My Own Demons
Warnings: AU, Slash, Slightly Dark Harry, OOC, Break-up of the main pairing, no beta.
Rating: Idk, T mostly? It might turn into M in later chapters.
Disclaimer: All the known characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: I have no idea what I'm doing. This was just an exercise for me to get over my writer's block; with a 'break-up' as prompt. It evolved into a bunny, then a monster of a story in my head, which I hope to complete without going into too many chapters. Anyway, leave a review if you like it and want to see where this story goes. I need the encouragement, like, really badly.
Prologue
The common room reserved for the Eighth Year students was devoid of any students, save for one Harry Potter. His bags were packed and shrunk. Outside it was lightly snowing with the year's first snow; a seemingly wonderful end to a dark lord-free final term at Hogwarts. Harry was waiting pensively for his most precious companion; they had promised to leave Hogwarts together after the term ended; a fortnight after they completed their N.E.W.T.s.
He had said his farewells to Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom and almost all the students who came back for Eighth year after the war to sit for their N.E.W.T.s; with the exception of Ron and Hermione. The hallways and stairs that led to the common room for the Eighth Years were silent except for the footsteps of one Slytherin blonde.
With a whoosh, the door of the common room opened to reveal Draco Malfoy. Harry looked up and held his breath as he took in the image of his boyfriend of six months. The faint rays of scattered sunlight that escaped through the frosted windows hit Draco, creating a sight so beautiful that Harry was struck dumb for a moment. He then got up and ran to Draco, in his haste failing to read and understand the ill-concealed odium beneath Draco's icy veneer.
"Potter, it's over. We're done." Draco Malfoy said coldly, pushing Harry away from his person. Only moments ago Harry was smiling and running up to snog Draco. The shock was mirrored in Harry's emerald green eyes as soon as Draco spoke those words. Disbelief and hurt came in succession.
"What the bloody hell are you saying, Draco?" Harry's voice quivered; confused and bewildered.
"Come on, Potter. Even you can't be that dense. I got with you because you were so easy to fool. I had suspected you were a shirt-lifter from your perpetual spying on me; hence I seduced you so you would work to keep my family out of Azkaban. Imagine my surprise when it actually worked. " Draco said with his oft used sneer, something Harry had not seen after their Sixth Year at Hogwarts; that awful year when he'd slashed Draco open with the Sectum Sempra curse. To see that hateful expression again was like having tiny needles prick into his chest.
"You're saying that you shagged me for the sake of my getting you and your family out of Azkaban? That's low even for you!" Harry shouted, unable to contain the hurt that pulsed through him.
"Potter, by now you should have recognized that Malfoys would do anything to come out on top. I have no further use of you now, so I'm ending this farce right here." Draco's words had just the right amount of pity and disgust.
"No, you're lying! Draco, you said you cared for me. I-I love you." Harry tried to pull at Draco's arm, gripping with both hands. He was desperate for Draco's words to be a joke; or that this was just a nightmare he would wake up from.
Despite the horror Harry felt, the gentle snow kept falling outside, lightly coating the grounds surrounding the school. It was all wrong.
In his head, Harry could hear the words Ron Weasley spat when he outright shouted to Harry that he was a fool to think an ex-Death Eater honestly wanted Harry for himself; the day he decided to come out to his friends and tell them that he was in a relationship with Draco Malfoy. Tears began to blur Harry's vision as he struggled to align the reality of what was happening and his own refusal to accept that the fantasies he had of being with Draco together forever in the future slowly shattered.
"Stop it, Potter! You disgust me. Touching you made my skin crawl. All those times I had you for a shag I had to fucking imagine I was shagging someone else just to make the act bearable!" Draco wrenched his arm; pried Harry's fingers off and roughly shoved Harry away. The dark haired boy stumbled back, losing his balance and fell on his rear.
"Draco, tell me you didn't mean that. You're lying!" Harry pleaded; his voice hoarse, tears pooling in his eyes as he looked up at Draco. He could barely speak through the pain in his chest. He never pleaded; not when he was tortured under the Cruciatus curse, not when Dolores Umbridge made him write with his own blood, not when he faced Voldemort and looked death in the eye when the Killing Curse had been cast on him, and not when Ginny broke it off with him. The fact that he was pleading now showed just how much Harry was in love with Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin's visage however, was granite, unyielding as he stared down at Harry with a look that can only be described as loathing.
"Draco, you didn't mean that, right? All those times we were together, they were real and wonderful. This is a joke, right? Someone's got you under Imperius? Did your parents put you up to this? Draco, if they did we can find a way to change their minds, we can come up with something, surely?" Harry felt the tears start to fall down his cheeks. They burn with the memories of all the people he had lost; his parents, Sirius, Remus, Dobby, Dumbledore; and now Draco too. Harry scarcely grasped what he was doing but a moment later he realized that he was sobbing and clasping Draco's legs to his chest while he was on his knees, begging Draco not to do this. He was begging Draco Malfoy not to leave him.
"Merlin, you're disgusting Potter. Stop being in denial. I am not under Imperius and no one put me up to this! You're far too needy for my taste; on top of that you were the worst shag I've ever had, hands down. Granted, you were a sodding virgin before I came along but I've had enough. All the galleons in the world couldn't make me stay with you. Now let go!" Draco kicked Harry away. When the young Gryffindor tried to chase after him, the Slytherin pulled out his wand and shot a particularly painful stunning hex on Harry. Harry fell down with a thud, his cries for Draco not to leave arrested in his throat.
"Goodbye, Potter." Draco said with a sneer, and proceeded to walk out of Harry Potter's life.
Hours after the effects of the stun wore off; Harry Potter was still lying on the floor, eyes open and alert but still and silent, tear tracks dry. That was how Blaise Zabini found Harry.
Outside, the falling snow had finally turned into a frightening blizzard, mirroring the raging emotions of one Harry Potter.