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Draco and Harry sat in the green bathroom stall. Harry stroked Draco's hair. Draco smiled, his grey eyes gleaming. Harry's hand moved to Draco's neck then pulled his head in for a kiss. The two boys' lips united and warmth spread all throughout Draco's body. Their tongues danced inside their joined mouths. Draco's hands reached for Harry's dark black looks as their kiss went on. Harry fumbled for Draco's tie, pulling it off. The door to the bathroom swung open. Harry frantically pushed Draco out of the stall. Draco's body hit the cold, hard ground, his tie thrown at his face. He stood up rubbing his bruised elbow and turned to see who had interrupted them. A ginger mop instantly answered his question. Weasley.
Harry jumped out of the stall and flattened his messy hair. He quickly walked up to Ron and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey Ron. How's it going?" Harry smiled. "Oh, hi Harry. I was just washing up," Ron said as he wiped his wet hands on his robe. He turned around to see Draco pulling on his sweater. "Oh it's you," Ron sneered, "I'm gonna enjoy this."
Harry and Ron walked over to Draco and pushed him to the ground. "You're nothing! You worthless fag!" Ron and Harry yelled as they beat Draco. They chanted even more vile words as they kicked his face, staining the pale white with scarlet. Draco stared into Harry's eyes pleadlingly. Harry showed no remorse. He looked happy, even. Harry and Ron ceased their violence and exited the bathroom, happy. Draco sat up an leaned against the wall. He brought his legs to his chest and salty tears dripped from his eyes. He closed them and tried to forget.
The love, the betrayal.
The happiness, the hurt.
The passion, the pain.