Disclaimer: don't own Harry or Draco. they belong to the lady with the magic pen. or er... keyboard. whatever, rowling is goddess blah, blah, blah.
A/N: this fic was inspired by a Lady Silver Challenge : A Glass Window
Maybe things just weren't meant to work out in the end. Maybe, Harry mused, romance wasn't the way to approach this. Maybe he should just let it die. Or, maybe he should try anyway, and at least let Draco take the blame for killing it, should the worst happen.
He paused, breathing in the scent of fresh spring, flowers budding, people in love. He looked up to the bright blue sky, with only two clouds in it. He watched as they came closer together, two beings merging and becoming one for mere seconds before twisting and breaking apart, the end result leaving them different, somehow darker, than what they'd been before.
He caught something moving out of the corner of his eye and glanced toward one of the windows on the second floor of the castle, where Draco stood, watching him, a frown destroying his beautiful face and Harry's heart.
Still, he had to try, had to have his emotions torn completely apart before he could start picking up the pieces and putting them back together. That's why, with an aching heart, he eventually found himself standing face to face with that frown, searching desperately in those eyes for some alternative emotion, some flicker of warmth. Nothing. Yet he wouldn't be satisfied until he could taste defeat, in the form of a freezing-cold kiss. The mouth was unresponsive, eyes wide open and burning holes into his empty soul.
"I don't love you," Draco whispered as they pulled apart.
Harry had never noticed how loud a dead silence could be until now. It buzzed in his ears, hammered at his brain and squeezed his heart until he almost couldn't breathe.
Somehow he found the strength to not look back as he walked away. And he thought, maybe, tomorrow would be different.
End.
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