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Sometimes, when Harry stumbles in at three in the morning, inebriated and furious at the world, Draco just looks at him with cold, cruel eyes. Sometimes, when Harry slurs curses at the Slytherin, all he can think about is the fact that Draco only looks at him with disdain and resentment alighting his usually dull stare. Sometimes, he wonders if there was anything ever really between them, and if the kisses, touches, and embraces were all fake. Sometimes Harry thinks so, sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes, after all the fighting, yelling, and drunken revulsion, Harry staggers back to his own dorm as silent as possible and lays down on his bed, numb and alone. Sometimes, he cries into his pillow, cursing the day he ever fell in love with the venomous Malfoy, wishing to just be able to stop. Sometimes he loves Draco, sometimes he doesn't.
Sometimes, when Harry stumbles in at three in the morning, intoxicated and yelling, Draco can only look at him with remorseful eyes. Sometimes, when Harry flings objects at his head, cursing the day he was born, all he can think about is how much Harry is hurting because of him. Sometimes, he wonders if he could ever stop causing the boy so much pain, and if Harry could ever forgive a spoilt, little brat like him. Sometimes Draco thinks so, sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes, after Potter leaves with broken tears in his eyes, Draco cleans up the mess the other made as silently as possible, and sits on the floor, empty and ashamed. Sometimes, he scratches at where the Dark Lord's mark used to be until crimson blood flows, and his mind is deranged with rage, wishing to be able to stop. Sometimes, he loves Harry, sometimes he doesn't.