'Damn dobe,' a drift of ashen smoke trailed the raven as he wandered aimlessly. His mood was ghastly.

"What's his problem with two men being together?" Sasuke asked aloud to the halls. The weather had turned dark and foul as his temper.

"Do you have a problem with two men?" Sasuke's eyes lowered to meet the gaze of a blond boy. Differing from Naruto, the boy's hair held tints of a lighting blonde, his eyes possessing the color of raindrops. He was unaccompanied and apparently impatient. "Do you then?"

"Of course not," Sasuke swooped down to the boy. 'He must be the one Naruto was blabbering about.' "It seems that you have no problem with them either."

He had been anticipating a blush but instead received a harsh answer. "It doesn't matter to me," the blonde explained, "Whether it's a girl or a guy, they're all the same to me." Sasuke smirked; he had always been good at sniffing out a lie.

"You're lying," Sasuke grinned, "You do care for a certain glasses wearing brunette." It was a wild guess but the response from Draco satisfied Sasuke.

"Shut up," the blushing Draco said, "Besides it's not like you know much. May I remind you that you're dead and I'm not?" Sasuke frowned. It was true and he still couldn't get over the fact that he was dead.

"May I remind you that he probably won't ever accept your feelings," Sasuke hoped to strike a nerve, "that what you're feeling right now is one sided?"

"May I remind you that you can't love anymore?" He marched away, passing completely through Sasuke. Although Draco was obviously wounded from what he had said, Sasuke felt as if he had lost that battle of words. What Draco had said was true, but then it had been true all his life.

He couldn't love his mother, her career of fucking all of his father's associates kept her from being a loving caring mother. His father never even looked at him, too busy fucking other women besides his mother. Everyone else ignored him; he never met anyone's standards anyways, never fit into the mold shaped by Itachi, his older brother.

Itachi. What he had felt towards the bastard wasn't love. It was infatuation, right? He adored him. And then Itachi killed everyone he knew. Cruelly he was kept alive, the last surviving Uchiha besides Itachi. Clenching his fists, Sasuke meticulously counted to a hundred. Painstakingly pressure was released from his eyes.

What did he care anyways? He was dead. Still, the pain of never being love echoed in his heart.

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Draco's pale hand fisted the back of Harry's black robe; he dragged the brunette back enough for him to fall. Draco was nowhere near being satisfied. The damn pretentious ghost had gotten to him.

Draco jeered ruthlessly, "Move your ass Potter." Unsuspected anger lashed back against the Malfoy.

"Leave me alone Draco," Harry said as he wrenched out of Draco's hold. Fury flared in the blonde's face, Harry was denying him? "Yeah, we don't want you bloody here," Ron's voice interrupted him.

'What's with Weasly? Why is he so protective of Harry all a sudden?' Draco fumed with jealously. Was he jealous? Was Harry screwing around with other guys too? Suddenly the minuscule bit of doubt that he had possessed earlier, had bloomed. Now it was an evil Venus flytrap, trying to engulf all of Harry.

"Mine," accidently the word sounded from Draco's mouth.

Unforeseen was the punch, striking him squarely in the gut. Harry's hand was hard and unforgiving. Draco crumbled to the ground, his pride stung. Yet it was nothing compared to what had been pummeled against the deep chambers of his heart. Everything was stuck inside him. His feelings towards Harry blocked off by his mind. The words he wanted to say, wedged between the pain and bewilderment. Gasping for air, Draco's pathetic form kneeled against the maroon carpeting.

Shakily at first, the Malfoy was ay last capable to resume his stance. The usual urge to clobber Harry wasn't present.

"Well come on Malfoy," Harry's palms connected with his shoulders. Draco felt shivers illicitly run down his body, the abrupt racing of lust uniting with his bloodstream. Stubby fingers glided towards his pockets, slipping a miniature slip of paper into its depths.

"I don't even know why I bother speaking to you," Draco sharply spun in the other direction, "Half-blood."

Briskly he hurried out of their view, thrusting his hand into the small pockets. The slip of paper felt smooth and foreign in the warm cloth. It was lined, the blue contrasting against the plain white paper and dark red ink. Draco spent approximately two seconds reading the two words but he spent the next five minutes motionless.

'It's over.'

The ghost had been right. He never even had a chance.

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Envious Harry gazed longingly at the small touches of comfort between Ron and Hermione. The couple was unaware of their movements, just sections of seconds where their hands brushed. An almost invisible grin of knowing their love for each other was caught by Harry's surveying eyes.

He had told Draco it was over.

'It had to end eventually.' The small wisps of regret were throbbing inside of him. Desperately Harry wished for some relief but it had been necessary. Hadn't it? He wanted what Ron had. Someone to really love, always and forever and with Draco, forever was never spelled out correctly.

"Hey," Ron said catching his attention, "Anything wrong?"

He shook his head, trying to ward off the worrying expression marring Ron's love glazed face. "I'm fine." He wasn't fine though. He ended it; shouldn't there be some kind of emotion of completion? There wasn't and instead he was left wanting Draco back.

He wanted Draco back.

That halted everything that was being filtered through his mind. He wanted the blonde back. He ended it but still…'God this is too confusing.' Harry sighed, leaning against the cold window pane.

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Author's Note: This story is moving a bit faster than I thought it was. It has been a busy week for me, hence the short chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it though.

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