Title: I Don't Love You

Author: aestheticsofhate

Warnings: Slash

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I Don't Love You

Prologue

Harry's POV

Harry stood there, stunned. Thoughts were running through his head, non-stop. He couldn't help it. What else was there to do when you see your boyfriend of five years fucking a woman in the bed you share?

And that woman happened to be his best friend's sister.

Harry's mind was churning out questions, one after another. He came back from a Ministry trip, hoping to be able to cuddle in bed with his boyfriend, not to stumble on his cheating ass. How long has this thing been going on? How many others had his boyfriend had without him knowing? How the fuck could Ginny do this to him? He knew Ginny was a bit of a slut, but he never expected her to hit on his boyfriend. Or his boyfriend to cheat on him. He felt betrayed. He felt anger. He felt confusion.

The fornicating couple on the bed had not noticed his presence yet. Taking advantage of this, he went to the living room and penned a short note for Draco.

I saw that. Don't bother coming after me.

Potter.

And with that, he stepped out of his home, hands empty, with no plans of ever coming back.

Draco's POV

He climbed out of bed, yawning. The weaslette had already left.

He had been in some random club last night, looking for someone to fuck like what he usually did when Harry went on a Ministry trip. It wasn't that he was unsatisfied with Harry, but... a man's got to change the type of flavour he always gets once in awhile, shouldn't he? And so, he found Ginny Weasley there, ready to fuck anything with a cock. Weasel would be so proud of his little sister now, wouldn't he? He smirked to himself.

To spite the weasel, he decided to pick her up. Sure, she was easy, and Weasel would probably never know, but fuck. Anything to irritate him. Thus, the deed was done. He didn't know what this would lead to, the next day.

Harry was to come back today. Or maybe not, when he saw the note on the coffee table.

Damn. He saw that. A mild irritation flickered through him. Harry couldn't fault him for looking for other outlets, when he himself was in another country for two or three weeks. Heck. He probably picked up other people there as well, to relieve the tension.

Whatever. If he wasn't coming back, that was his problem. There are always other fishes in the sea.

A few days later, he decidedly changed his tone. The place felt different, as though it knew that Harry wasn't going to come back. He felt less comfortable, like something was missing. There was no longer interesting smells wafting in from the kitchen, when Harry decided to cook some elaborate meal. There was no one to sooth him when he was tired from reading all the stupid documents required of him for his business. There was a weird ache in his heart, occasionally affecting him to the extent that he couldn't breathe.

It hit him, then. This place was no longer a home. It wasn't a home, without Harry around. Harry was always the one giving into this relationship, making the place feel like a home, giving it homey feelings. He missed Harry. Harry had somehow wormed into his heart and made a place for him there, unknowingly. He always thought he stayed with Harry because of convenience, because Harry was there, and he couldn't be bothered to change what he had seeing that he was comfortable with it. Who would want to change that, a relationship with the hero of the wizarding world, with meaningless fucks on the side?

Apparently, that was not the case. He panicked, knowing that Harry would really never come back to him. But he had to try. Now the problem was, where in hell could Harry possibly be?

Ideas ran through his head. Weasel's place. Hogwarts. Where else could he be? He realised, that with his foolish actions, he had kicked Harry out of the one home he ever had.