationship, and this seemed like the perfect time. He could even play the "it's my birthday" card if need be.

Draco blanched at the idea, the blood draining from his face. "Ha ha, Potter, very funny. Do you want me to be murdered on your birthday?" Draco shot back, his voice not betraying his inner panic.

Harry shook his head in amusement. "No one is going to try and murder you if you're there with me, especially on my birthday," he pointed out.

"You can't be serious about this," Draco said, voice completely void of emotion.

"Well why not?" Harry demanded, starting to get a little annoyed at Draco's reaction. "It's my birthday, and I want my boyfriend there. Is that such a crime?"

"It is when we agreed we would keep this a secret!" Draco exclaimed in dismay.

"Don't you think it's about time we start telling people about us? It's been almost a year," Harry argued.

"No! Absolutely bloody not! It's too soon after the war. I was a marked Death Eater, Harry, and you're the Boy Who Lived Twice. There's no way people will understand," Draco retorted, silently pleading the other man to see where he was coming from.

"Who cares if people understand? I love you, you love me. That's all that should matter!" Harry returned, trying but failing to keep his voice from rising.

"Easy for you to say! You're not the one who's going to be bombarded with hate mail and probably hexed every time he goes out in public because he's corrupted the bloody savior of the wizarding world!" Draco yelled back.

"Don't be ridiculous! No one is going to hex you!" At this point, both of them had jumped out of their seats and were screaming at each other.

"You don't know that! You have no fucking idea what it was like after the war ended. I had to cast a Protego or a Disillusionment whenever I left the bloody house, or I risked bodily harm. I can't go back to that. I just can't, please understand, Harry," Draco pleaded.

"This all seems like a convenient excuse not to tell people. There's no way to know whether that would happen again. It seems to me that maybe you're just ashamed of me," Harry challenged.

"How can you even say that?! You know I love you, but I just think it's too soon. We agreed to keep it secret, and things are going so well. Why rock the boat?" Draco asked earnestly.

"Because this relationship isn't going anywhere if we can't admit to our friends that it's happening! I'm sick of being your dirty little secret, Malfoy," Harry emphasized the last word spitefully.

Draco's face fell, and he was silent for a beat as he stared down at the floor. When he raised his eyes to meet Harry's a moment later, they were bright with unshed tears. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but if that's how you feel then I can't do this anymore."

And before Harry even had a chance to respond, Draco had Disapparated out of Harry's house and out of his life, very likely for good.

Harry shook himself out of the memories and growled in frustration. Why did he continue to torture himself by reliving that damn argument every night? He drained the rest of his fifth, or sixth?, firewhisky and threw the crystal glass against the nearest wall. He watched in satisfaction as glittery shards exploded after the impact, landing on the floor, the pieces reminding Harry very much of his broken heart.