A/N:

Pix here. I haven't uploaded anything in awhile, and I had a sudden urge to write a oneshot. Hope you like, and choose to read and review.

As always constructive criticism is encouraged, as long as it IS constructive. I'll admit my writing is not the best that ever was or ever will be, but I'd like a reason for why you think so, and how I can improve.

Also, this is a Draco and Harry fanfic, so if slash or this particular pairing bothers you, then please don't read this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, or Hermione Granger. The Harry Potter series is not and never was my idea, so there.

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"I'm sitting in our room. Well, what used to be our room. Now that Hermione and Ron have broken up, and you need to go "comfort" Hermione, I'm here alone.
You know, you told me that, since we're out of school, we could be together. Forever.
That nothing could separate us.
I'm not sure I can believe you anymore.
The last time I saw you was a week ago.
I miss you Harry.
I fucking miss you.
But, I can't take this abuse anymore.
Come home, or end this.
I need to know."

My hand hovers over the send button, slightly shaking. You bought this muggle thing, a computer, so we could keep in touch- with each other, with other people.
After you showed me how to send an email, I haven't touched it.
Until now.
I don't trust my birds (any of them) with this.

I don't want my own handwriting on this.
I need this to be cold.
Unfeeling.
Like you were in the emails you've sent every day that I just finished reading.
"I love you, babe" my arse.
You're probably with Hermione, that little mudblood slut, right now.
Actually... maybe not. I hear something behind me, I think.

"Are you behind me now, or did I imagine the door slightly creaking open then closing? Did I imagine those soft footsteps that I used to hear so often?
And, if you're really here, tell me: Am I imagining that faint hiss of your breath? I don't want to turn around and disappoint myself, so say something." I feel sort of... Weird, saying this, hoping for an answer, but... I think you're there.

"I love you so much, Dray. I shouldn't've left." I turn to answer, and suddenly our lips have met.

This may be wrong; I may stupid. But, I know, that at this moment in time...
I love you.
And, this may be even more foolish, but...
I can almost convince myself you love me too.
This isn't healthy, but I can live the lie a little longer.
For you, baby.
Just for fucking you.