/This story is about Harry Potter and his secret relationship with Draco Malfoy. Can he take the heartbreak? Will he be able to live with the torment Draco puts him through or will he end his life? Read the story to find out.. Oh and please Favorite and follow!/

((Well, I obviously don't own Harry Potter. GO J.K. ROWLING! Um… I wrote this for a friend.. And yes, I know its not very good.. But I am not the best writer. Here you go, Kenzie))

"Draco… We need to talk..." I said, looking down at our intertwined hands. 2 years. It had been two whole years since Draco had started dating, discreetly of course. Two weeks after Voldemort was brought down, Draco stormed into Number 12 Grimmauld place demanding his wand. One thing led to another and we ended up kissing. That was when Draco Malfoy and I had finally started dating. I had broken up with Ginny a week before, saying I couldn't feel the sparks anymore. Because truly, all I could think about was the boy who rode on my broom, flying from the burning Room of Requirement. Hogwarts reopened, offering an eighth and ninth year for students who missed school during the terror of Voldemort returning. Draco and almost everyone else in our year joined, hoping to finish our schooling and move onto better things. Six months after we started dating, I said I loved him. That I wanted to think about the future. He got mad and ignored me for two weeks. When he finally came back, he said that we couldn't talk about our future. I was hurt, but I complied, afraid to anger him again. A year later, he finally said he loved me back. It was our year and a half anniversary and I let him take my virginity, happily. We kept whispering soft words to each other all night and I was so happy to finally be with him. But it was horrible because we had to keep our relationship a secret, our love a secret. But today, on our two year anniversary I was ready. We were both stripped, our previous activities leaving us sweaty in the bed, the sheets over ourselves.

"Yes, Harry?" He asked, his voice still husky. I smiled softly, my thumb tracing over his knuckles.

"Draco.. think.. I think we should come out.." I say, looking up, staring straight into his eyes. He froze completely.

"What do you mean 'come out', Harry?" He asked, his voice a bit cold.

"Draco, I love you but.. I can't keep our relationship a secret… I want a future with you. Get married.. Maybe even have kids. We need to come out and announce our relationship.." I said, leaning into him. He leaned back.

"No." He said, bitterly.

"Pardon?!" I asked, my heart clenching like a fist.

"No, Potter. I won't do it. Now if you please, you can leave." He said coldly, pulling away from me. I looked at him, utterly shocked.

"Draco..." I whispered.

"Go Potter.." He said, ignoring the plea in my voice.

"No! No, I won't Draco, I won't! I love you, god damn it! Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you just say you love me and have a real relationship with me?!" I scream at him, tear flooding my eyes. He smirks slightly, unfazed.

"Because I don't love you, Potter.." He says coldly, any affection that might've been there earlier now gone. I felt like someone had taken a dagger and stabbed me through the heart. My head bowed, tears now streaming down my face.

"How can you say that?! How can you say that after all we have been through?!" I asked, my voice breaking afterwards as I tried to choke back a sob.

"Aren't I a great actor?" He asked, his gaze and voice gone completely malicious. That was it. I raised my hand and slapped him. He looked shocked as he stared at me, his pale fingers touching his now red cheek. I yanked off the sheets, getting up, quickly getting my clothes. I cast a quick spell, dressing myself.

"I hope you know you broke my heart, Draco.." I said, tears streaming down my face as I pointed my wand at the picture next to the bed and caught it on fire. I walked away, the faint smell of burning in my nostrils as I heard Draco try to put it out. The picture had been of us on our first date, sharing a kiss. But those memories meant nothing now.. They were all lies. Filled with deceit. The one thing.. The one person I loved in my life had used me. Had broken my heart so badly it hurt to breathe. I felt even more tears stream down my face as I ran to my real dorms, not caring if even Filch caught me. I had to run past the forbidden staircase, which was missing a few steps and past the great hall until I finally met with the painting of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" She asked, slightly annoyed that I woke her up.

"Dingleberry." I whispered, watching the portrait swing open. I stepped in, stumbling slightly, waking up the person sleeping on the recliner in front of the fire.

"Harry? Is that you?" I heard Hermione ask. I fell to my knees, not able to hold in the pain anymore.

"He doesn't love me Hermione.. He lied.. He lied about everything.. He-He just used me..." I sobbed, rocking back and forth. She ran over to me, wrapping an arm around me.

"Oh, Harry…" She whispered softly, holding me in her arms as I sobbed into her Jumper. Hermione was the only one who knew about me and Draco. She had walked in on us once when we were kissing in the potions classroom which was currently unoccupied. We begged her not to tell anyone and she said fine as long as it didn't get out of hand. Which it now was. Draco had broken my heart… But the real question was… Could I live without him?