Harry stared mournfully down at the Hogwarts grounds from the top of the Astronomy Tower. He shook his head, disgusted with himself. How could I have been so fucking stupid!

"Harry?" A low voice asked from behind him. He didn't turn around, he knew who it was.

"Hey there Goyle." Gregory Goyle, best friend to his worst enemy. A recent acquaintance.

"What are you doing up here? What's wrong?"

Harry snorted. "As if you didn't know."

"Didn't know what?"

Could it be possible that he didn't know what Malfoy had done to him? It seemed unlikely, but then again, he hadn't been hanging around the blond Slytherin as often as he used to.

Harry sighed then answered lowly, "Draco never really liked me."

Silence. He hadn't really expected the man to say anything; he'd never been a terribly loquacious person. He continued, "Turns out it was just a bet between him and Blaise. I know I shouldn't be surprised, and I'm not really. Just disappointed." He shook his head again. "At least he wasn't lying when he was singing about how he'd break my heart."

Harry leaned against the stones, all that was separating him from the ground far, far below where he stood. He felt like singing. A song was what had started all this. So softly, he did just that, "I remember years ago someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love. I did. I did."

Hermione had warned him years ago that there would be people interested not in him, but in his money or his fame. And others would want revenge or maybe just the thrill of sex with the savior. He would have to look very carefully to find someone who truly wanted to be with him. For a long time he'd followed that advice.

He'd said no to dozens of witches and wizards over the past few years; Romilda Vane, Ginny Weasley, Ernie McMillan, Terry Boot, Theodore Nott, Susan Bones, etc. But then Draco, the very handsome Slytherin he had secretly admired for since his first year at Hogwarts, had asked him out.

"But he was strong and I was not." Harry had been so lonely. The only people close to him were Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna. They were wonderful, but they were also together. Ron had been dating Hermione since sixth year, and Neville had been dating Luna since fifth. It made Harry feel like a fifth wheel; uncomfortable and unwanted.

He'd wanted someone to hold him. Just sweep him up in their arms and hug him, love him. It wasn't much to ask for, it happened to everyone else. But for Harry it seemed impossible.

"My illusion, my mistake. I was careless I forgot. I did." A flash of those silver eyes and he was gone, trapped. He forgot about the hell that they'd put each other through, forgot about all the animosity. Voldemort was dead after all. Why should they still be enemies?

"And now when all is done there is nothing left to say. He has gone and so effortlessly; he has won."

Draco hadn't won the bet, though. Harry took a great deal of pleasure from that fact. It was a small victory that didn't relieve his misery at all. Still, it was something. Something he could hold on to.

He turned slightly so that Goyle was in his line of vision. "You can go ahead and tell them. Tell them all I know now. Shout it from the roof tops or write it on the sky line." Harry sighed and whispered, "All we had is gone now."

Nothing really seemed to matter anymore. It had been his last ditch effort at happiness. It hadn't worked out. As far as Harry was concerned it was time to leave this place, in one way or another. So, it didn't matter really, if the Slytherins or Draco knew how much they'd managed to hurt him. "You can tell them I was happy and my heart is broken. All my scars are open. Tell them what I hoped would be impossible. Impossible…"

He should've known better. After all, he was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die. Nothing was impossible for him. He was almost ashamed of himself for forgetting. "Falling out of love is hard. Falling for betrayal is worse. Broken trust and broken hearts. I know. Thinking all I had was there, building faith on love is worst. Empty promises will wear. I know. I know!" He growled out the last word.I knew that and still I let him get close enough to hurt me.

"And now when all is gone there is nothing to say and if you're done with embarrassing me on your own, you can go ahead and tell them." He stopped singing abruptly; it hurt too much to continue. Instead he snapped at Goyle, "Tell them that Draco succeeded in making a fool out of the Golden Boy. Tell them they finally got one over on me. Tell them I said congratulations, job well fucking done. Tell them what I thought would be impossible."

Goyle was silent for a few moments, unsure what to say in the wake of Harry's little rant. When he spoke his voice was soft, hesitant.

"Did he…?"

"No." Harry said sharply. "I knew he was lying about his feelings so I never let him do more than kiss me." Another snort. "I just wished I'd known how insincere he was being."

"I'm sorry." Gregory mumbled. "I should've told you."

"So you did know then." Harry mumbled. "Why would you tell me anyway? Aren't you his friend?"

"Not for awhile now."

"What happened?"

"He found out how I feel about you."