-1Chapter 2

Draco felt his metaphorical heart tear and almost kill him. He started crying despite the fact he said he wouldn't. He felt the tears fall and hit his pillow. " Draco? Are you ok?"

Draco squinted his eyes together really tight and sighed. " Yea, sure ,perfect. Let's go to sleep." Draco could feel the harshness of the words he spoke take Blaise's breath away and he felt he actually didn't care all too much. He even felt like Blaise deserved it. After ripping out his heart and spoon feeding it to him. It was a little more than he could take at the moment.

" Draco, I know you're not fine. I know you're upset-"

" Upset? Is there another emotion that I am suppose to be feeling? You'll have to excuse me if my best friend claimed he wasn't gay or even bi when I asked him out and then two weeks later he's dating the one guy I would kill to have and he knows it!! You knew!!! You knew you knew you knew!!!! But you did it anyway!!!" Draco began to full out sob and buried his face in his pillow. " Zabini, go to your own fucking bed."

" Fine Malfoy."

After Blaise climbed out of Draco's bed he realizd how much he wanted two bet friends, in case one stabbed you in the back and force feed you your own metaphorical organs. He could tell tomorrow was not going to be good.

Draco didn't go to class the next day. He had been up all night bawling and choose not to leave his bed. He didn't want to see Potter and Zabini together, it would be too devastating and Draco's poor little heart couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't take his best friend's lies or his personal torture of the fact that he had told Zabini and Zabini only how he felt about Potter. He didn't have any other real friends and now he cried alone. Cried alone, crush less and friend less and devastated.

Harry waited for Blaise outside the main entrance of Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione had taken it surprisingly well and he was waiting for his boy friend's report on how his best friend took it. He saw him sort of dragging himself over. " Hey, I take it it didn't go well."

Blaise laid his head down on Harry's shoulder. " No. He took it terribly. I told him and you remember how he asked me out right?" Harry nodded. " He got pissed because I turned him down because we were already together. He doesn't know that part. He thought I turned him down because I didn't like boys."

Harry wrapped his arms around Blaise, pulling him close. " I know, I know." Harry kissed the top of Blaise's head and buried his face in his hair. " Yummy, you smell delicious."

Blaise smiled, finding Harry's attempt at humor a bit awkward. He had just told him how his best friend took him going out with the one guy he'd kill to have and the fact he liked him all together, bad. Yet here Harry was trying to make it all seem better although Blaise knew it wasn't. It wasn't all better. It was terrible. He ha just lost his best friend and was beginning to think it wasn't worth it.

Draco sat in his bed, quietly writing an essay, waiting for- No not waiting for Blaise. Draco felt his heart do a little flip in his chest and he sighed. He had accidentally wrote the word 'fuck' in his essay, which appropriately described all his feelings at the moment. He cleared the word off and started that sentence again. An again. He kept writing 'fuck you Blaise' and couldn't stop. So he took out a clean roll of parchment and began to write it over and over again. He wrote it until he felt at least a little better and then he sighed. He smiled for the first time since last night and went along writing his essay.

Around 11 p m, Draco bega to worry about his non-friend, Blaise. Not that he particularly cared but only because it was late. Another hour went by before he heard the tell-tell creak of their opening door, letting Blaise in. It took all of Draco's attention and will to not look up at Blaise. He wanted to. It felt like he needed to. But he didn't and he continued on with his last late essay.

One god thing about not having friends is I actually get my homework done, Draco thought. He wanted to laugh but didn't and decided it best not to mention or acknowledge Blaise's existence. So he didn't. He shivered and pulled the curtain around him. He heard Blaise sigh and bit his bottom lip.

"Draco?" Draco didn't answer because that's what a friend would have called him. "Malfoy?"

"Zabini?" Draco answered coldly. He heard Blaise exhale harshly, sounding almost like a hissing cat or snake.

"Is there anyting I could do to win back your friendship? Or maybe at least maybe make you stop hating me?" Draco could hear the desperation in Blaise's voice so he caved a bit.

" Well, I guess we could try to be friends again… but I don't think you could ever win my trust back." Draco said quietly, wishing the last part was true. Despite how Blaise had hurt him so, he still loved him and he knew that he was in for a world of hurt by agreeing to become friends again.

Two days since their agreement had past and Draco had seen Blaise and Harry every waking moment. Blaise had insisted that this would bring Draco and he back together. All it did however was make Draco more desperate to get away. To get away from all the happiness radiating off of the two. He wanted to go into his dark emo corner and cry. He was happy to see his best friend happy, oh he was, he just wished it ws with someone else, maybe even him.

Despite how much Draco wanted that, he knew it could never be so. Blaise was too happy with Potter to notice that Draco was still hurt. Blaise seemed to be under the impression that everything was fine and that Draco was better and would find himself a new boyfriend. Draco knew better. Draco knew that he was unlikely to look at someone else the way he had looked at Blaise for so long. He thought maybe Harry, but that hope was ripped away from him, too.