A/N: A short one, but I will try and publish more later, however a mountain sized ironing pile of clothes wait for me, think of me slaving away.

Chapter Three

Hearing Harry telling him it was over was like a cruciatus to the heart. He knew Harry would be upset and mad, hell if it was the other way around he would be livid. It was difficult to try and explain to Harry that 'pure bloods' were different and that Harry had no one to answer to, he had the freedom of choice.

He on the other hand was raised knowing that one day he would have an arranged marriage and that he was expected to carry on the Malfoy name and produce an heir.

He had hoped that his parents would understand, but when he confessed he was in love with a man, his father was furious. Luckily he had never told his father, who he was in love with, that would have been a disaster. When he started his final year he kept to himself, was polite and civil. He started noticing Harry more, realising that Harry too was keeping to himself and Harry was also watching him often. Draco felt stirrings of lust for Harry, he would watch him constantly, would imagine kissing him and would fantasise about being with him. Then one day, Harry being his typical brave Gryffindor self, approached Draco, demanded to know what all the longing looks meant, he had told Draco that he better not be fucking with him.

This is when he decided to hell with it and actually replied to Harry that, 'No he wasn't fucking with him, but would like to actually fuck him'. To say Harry was surprised would have been an understatement, but they soon started seeing each other secretly. Draco had fallen for Harry, he couldn't ask for anything more in a partner.

They declared their love for each other, and he decided that he was going to tell his parents he was in love with a man, he wanted to be with Harry after school. His mother looked sad, she knew that Draco was completely serious about being in love with a man, but she also knew that it could never be allowed to happen. She remained silent as his father yelled at him, his father demanded to know who it was, but Draco refused to tell him.

Lucius had blackmailed Draco, he promised not to do his own investigations into Draco's mystery man, if Draco would marry a chosen bride. Draco knew that what his father was implying, he would find out his boyfriends identity and hurt him. Not only was the threat from his father enough, but he felt obliged to marry and produce an heir, it was deep routed in him.

Draco had hoped that he could marry, produce an heir and then maybe separate. Appear to be married to the public, but live separate lives, he could have his Harry back. When he returned to Hogwarts after the holidays, he became distant with Harry, he told him he needed space. He couldn't bring himself to tell Harry he was to be married soon, he didn't want to see the hurt look on his face.

He was a coward and married Astoria without telling Harry, he knew now that this was a huge mistake. Hearing Harry crudely talk about him and Astoria having sex, really upset him. He felt like he was cheating on Harry when he slept with her, Draco was attracted to men and women, sleeping with Astoria was what it was, it never compared to making love to Harry.

Draco also knew that Astoria's choice in a honeymoon destination would hurt Harry, but it was already booked when he found out. He couldn't exactly say, 'Sorry I can't go there. I'm planning on going there with my boyfriend' he didn't enjoy his time in Paris. He kept thinking of Harry, what Harry would think of the food, what Harry would think of the attractions, and most of all what it would feel like to make love to Harry in Paris.

Astoria sensed he was not himself and told him that she understood, she assumed he was acting strange because they were married through an arranged marriage. She said, 'We may not love each other now, but we can grow to love each other'. Draco very much doubted that, he would always and forever love Harry, no other.

He knew he was being a hypocrite but he didn't want Harry to be with someone else, he hated the idea of someone touching his Harry. When Harry decided to move onto someone else it would be awful. As Draco knew Harry went into relationships with his heart and soul, he was an old romantic, he assumed people married for love. Not for Draco, he married for other things but defiantly not love.

When he returned from the bookshop, Astoria had asked about his day and tried to engage him in some intimate actions, but Draco shrugged her off.

"Astoria, don't I'm not in the mood." He snapped.

She bristled, "You're never in the mood and when we do make love, you're not fully with me, your elsewhere."

Draco stared at her, "What's your point Astoria. I was forced into an arranged marriage with someone I do not know. I'm not going to fall in love with you - just like that." He coldly said.

She slapped him around the face, "I too was forced into an arranged marriage, but I unlike you are trying to make the most of the situation."

She went to slap him again, but Draco grabbed her wrist, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I may not be myself at the moment, but I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that, if you are going to be my wife, you will learn to deal with your issues."

She snorted, "My issues! My issues Draco, you're the one who is totally fucked up in the head."

She wretched her wrist free, "Why can't you at least try and get to know me? How are we going to fall in love, or at least learn to compromise when you haven't even tried." She sounded defeated.

He sneered at her, "If I were you, I would listen, and listen carefully. I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!" He picked up his owl post and went to his study, slamming the door. He could hear Astoria crying, he felt bad but he didn't go apologise, it was the truth after all and the truth hurts.

After seeing Draco in the bookshop, Harry found Hermione told her he was going and left before she could ask what was wrong. He went to the nearest bar and spent the afternoon getting wasted, he knew that alcohol wouldn't solve his problems, but it would numb the pain for now.

Draco had remained silent when Harry asked if he hadn't slept with Astoria, his silence speaking a thousand unsaid words. He kept imagining them together, making love, he was jealous of her, she got to touch him, kiss him, satisfy him and he didn't. Harry was well on his way to being drunk when, a man in his early twenties approached him.

The man ran his fingers down Harry's arm, "Hey handsome, need a drinking partner?"

Harry frowned at the man, he recognised he was flirting with him, but he didn't care for it, "No I don't. I'm doing a good enough job on my own."

The stranger laughed, "Well maybe not a drinking partner. We could go somewhere else, I can help you forget your troubles." The man squeezed Harry's leg as he said this.

Harry shot the man a disgusted glare, "I said No, N-O, No, I'm not interested."

Just then as if called on by Merlin himself, Draco appeared, he grabbed the man's arm, slung him away, "He said no, are you deaf as well as stupid."

The man shrugged, "Sorry princess, I didn't mean to upset your boyfriend."

Harry groaned at that, for fuck sake. Draco however didn't look bothered, "Just do one, before I curse you with genital warts for the rest of your miserable life."

The man left in a hurry after that, Draco sat in the bar stool that the man had vacated. "Harry, what are you doing? You're wasted."

Harry put his elbows onto the bar and hung his head in his hands, "Draco, why do you always appear out of nowhere? I'm trying to forget. What are you doing here? I'm sure your wife is at home warming the bed for you?"

Draco slammed his glass onto the bar, "Stop acting like a wanker."

Harry lifted his head and stared at Draco in disbelief, "I'm being a wanker. Oh that's fucking rich coming from you. I'm sorry, my pity party for one and truthful comments are too much for you. Well fuck you and your fucking 'I'm better than you' attitude."

Draco reached out and placed his hand on top of Harry's hand, "I'm not better than you Harry, I'm not good enough for you."

Harry snatched his hand away, "Don't try and excuse your behaviour with the 'poor me, I'm misunderstood' act."

Draco sighed, "Harry, you're drunk, you're not thinking straight. Let's talk when you're sober."

Harry stood, "No Draco, let's not."

He stormed out of the bar, Draco followed him and dragged him into the nearest alley. "You think I have stopped loving you, you think it doesn't hurt like hell for me, I haven't forgotten Harry, I will never forget. I love you!"

Harry stared gobsmacked, "Harry I don't love her, I will never love her."

Harry couldn't understand, "Why marry her then Draco? Why not do what you wanted to do, why not marry me? What's wrong with me?"

Draco took hold of Harry's hand, "There is nothing wrong with you babycakes. You're it for me, it just…"

Harry finished his sentence, "wasn't enough, I know."

Harry moved forward, placed a soft, gentle peck to Draco's lips and disapparated. Draco stayed frozen on the spot, softly touching his lips where Harry had kissed him.