Decades

Harry sighed in exhaustion as he exited the stuffy and crowded Slytherin Common Room. The end of the year party was nearing its close, and he still couldn't find his lover among the mass of grinding bodies, the line up at the bar, or scattered couples and singles in plush couches. He fiddled with his engagement ring, thinking hard.

He eventually figured his boyfriend would be in his private rooms, as said boyfriend was Head Boy for their final year at Hogwarts. Wandering through the hallways, he reached the portrait door of an elegant lady that went by the name of Adrianne.

"Oh, Harry!" the portrait teared up at the sight of the Wizarding World's Saviour, and she continued to sob as she allowed him in, not even asking him for the password.

Confused and curious, the young man stepped into the small common room quietly, and looked around. Nobody was in sight, though there were strange noises coming from the bedroom. Cautiously, he opened the door.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met his bright viridian eyes.

His fiancé was kissing and pounding into a girl that he would later recall as Pansy, but he was too busy trying to block out his sudden shock and hold back a dry, strangled gasp. It didn't take long, since his anger and cold demeanour took over.

"I should have expected this." Harry laughed darkly, causing the blond on top of the pug-faced girl to freeze. Said man turned around to see his male lover with hazy mercury-coloured eyes.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, Malfoy, but is that Pansy Parkinson, the girl you were betrothed to when you were both babies?" He whispered harshly, leering.

Ragged, laboured breathing from all three occupants in the room cut into what otherwise would have been absolute silence.

The dark-haired man slowly slipped off the simple but beautiful engagement ring off of his finger, and held it up as if to inspect it, the one diamond catching delicate rays of moonlight.

Without warning, he whipped the ring at the recently bedded couple, watching with lost and forlorn green eyes as the small piece of jewellery cut a crescent mark into his ex-lover's otherwise perfect face, and looked away in disgust as the band fell neatly in between the girl's sweaty breasts, and sneered when he caught her smiling maliciously.

"Why, thank you," Pansy purred nastily, and Harry turned to leave the rooms, not hesitating in his long strides even as the blond pleaded and screamed his desperate apologies at the younger boy's back, even with part of himself still inside the whore, effectively making his words his denial.

The portrait door closed the instant the Gryffindor stepped out and hurried to get to his dorm.

It was the last time Draco Lucius Malfoy ever saw the hailed saviour.

It was Sunday, June 15th, 1997.

That was 30 years ago.


A/N: Tell me, should I continue this? It's a really annoying plot bunny. What are your thoughts?

Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER AND CO. DO NOT BELONG TO ME - PLEASE LOOK AT JKR kthxbai.

Later, A/N: Well, I'm continuing this. Thank you for your support!