Discalimer: I don't own Harry potter.

A/N I was reading a story where Draco cheats on Harry, Harry takes him back, yadda, yadda. This is how I beleieve it really would go. I realize I need to update a few stories but I can't help it.. so many things give me ideas for one shots damnit!

We have a room, for us to be in, together
Special to me, special to us
The room is where we can be together, alone, forever
I cherish our time in that room like I cherished you.

Harry sighed; it had been a long day at the ministry. He was aching and cold because of the snow falling on the ground and the wind smacking his face. The wind was ice cold and he couldn't wait to get home, to his wonderful lover, Draco.

He couldn't wait to get into those warm, loving arms, where he could be safe. The cold didn't seem so biting anymore with just the thought of Draco, a loving smile graced Harry's cold, chapped lips. How he did care for Draco.

Harry loved his apartment, he had bought it with Draco who had said "It will do" so stiffly, but Harry knew better, he knew Draco loved it like he loved Harry. Harry knew that.

Harry got to his apartment building and opened the door, taking the stairs at the left. The floor was covered in brown tiles, and the walls were a dark gray. He skipped a bit, feeling energetic as his body warmed up. Harry got out his keys from his pocket, holding the cool metal to open his apartment door.

Today shattered that room into a thousand mirrored pieces
I turned the door knob to that room,
Opened the white door, to see you on that bed
That green covered bed.

Harry walked into his apartment, to see Draco's shoes on the floor beside another pair. 'Funny.. We weren't expecting guests today.. Wonder what the heck happened?' Harry thought to himself, moving to the kitchen part of his apartment.

No one was there, the silence deafening. 'Where's Draco?' Harry thought, and walked around to the bedroom, a small reach, but what he heard chilled his insides worse then any wind.

Moans, they were low but they also screamed in Harry's ears. He didn't want to believe it, he thought 'No, he wouldn't do that to me,' but Harry opened the door foolishly, to see the worst thing that shattered his heart into a thousand pieces.

I came into the room see you and him, together.
Arms entwined, lips locked, too close to be right.

Draco was with another man, on their bed! The man was lying down, moaning as Draco shoved into him passionately. Harry couldn't take the look on their faces: ecstasy, happiness. Harry felt his heart strings snap as Draco moaned out a name that was not his own.

"Mathew."

A simple name, but for Harry it shattered everything he had known. Harry ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him, to hear a muffled scream of shock. Harry raced to the door, putting on his shoes, grabbing his coat, and escaping this nightmare.

'Draco said he loved me!' Harry's mind shouted out. 'He lied' his mind whispered back, and the betrayal, the anger, the need for REVENGE came to Harry in a whirlwind of angry emotions.

Harry ran out back into the cold, running, not sure where, but he ended up at Hermione's. Her house was safe for now, a place to not think but just be. Something Harry needed to do, he had to think.

He knocked on her door, and when she opened it she saw a teary eyed Harry Potter, who sobbed and said two words before crumbling in sorrow into her arms like a bunch of sand.

"He lied."

The room was ours, not yours
I guess you never realized that
It doesn't matter, that room is gone.

Harry spent a few days at Hermione's, and Draco called a few times only to be told "He still doesn't want to talk to you." On the third day Draco didn't bother to call at all, and Harry decided today was the day he would do it: leave Draco, leave him forever. He had thought they would last forever, but he was wrong, so wrong.

"Hermione, I'm going to get my things, may I stay here for a week or so?" Harry asked, and Hermione gladly said yes. Harry walked back to his old home, it no longer was his home and never would be again.

He opened the door, to see Draco standing there. He looked like hell, and red eyes obviously told that. "Harry?" he said, surprised, and the hope on his face almost made Harry wish he could forget and forgive.

But it wasn't meant to be. "I'm here to get my things Malfoy." Harry said coolly, showing as little emotion as he could. He would not cry, he refused to cry.

The look on Draco's face, though, almost made him want to forget it all. Draco's face fell, his hope shattered. Harry also thought 'Getting what you deserve you asshole. I hope you cry till you die.'

He didn't say anything; he just walked into that room that he had once called his own and resized all his clothes, books, and other items. He backed them up into a small bag, and went to move back the door.

"Don't leave Harry, please." Draco pleaded, his voice breaking as a sob came out.

"How can I leave when I was never there?" Harry said, before walking out of the apartment, forever.

I left our room today, I never want to see it again
Because that room was a lie
That room must have been my imagination.

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