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Right kind of wrong
Decisions

Harry paced in front of the wall, thinking of a way to get into the hidden room. So far it wasn't working. He'd tried several spells he thought might work but they didn't. Whoever had made the room, had protected it so good that it was impossible for anyone to get in. It was annoying to say the least. This was the perfect hiding place.

Harry sighed and leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes. He again hadn't slept much that night. Draco had been on his mind all the time. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. Their fight was still haunting him for a reason he didn't understand. They fought a lot and every time, it was forgotten quickly. Now, he just could not forget it.

'At least I still have my father' That was the sentence that kept replaying in his head. He wasn't exactly mad at Draco for making a comment like that because he knew he'd been asking for that. It was just the way Draco had said it. There had been something weird about his tone. At the time, he hadn't realized it because he'd been too pissed but the more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that there was something wrong.

Draco had sounded angry when he'd said it which was understandable. He'd also heard fear. That part he understood as well because he knew Draco was afraid of his father. His boyfriend hadn't admitted it in that many words but Harry had gotten quite good at reading Draco's expressions. The part that worried him was the pride he'd heard when Draco had said the word father.

He didn't know why that bothered him but it did and it once again made him realize that Draco did look up to his father and that the love of his life would soon become a Death eater and would be hunting him down.

He clearly remembered Draco's promise in the forest that he wouldn't let anything happen to him but could he keep that promise? Draco was scared of his father, of what he would do to him if he didn't obey his orders. And Harry understood that but he was endangering himself by being with Draco. The other boy knew him through and through. He knew where he stayed during the holidays. Would Draco be able to keep that a secret in the face of torture?

It was last night he had realized how screwed he was and how foolish he'd been by believing in a relationship that was doomed from the start. They could not be together, they just couldn't.

He was the Boy-who-lived, Draco was a soon-to-be Death eater. How the hell could they ever think they could make it work? Love wasn't enough, not for this relationship.

He loved Draco to death, he did but at the moment, he couldn't see how their relationship could survive. It was time he started thinking about himself. He'd put himself in such great danger by opening up to Draco. Even if Draco didn't talk, a truth potion was enough to make him spill his guts and that would be the end of everyone Harry cared for.

He realized it was already too late. Draco knew everything but if he broke up now, no one would ever find out about them. He had not only put himself in great danger, but also the ones close to him and he hadn't thought about that in the beginning.

"I thought I might find you here." Came the all too familiar voice of his soon to be ex-boyfriend.

Harry smiled weakly as Draco approached. The boy looked so insecure. Harry had never seen him like that before.

"We need to talk." Harry said.

"Look, if it's about yesterday, I-"

"It isn't about yesterday." Harry interrupted before Draco could apologize again, "Okay, that's not true. It is about yesterday but not directly. I mean it's got nothing to do with what you said. Well, it actually does but not in the way you think i-."

"Harry, you're babbling and it's freaking me out." Draco cut in.

"Right, right. Sorry." Harry ran a hand through his messy hair and stared at his feet. He should've had time to prepare for what he was going to say. He sucked at serious conversations and he could already feel he was going to stammer and just be really confusing.

"Harry, what is it?" Draco asked, now sounding worried but Harry did not raise his head to meet Draco's oh-so gorgeous grey eyes.

"You're breaking up, aren't you?" Came Draco's voice several seconds later. Harry's head shot up at this and he could see the hurt in the gray eyes he had loved from the beginning. He wanted nothing more than to say 'no' but now he had to think about his own and his friends their safety.

"Hear me out first, okay?" Harry pleaded. Draco sighed deeply but nodded his agreement.

"First, it's really not about what you said. I deserved that comment but I do think it's better if we end things. For a change, I need to think about my own safety and that of my friends. You know too much about me and if we stay in a relationship, the change of getting caught increases and I can not be responsible for the deaths of the people I love."

"So, let me get this straight, after all this time, you still don't trust me? What? Do you think as soon as I have the chance that I'll go running to my father to tell him everything?" Draco asked bitterly.

"No! No, that's not it. I trust you. It's the Death eaters and Voldemort that I don't trust. If they find out about us, I'm doomed."

"You don't trust me! I told you I would rather die than tell them about you!"

Harry sighed. "I know that, Draco! Ever heard of a truth potion?"

"Oh… Right." Draco said, his voice as well as his eyes emotionless. There was no anger, no acceptance, nothing. And frankly, that freaked Harry out more than the anger.

"Right." Draco repeated, "Well, it's your choice."

"Come on, Draco. Don't act like that!" Harry pleaded. He secretly wanted Draco not to accept it, to say that he loved him and that they would always be together. Of course this didn't happen in real life.

"I get your point. What more do you want?"

"I want to know how you feel!"

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Draco told, eyes flashing with anger briefly. Before Harry could answer, Draco walked off.

Harry decided against going after him. He didn't think it was such a good idea. He waited several minutes to make sure Draco was gone and then headed up to the Gryffindor common room to grab his stuff. Lessons were bound to start soon and he had Snape the first two hours. Coming late wasn't an option.

"Harry, where've you been?" Ron asked as soon as he appeared through the portrait hole. Harry mumbled an incoherent reply that not even he understood and hurried up to his dorm to grab his books.

Once back in the common room, the golden trio headed out to the dungeons were the Slytherins and a few Gryffindors were waiting.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Potter and his two little sidekicks, the Weasel and the Mudblood." Malfoy sneered at them.

"Oh, sod off, Malfoy!" Harry spat angrily. He should've guessed Draco would be acting like this and it wasn't fair. It wasn't as if he enjoyed this decision. It was for the best and he should've guessed Draco wouldn't understand

"Or what?"

"Or I'm going to hex you and don't think I won't."

"Harry!" Hermione hissed warningly from beside him.

Draco laughed and faked fear. "Oh no, Potter's getting angry. Let's run for the hills."

"Shut it, Malfoy or I'm going to hit you again. Remember last year?" Hermione said, taking a step forward. Meanwhile, all Gryffindors had arrived and burst out in laughter.

Malfoy turned bright red as his fellow Slytherins started asking him if it was true and he could only nod.

Harry smiled pleased. Hermione had humiliated Draco in front of his friends. That should keep him quiet for a while.

"Nice one, Hermione." Harry said.

Hermione grinned at him. "I just want to hear him try to comment again. Punching Malfoy was great, I'd do it again."

At that moment, Snape arrived, cutting off any further arguments between Malfoy and himself which he was quite glad for. This was not going the way it was supposed to be going. Not even an hour ago, he'd been pacing in front on the hidden room, figuring out a way to get in. Now he'd made the biggest mistake of his life by breaking up with the one person he loved more than life itself.

To be continued

A/N: Feel free to throw all sorts of heavy things to my head. –Points at review button-