A/N: I apologize for any OOC. This was supposed to be a drabble, but it got out of hand…
Today had been a typical one. Draco had gone through his classes glaring at Blaise and Harry as they passed notes in all the classes they had together. It wasn't fair at all that Blaise had gotten to Harry first. Blaise knew how Draco felt about Harry and then just went and took the Gryffindor for himself! He remembered gripping his quill tightly as he had watched a blush creep up Harry's face when he had read one of the notes. Why couldn't Draco make Harry blush like that? What did Blaise have that he didn't? Draco rounded the corner and both of his hands curled into fists as he took in the sight before him. Blaise had Harry pinned to the wall, tongue down Harry's throat and hand in his robes. Draco felt a white hot anger boiling deep with in him, and it took everything he had to turn away and walk back down the hallway without pulling out his wand. He headed for where he usually did after an emotionally exhausting day: the bathroom. Maybe that ghost would be there to talk to him about Harry, Draco thought as he pushed the door open and walked over to the sinks. Sure enough, the ghost-Moaning Myrtle, of course that was her name; how could Draco forget?-arrived and Draco vented to her about how unfair it was that he loved Harry but Blaise had gone and stolen him. After a while, Myrtle had fallen silent, staring at something behind Draco while the Slytherin continued to talk about how Blaise was the most evil, conniving man he'd ever met. Finally, Draco fell silent, chest heaving from all of the passionate talking he'd just done. Noticing that Myrtle had no response to that, Draco saw that she was looking behind him. Whirling around, his eyes fell on Harry. Harry who looked like he'd just been crying. Harry who was looking at him as though he were insane. Draco realized that Harry must have been standing there for awhile… and that he must have heard what he was saying to Myrtle.
"I'll be going now…" Draco said quietly, walking fast and avoiding Harry's gaze.
Draco was just about to walk by the Gryffindor and safely exit the bathroom when Harry grabbed his arm and stopped him.
The Slytherin gritted his teeth. "Let me go, Potter."
"No… I… I want to know if what you said was true…"
"Yes, it was. Happy now?" Draco practically spat, trying to get away still.
"So you wouldn't want me just for sex?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco had to restrain himself from snorting; reminding himself that Malfoys did not make undignified noises like snorts. "Of course not."
"Then… be with me?"
"You're with Blaise."
"Not anymore…"
Draco raised an eyebrow, but decided he wasn't going to question it. He was just glad that Harry was finally his…