The Heart Breaker

Summary: One has to respect Draco Malfoy's honesty when it comes to his conquests, he tells them beforehand that 'he loves and leaves them and will only end up breaking their hearts.' But then, he never met anyone who is persistent enough to win his heart and he definitely didn't expect Potter to take that as a challenge!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Tom Felton. He's my husband; he just doesn't know it yet!

A/N: This is inspired from Tiao Cruz ft Ludacris song 'break your heart'.

It contains slash pairings. DM/OC's. DM/HP. And yes, Happy Ending is a must for my stories. This is my first Drarry fic, so please bear with me.

Chapter 1

The opposite of love isn't hate, its indifference.

Draco in his entire life, which is in his 17 years, had more people who hated him than anyone else in the entire planet. Yes, even the Dark Lord. People didn't hate just loathe voldy, they feared him and steered clear of his path. But, Draco is a different story. Sure, most of his peers hated him for his arrogance and superiority but those are the same ones whom he caught more than on one occasion staring wistfully at him. And as for those younger than him, they are in reluctant awe covered as disdain and those older, loved to entertain the hopes of disciplining him which is translated to shagging the hell out of him.

Draco smirked. He knew he can't blame them. after all, he is irresistible. Truth be told, Draco loves and welcomes this attention. Being lust after is something everyone dreams on at one point or other but only few get to revel in it. Hell, Draco makes the veelas run for their money worth.

After the war, Lucius is imprisoned; Narcissa and Draco were pardoned after Harry Potter spoke on their behalf about how they were coerced into being involved in the Death Eaters kitty party.

Draco scowled thinking of the many noble acts of the crazed Gryffidors!

'Seriously, did they think that by defending the slytherins from other houses,it will make them their drink buddies or something. Didn't they know that slytherins are against Discrimination and hate everyone?'

The groaning of Blaise finally shook Draco out of his musings. This won't do. Trying to find an ulterior motive out of a Grffindor's move would be like trying get you-know-who to cuddle muggleborns. Not that they are not capable of being anything other than noble, it's just that they are as predictable and as obvious as sun in the sky. Gryffindorks!

"Hey dray! Back to Dungeons!" Blaise voice cut through his thoughts. "must be one hell of a ride if you're still in a daze. Hurry up mate, we have transfiguration in 20 and you don't want to irk Mc.G so early. She might have you for breakfast." Jealousy apparent in his voice.

Draco grinned as he made to saunter towards the bathrooms, he knew the irresistible image he portrayed in scanty nightwear . He heard the sharp breath Blaise took and gambled as to how long but he didn't get to finish his thought. Blaise was behind of him before he could blink and wrapped his himself around Draco moaning as he began to kiss his neck. He soon found himself pushed onto the nearest bed and Blaise pressed up on him.

'Sweet Merlin, he's a great kisser'.

"hell Draco. You're beautiful, I just can't get enough of you." Blaise rambled whilst kissing Draco and unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought we have Transfiguration and you don't want to piss off Mcgonagall", Draco replied with an eyebrow raised. "To hell with Mcgonagall" Blaise ended their conversation in the way that Draco approves best, by snogging the living daylights out of him.

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Harry was struggling with a basic transfiguration spell. For a guy who vanquished the Dark lord one would expect him to perform wand less magic for these minor stuff, but harry knows better. Sure, he is a powerful wizard alright, just not a very clever one, especially when it comes to his classes. He has Hermione and Draco Malfoy to thank for that. You can never compete with Hermione; you come up always short and wind up depressed and inferior, that is if you care about coming top in studies in the first place. As for Malfoy, he has a good idea as to how he always comes second in the class. Not to mention he is really good when it comes to studies, he is also strikingly and distractedly beautiful; the kind where you almost involuntarily get attracted to, just to avoid the boring class and difficult lessons.

Now then why is it that he couldn't get the spell right?

Yes,' Draco is late to class and so is zabini', he thought darkly. He was just worried they may be up to something or maybe someone ambushed them. In the former case, he hated that Draco and zabini were too involved in intimate activities to attend classes in time. And in the latter case, he warned the entire student body that he would not tolerate attacks on slytherins and those who disobeyed will face his wrath. But he couldn't stop the constricted pain in his heart as he pictured both the scenarios. Draco looking thoroughly shagged or else beaten up. Either way, Harry knew he had it bad and he had it for a guy who would never be his no matter what.

'Draco, where are you?' Harry sighed giving up the pretense of doing his work and resting his head on the table so as to avoid the inquisitive looks of a certain know-it-all for the fear that lest she know it all.

Harry was in a precarious position of losing it when he heard them. He looked up relieved only to have blood drained out of his face. There they are, Draco and Blaise out of breath for running or due to other activities. Try as he might he couldn't a growl from escaping him. Draco who had eyes for everyone except him, looked ruffled and mussed.

"20 points from Slytherin for tardiness" Mcgonagall voice rung out as they both made for their usual seats at the back of the class.

Harry eyes narrowed as he took in the loves bites plastered on Draco's neck and those pink swollen lips and the way Blaise arm snaked its way up Draco's shirt. His infamous chest monster was fighting to rip zabini from limb to limb for touching his Draco.

'Mine'. He added seething.

"Harry, are you still with us." Hermione said with a knowing eye.

'Fuck. So she knew. All this time he thought he got off easy for evading as to why he is still single after breaking up with Ginny and as to why he seem so distracted lately.'

I glared at her as best as I could. Not that I felt she is mocking me but that life itself is mocking at me.

'At seventeen, I defeated the most powerful evil wizard like ever. Almost the entire wizarding world save few, look up to me with awe and respect. Not that I ever let that get into my mind. I've more Galleons than I can count in Gringotts. Witches and wizards are actually lining up to date me. I could have my pick of anyone but then I had to go and fall head over heels for one unattainable Draco Malfoy. Who if what he heard and seen is true, is available to anyone except him.'

And so he glared at Hermione and she glowered back at him while Ron sat oblivious between them. Harry sighed defeated, careful to keep Draco in his peripheral vision.

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Dinner is one of Ron's favorite meals, for he can gorge himself without trivial interruptions like classes. For Harry, it meant staring at Draco and mentally killing whoever is making passes at him. Then if it's a bad day, he gets to watch Draco and another guy sneaking off ; but hell if he doesn't spend the entire night wondering if Draco is making out with one of his dorm mates on the nights he doesn't sneak off. He knew zabini isn't the only one interested, he saw Nott's hungry eyes raking over Draco's body more than once.

'Fuck. Love is said to be a blissful feeling. So why in the name of Hades does it hurt so much?' Harry groaned thinking about his unfair situation.

'Bloody hell, not only does he get to watch others snog his Draco; he has competition the likes of which rival that of entrants for the Triwizard championship. To top it off Draco ignored him completely. He was prepared to be sneered upon and mocked but this complete indifference from Draco all but broke his heart and cursed him to the deepest pits of doomed despair.'

Just when he thought he had enough material for the night's share of depression, he caught Draco picking on Zacharias Smith with a feeling of déjà vu.

'It should have been him at the end of Draco's ridicule, challenging him and spurring him into the best insult to be ever used contest.'

Harry scowled thinking, 'why doesn't things ever go easy for him'.

He heard more than saw a soft flurry movement. He raised his eyes just in time to see Hermione smirk and take a sip from her goblet. Confused as to what happened he turned back to take a bite from his plate to notice a piece of parchment there. Glancing quickly to make sure no one else has noticed, he picked it up and unfolded it.

'In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure.'

Harry gawked at the message wondering what in hell Hermione meant by it. And then it struck like a bludger on his head. No wonder Draco used to chastise him as stupid.

It's so simple he couldn't believe he never thought about it sooner. He is in love with Draco and he would do anything to make him happy. Harry felt like an idiot for not coming up with this thought earlier and instead wasted time wallowing on self-pity. He just has to make Draco understand this and give him a chance. After all, even if Draco rejected him he would have the satisfaction of trying and by trying he is going to channel his Gryffindor stubbornness into making Draco his. The purpose of claiming Draco as his, is enough to corrode the beginnings of fear and possible rejection.

He grinned at Hermione before glancing back to his blonde. 'Yup! Definitely his'.

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