Deceit

By Kaitzee

Chapter One: Anger and Lies

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"Does it honestly, truly matter what happened two years ago?" Harry said pointedly, his voice rising.

"Yes, in fact it does, Harry!" Draco yelled back, throwing his arms into the air in a fury.

"But the fact still remains that it was two years ago, in the past, not here in the present or anywhere in the future." Harry said. Being rational was a talent of Harry's, whereas Draco was the exact opposite. Draco let out how he felt without a moment's thought on how he hurt other people until it was too late.

Draco shook his head and scowled, beginning to pace a four-foot line in front of the kitchen table that Harry was sitting at. Harry was in a white undershirt and jeans, having just woken up fifteen minutes ago, when Draco woke him up in a rage.

Every memory of deceit, every memory of cruelty Harry had bestowed upon Draco rushed back to him, his blonde temple-length falling gently in his red face, his hand raking it. The small crimes, the Hogwarts scandals… the time Harry insulted his mother… the time Harry punched Draco when he wouldn't listen to Harry's explanation as to why he was home late… the time where Draco was drunk off his ass and Harry ignored his hangover the next day by treating him like a disease…

Then there was this. This evil, committed exactly two years ago, the day before Draco had asked Harry to marry him. The day before Harry said yes. The day before Harry made Draco the happiest 22-year-old male alive. The day before Harry destroyed everything. Everything. He turned away from Harry in resentment and disgust.

"You're so different, now that I know you too well." Draco said quietly, his anger growing.

"What? No! It was an accident, I'm not like that anymore.. Draco, listen to me, you're making a mistake. Please listen to me before you-"

"SHUT UP!" Yelled Draco, turning around and pointing his wand threateningly at Harry. "Those type of things don't happen as accidents. Quit lying before I have to hurt you."

This threat silenced Harry. He was too scared to speak, to move, in fear it would either make Draco cruse him or leave him. Harry usually had his way, being The Boy Who Lived and whatnot, and was unsure how to make the situation better.

His eyes blazing under a furrowed brow, Draco turned to grab his coat, not caring if he was in his thin flannel pajamas. "I need to leave. I can't stand this. See you tomorrow, or something." He put his wand in his pocket, turned, opened the door and slammed it shut.

The silence was deafening, a buzzing in Harry's ears, his eyes burning with tears of guilt. If only he could have controlled himself better those mere two years in the past… his past, Draco's past.

Draco stomped down the stairs of the apartment building in the village of Hogsmeade, his rage not lessening, for the memories were as fresh as the new problem he now faced. He just couldn't believe… his Harry. His loveable, innocent hero, charming Harry. His husband. His lover of two fun and eccentric years. It was those amiable green eyes, and not the charismatic kind of attraction; the charm of a snake charmer, Draco being the swaying snake in Harry's basket, Harry's eyes being the flute.

A tear fell from Draco's gray eye. The snow glistened on the clear night and the air was chilly and crisp. A perfect night for revenge. Revenge, for a crime, a single and horrible deceit, committed approximately two years ago…

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*Read and Review!* Doesn't this chapter just make you pissed off, because you're absolutely oblivious to the reason why Harry's guilty and Draco's innocent? Is there even such a possibility?? I mean, you'd think Draco would be the culprit, him being an evil ex-Death Eater, whereas Harry's the hero, wouldn't you? Though, I must say- Harry was perfectly heartless in the thing he did to his poor Dracie, that evil little man. You'll get the flashback once I finish Chapter Two: Quidditch and Hormones Don't Mix.