Disclaimer: It is not mine, the Harry Potter Universe I mean.
Every once in a while Draco would remember the way Harry Potter smiled. He would never admit it to anyone, but he had loved those smiles. The pleased ones, the sly ones, the fake ones…
Draco would never tell anyone how badly he was hurt that night. The only ones who knew were the ghosts of people long gone, coming to collect another lost soul. Draco hadn't seen them, but Harry had.
Draco wished to God that he had seen them too. He wanted to be able to say goodbye as well, in his mind it wasn't fair, in Harry's it was perfectly just.
The young Slytherin would never admit how much he had desperately wanted to not be him anymore, even it meant he would no longer be, well, him.
Everyone once in a while, at some Weasley family gathering he would swear he saw Harry, standing by the food table, a glass of punch in his hand, a glint in his eyes. Of course, Draco never told anyone this. He let the rest of them think he had gotten over that night.
People tried to make him happy, but no matter how many times Ron proclaimed his team would win and Draco just had to be there to see it, he never went, never felt like it was truly his spot to go.
That place was Harry's.
It wasn't fair of Draco to think badly of Ron for inviting him, even though Harry couldn't and wouldn't ever go. Ron needed a friend.
And Draco knew it wasn't really fair of him to deprive Harry of his parents and godfather that was his right. No, what angered Draco was Harry had chosen to go he'd seen it in his eyes.
No matter how much Severus insisted he wouldn't have made it through the night, Draco still felt the need to hate Harry.
Of course, he never did, he never could.
Sometimes, when he was alone, he cried. He had done it once in front of Ginny, she had cried right beside him. She had cradled him the same way Harry did…had.
It wasn't her fault, and it was unfair of Draco to be angry with her for trying to help. He knew Harry would be disappointed, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize. Her kind eyes had said quite clearly that he was already forgiven.
Every time his odd 'family' got together, he felt sick. Mrs. Weasley always complained about how thin he was, how pale he was, the same way she had dotted on Harry…
Draco didn't like thinking about Harry. The green-eyed boy had caused him too much pain; too much suffering had befallen Draco because of that messy hair boy.
But if Draco was honest, he thought about Harry all the time.
After all, he had loved the boy one time.
Draco liked to separate his life into two sections. The one with Harry and the one he spent alone.
It wasn't really fair of Draco to do that, the boy who lived had affected a lot of his second life.
But Draco didn't care. It was only fair that he carry on his life, whichever way he chooses, as long as it made him happy.
The problem was…
He wasn't happy.
A/N: ok, so this is just a baby bunny. It was really annoying and I hate it when Plot Bunnies annoy me, so I went to work on this. Not my best I don't think, but let me know what you think!