Broken
By the Black Goddess
Another go at Sandrine's challenge - bang on the word count this time!
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter.
"I never touched him!" Harry stared at Snape, knowing how hopeless this situation looked. "I swear I didn't!"
"Mr Malfoy fell down an entire flight of stairs, leaving you standing at the top of them, and you expect us to believe that you didn't push him?" asked Snape. "No Mr Potter, I think that this time you have pushed (if you will excuse the pun) your luck too far." Harry stared at him, knowing that it would be almost impossible to explain this.
He had been waiting for Draco in their usual place, wondering how he could tell him that it was over. As had been the case for the past two weeks, when the other boy had finally shown up he had looked at Harry with such love in his eyes that Harry had felt guilty about telling him that this couldn't happen any more. He had let Draco pull him into an embrace and given himself over to physical sensations, as he had done for the past two weeks, with a feeling of guilt and regret. But this time the guilt and the feeling that this wasn't right anymore had led him to say,
"Draco?" The blond had turned to him with a smile, and Harry faltered, not quite willing to wipe that smile away.
"Yes?" Draco had asked, and Harry steeled himself to continue.
"I don't think we should do this any more." It was as if a light had been switched off inside Draco's head. The sparkle vanished from his eyes and his face took on a shuttered expression.
"What do you mean?"
"I just... I don't think this is working out." said Harry apologetically, watching with horror as a tear slid almost unnoticed out of Draco's eye to make a silver line down his cheek.
"But it is!" said Draco, and Harry could hear desperation in his voice. "It is working out - we're happy, aren't we?" Harry nodded, then shook his head.
"Look, it's not you," he said, hating himself as he delivered this most painful of clichés. "I just don't feel the same any more. The sex is still good, there's nobody else, it's just.... I don't know." He trailed off, wondering if his lover would accept this.
"There has to be more to it than that!"
"I promise there isn't. I just don't love you any more. I don't know why, but that's the truth. I don't want to meet you here again." Draco physically staggered, looking as if his world was ending.
"I can't.... this can't be... please tell me this isn't...." Draco stared at Harry and Harry stared guiltily back, hating every moment of this. Draco let out a stifled cry and ran from the room. Harry stood up and was heading for the door when he heard a scream and a series of thuds.
"Draco?" he yelled, racing out of the room only to see his lover crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, blood pouring from his head.
By the Black Goddess
Another go at Sandrine's challenge - bang on the word count this time!
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter.
"I never touched him!" Harry stared at Snape, knowing how hopeless this situation looked. "I swear I didn't!"
"Mr Malfoy fell down an entire flight of stairs, leaving you standing at the top of them, and you expect us to believe that you didn't push him?" asked Snape. "No Mr Potter, I think that this time you have pushed (if you will excuse the pun) your luck too far." Harry stared at him, knowing that it would be almost impossible to explain this.
He had been waiting for Draco in their usual place, wondering how he could tell him that it was over. As had been the case for the past two weeks, when the other boy had finally shown up he had looked at Harry with such love in his eyes that Harry had felt guilty about telling him that this couldn't happen any more. He had let Draco pull him into an embrace and given himself over to physical sensations, as he had done for the past two weeks, with a feeling of guilt and regret. But this time the guilt and the feeling that this wasn't right anymore had led him to say,
"Draco?" The blond had turned to him with a smile, and Harry faltered, not quite willing to wipe that smile away.
"Yes?" Draco had asked, and Harry steeled himself to continue.
"I don't think we should do this any more." It was as if a light had been switched off inside Draco's head. The sparkle vanished from his eyes and his face took on a shuttered expression.
"What do you mean?"
"I just... I don't think this is working out." said Harry apologetically, watching with horror as a tear slid almost unnoticed out of Draco's eye to make a silver line down his cheek.
"But it is!" said Draco, and Harry could hear desperation in his voice. "It is working out - we're happy, aren't we?" Harry nodded, then shook his head.
"Look, it's not you," he said, hating himself as he delivered this most painful of clichés. "I just don't feel the same any more. The sex is still good, there's nobody else, it's just.... I don't know." He trailed off, wondering if his lover would accept this.
"There has to be more to it than that!"
"I promise there isn't. I just don't love you any more. I don't know why, but that's the truth. I don't want to meet you here again." Draco physically staggered, looking as if his world was ending.
"I can't.... this can't be... please tell me this isn't...." Draco stared at Harry and Harry stared guiltily back, hating every moment of this. Draco let out a stifled cry and ran from the room. Harry stood up and was heading for the door when he heard a scream and a series of thuds.
"Draco?" he yelled, racing out of the room only to see his lover crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, blood pouring from his head.