A/N: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless i decide to create my own somewhere along the way. I also do not own Hogwarts, however i did attend there and i am a proud Hufflepuff. This is my first story that i've published, though it is not the first i have written. Reviews are appreciated, as is criticism. Thank you so much for reading, it really means a lot to me. I will stop babbling now so you can read on about all the young, angsty, teenage love between the two most attractive wizards to ever attend Hogwarts.

Draco let Madame Pomfrey prod at his cheek, sighing. She closed the cut in his cheek and cleaned up the blood. Then, she smiled sweetly. "You're all done, dear."
He nodded a thank you and stood from the table he sat on. Harry was across the room- they needed to get close, as Father had said. Closer, at best.
Hermione and Ron looked up when he got over there. "Malfoy." Ron said with slight disgust.
"Weasley. Granger." He nodded at both of them, then smirked a bit.
Hermione looked back down at her and Ron's hands, and Draco turned to Harry. He was staring at him. "What are you staring at, Potter?" He smirked more as he spoke.
"Nothing."
"Sure."
Harry smirked slightly.
"Am I too perfect?"
"Not even close." Harry's voice indicated he was lying.
Draco rolled his eyes and turned away, laughing a bit. Harry was lying to him about being perfect. It was actually quite funny, Harry Potter thought he, Draco Malfoy, was perfect.
Ginny Weasley was suddenly on Harry's side, holding his hand when Draco turned back around. For some reason, his jaw clenched. Why was Ginny being with Harry making him mad?
He didn't know, and he almost didn't want to know.

Harry smiled and squeezed Ginny's hand lightly. She stared up at him and smiled a bit, then kissed his cheek. He blushed slightly, glad Ron was looking down and not at him at that moment.
He sighed and remembered that Draco was on his other side. "Hey, Malfoy," he said.
Draco was deep in thought and wasn't hearing him. He shrugged and turned to Ginny. She stood taller and whispered in his ear, "Can we talk somewhere, privately?"
He nodded and smiled. "We'll be back in a bit."
He and Ginny wandered outside, and once they got outside, Ginny gently pulled her hand from his. "What's wrong?" He asked, eyebrows knitting together.
"I- I can't be with you, Harry. I mean, I- I like you, and I still want to be friends-" Ginny's eyes started watering slightly. "-but I've fallen in love with someone else..."
Harry felt like dying, then and there. He stared down at her, watching her fiery hair blow in the wind, a red banner warning him of danger. As she started to cry, he looked down and pulled her into a tight hug. "Ginny, don't cry. It's okay."
"Harry, I'm going back inside... Please don't tell Ron yet, I'm telling him at home."
"Okay." Harry let her back away and sighed as he watched her walk back inside without glancing over her shoulder at him.
He wished she had.
He wished she'd looked back over her shoulder, halfway to the castle, and realized his look of despair- how much he needed her- and turned and run at him, colliding her lips with his and saying she was wrong. She'd whisper words of sorry and then kissed him passionately, and they'd go inside like nothing had happened.
Harry sighed again and put his hands on the back of his neck and looked down. Then he let out a loud groan that progressed into a yell. Finally, he stopped and was panting, and he kicked a large slab of stone wall.
Hearing a loud snap, he fell to the ground and grabbed his foot. "Ow, you stupid git." He'd kicked the stone and broken his foot- Harry had forgotten he wasn't indestructible.
Suddenly, Draco walked out and caught sight of Harry on the ground clutching his foot. Both boys froze in place, Draco in mid-step, Harry pulling out his wand to attempt a bone-mending spell.
"Potter, did you faint again?" Draco had started over to him.
"No, Malfoy." Harry muttered and Draco kneeled beside him. Draco gently held Harry's foot on his lap and tapped his wand to it, mending it. Harry took a sharp breath in as the bones melted back into place, causing him more pain than it had been to break it. "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, how the hell did you break your foot?"
Harry paused. If he told Draco about Ginny, would he make fun of him? He seemed to have changed. Maybe this was Harry's only chance to prove he could trust Draco.
"Ginny broke up with me." He admitted it after a second. "I mean, it's not like we were together-together, but she was supposed to be my girlfriend when all of that stuff that happened ended, when I got back. Hell, we made out right under George's nose! Everyone knew!
"And then I defeat Voldemort, and when I need the most comforting, she tells me she fell for someone else!" Harry leapt to his feet and started pacing as he ranted. After a few minutes, he stopped and looked at the ground and dropped his arms from where they were hovering in air. "I think I loved her."
That was the moment he broke down.

Draco stood across from Harry, unsure what to do. The man in front of him was acting like a three-year-old, crying and shouting in rage and kicking or hitting anything he could.
When he took out his wand, Draco couldn't handle it anymore. "Potter!" he barked and the dark hair he'd been staring at became emerald green eyes that glowed with anger. "You're having a sodding temper tantrum. Who'd have known Harry Potter, the boy who lived and could defeat the dark lord with ease, couldn't take a break-up well?" His smirk grew with the fire in Harry's eyes. He was fueling it, giving Harry a reason to get angry. A reason to show emotion.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"Ooh, Potter, you're so scary." He mocked and chuckled. Then he started circling around Harry. "Scary Potty, ooh."
He was then tackled to the ground. Draco's head hit the stones and he barely fought back as Harry punched bruises on his face, arms, and neck. He started to push away when Harry broke his nose.
Draco rolled them over so he was over Harry, straddling his waist and pinning him down. "Calm down, Potter." Blood trailed from Draco's nose and dripped onto the other man's chest and face. It then slipped into Draco's mouth as he opened it to speak, and the metallic taste spread over his tongue. "I did that so you would have a reason to take your anger out, you git. Do you realize that now?" He swallowed the blood and made a face for a second.
"Yeah, I do realize, Malfoy. Now, let me up so we can get you to Pomfrey again."
"Fine." Draco climbed off of him and held out a hand to help him up.
"She's gonna have a fit when she sees us."
"She will," Draco laughed softly. For some reason, his father's warning and orders were in the back of his mind.
He was doing this stuff for Harry completely of his own accord.