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Sad green eyes watched as the figure threw crumbled articles of clothing in their trunk, their face downcast in defeat and grief. They stopped shivered as if they were being watched and rocked from heel to toe staring dazedly out a window. He had fucked up this time, he knew he had. For a long time he had been trending on thin ice, but he was always welcome back and had always been forgiven. But now he was in deep shit because Draco meant it this time.
Draco snapped out of his trance, touched his face and was surprised to find his fingers touching wetness. In disgust he roughly rubbed his fingers across his jeans then snatched another shirt from a random draw. His door had been left wide open enabling anyway passing to see into his room. He ignored Blaise and Vincent who stood watching him sadly in his doorway and slammed the lid of the suitcase shut. A few strands of hair had come undone from his braid to fall in his eyes, he brushed them away the tugged at his braid in frustration.
"Draco..."
He had gone stiff as the familiar voice spoke his name so sadly, so...desperately. Instead of turning around he grabbed the case and walked toward his still open doorway. Silently he walked down the corridor connected to the main Slytherin dorm-room, where students had gathered after classes. Nearly half the heads turned his head in his direction as he passed. He knew he must look a mess, nothing like the calm, cool facade he normally kept up but right then he didn't give a shit.
With out a word he swung the portrait door open and stomped his way down the corridors, suit case still dragging behind him. Behind him a another set of footsteps hurried to keep up with him.
"Draco.."
The exit to the dungeons wasn't as far as he thought it would be, in fact it had only taken a few minutes to reach it. There he stood catching breath as the footsteps behind finally came to a stop not far from where he stood.
"Draco what are you doing? Are you leaving?"
Draco watched in cold detachment as Harry doubled over wheezing, leaning heavily against a wall. The taller boy reached toward him and grasped air as Draco side stepped him and grabbed the suitcase again.
"No. But you are."
With strength he didn't even know he had he threw the case at Harry's form, where it hit him square in the chest, sending all the air out his lungs in one whoosh.
"Draco what th-"
"Get your shit and go. Don't ever come near me or the dungeons again. Goodbye."
He dodged another attempt at grabbing him and began walking swiftly down the hall. Harry hissed under his breath as he charged forward, grabbed a small wrist and whirled the other boy around. When a flash of wand showed he smack it away. Draco snarled, punched the other in the shoulder, and jerked out of his grasp.
"Do not touch me. Don't ever touch me."
Hurt flashed across Harry's face, he stood back.
"Draco what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
The blonde gave a sharp humor less laugh.
"You know I had given you the benefit of the doubt too." he began moving restlessly, walking to half down the hall then coming back, hands on his hips. "I had actually thought 'hey maybe they could be wrong', so I went to see for myself. And what did I find Harry!"
Harry flinched away from the hysterical blonde, a feeling of unease had began to swirl in his belly.
"I am just so sick and tired of being sick and tired and I'm tired of this mess. You always wanted to be with Ginny, so fine be with Ginny, but know this," Draco pointed to the door his mouth trembling, as the first signs of tears began to gather along his lower lashes. "I fought for you Harry, and I have always loved but you know what? Your just not worth it anymore."
With out another word he turned, his strides long and even as he finally walked away from the one thing that had caused him so much pain for too long, and he never looked back.
DestineysMistake: Here's the first chapter of an experiment of mine. I blame the soap I accidently drank.