Disclaimer: They're mine! They're all mine! ties up both boys…muahahahaha…sees lawyers uh yeah…property of JKR. sob I asked for them at Christmas, but I guess santa never came through…darn…

A/N: Hey all, my first fic ever, which is up after various friends looked through it and told me that it was fine and to stop being a perfectionist :P Italics are Harry's memories, the bold is from Draco's POV. This is just a little one shot, which I may continue if anyone has any ideas about where I should go with it (that's a plea for help people, rise to the challenge!). Anyway, I'll shut up now…

Tears Under the Willow

Harry sat under the willow by the lake, tears trickling slowly down his pale cheeks. He drew his knees up, and cradled his head with his left hand. The other one dropped limply to his side, idly ripping up blades of green.

"You bastard. You lying, cheating asshole. I bet this was all some scheme to humiliate me wasn't it? Its seventh year, time to get back at Draco for all the trouble he caused me."

"No! No, it wasn't -

"And to think I trusted you. He shook his head. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin together. I should've known it wouldn't work, but I tried it. My house turned on me because of this, my father damn near killed me for defying him. I left everything I ever knew for you. Hell Harry, I loved you. But I guess I just wasn't good enough for the golden boy. No, you had to have McMillon on the side as well! Well fuck that Potter. I won't play second to some useless Hufflepuff. See you around scar-face.

He had half a mind to hunt out Ernie and pummel him till his face resembled one of the crimson murgle berries Professor Sprout was so protective of. He really would…if only he had any strength. He felt drained, incapable of doing anything save slumping against the smooth trunk and staring at the soft blue-grey of the lake. With effort he tore his gaze away from the water – the colour reminded him too much of Draco's eyes.

Things had been shaky with them over the last few weeks, mainly due to Lucius hounding Draco nearly every night about his upcoming initiation. Harry had been working to persuade Draco to become a spy for the light and was on the verge of bringing the idea to Dumbledore and bringing his boyfriend into the Order. It had all fallen to pieces scant hours ago when he was walking out of Charms on his way to lunch. Hermione had forced Ron to go with her to return a library book and told him to save them a seat. Harry had been pulled into a disused Transfiguration classroom by Ernie and pinned against the wall. Stupid idiot hadn't put up silencing spells, and who should come by but Draco? Drawn in by McMillan's moaning, looking for some good insult material most likely.

I cracked the door open, eager to catch someone, or rather, someones doing something punishable. No good being a prefect if you don't lord it over people right? I watched with interest for a few minutes before deciding to catch their attention. Nothing wrong with watching a good show, but it was eating into my lunchtime. No pun intended. I cleared my throat loudly, glad to see one of the figures jump backwards in apparent surprise. I was halfway through one of my classic insults, sneer firmly on my face, when the second figure stepped out of the shadows.

And that was when Draco was, for the first time in my memory, speechless. Ernie took advantage of his momentary lack of motion and scarpered. Then it happened. His eyes flashed, pain visible for the shortest time before his face closed down. His teeth clenched and his breathing increased, a pale pink tint rising in his cheeks. Then he snapped.

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