Author's Note: Thank you so, so much for the reviews! I appreciate them a lot! This chapter is really, really long and covers a lot of emotional material. I'm hoping to crank out chapters really fast these next few days because I start school next week and won't be able to post as frequently after that. One of the convos towards the end of this update might seem confusing in the middle, but it makes sense once you get towards the end of it. I think I clarified things...I hope. Anyway, please, please review! This chapter is kinda important and ties up a few loose ends, so I really would love to have your feedback. Thanks so much!!! :)
Draco glared down the table as he absentmindedly slammed a helping of potatoes onto his plate. Harry and Raynea were sitting right next to each other at the dinner table, which wasn't much of a surprise. They had been practically inseparable since he arrived that afternoon. This did not sit well with Draco. In fact, he was furious. He spent most of his day by himself so that he wouldn't be subjected to the sight of Harry and Raynea. Draco could hardly admit it to himself, but he felt threatened by Harry's presence. However, he was certain that Harry had the same feeling towards him. They would often have lengthy glaring matches, and it seemed almost as though they were having a silent argument. It was just understood that neither one was comfortable or willing to be around the other.
All throughout dinner, Draco felt his rage go into overdrive. Anytime Harry made Raynea laugh, he wanted to throw up. Anytime, they made eye contact and smiled at each other, he wanted to scream. Anytime the two of them 'accidentally' brushed arms while reaching for food, he wanted to lunge across the table and choke Harry to death. It was very frustrating to deal with, especially since Draco hated the feeling he was experiencing. He was jealous. There was no way to deny it, and no other word to describe it. Draco was jealous of Harry Potter—something that he despised even having to think about.
Once dinner was over, Harry and Raynea headed up to her room to talk for awhile. What a shock. Draco looked after them fiercely as they climbed the stairs with small smiles on their faces. Watching them made him sick. He hated being in love, especially since his sworn enemy was walking off with his girl like it was nothing.
"Stupid, worthless, pasty, poorly endowed sack of—"
"Draco, have you finished with your plate?" Mrs. Weasley asked kindly, interrupting his thoughts.
"Yes," he responded roughly as he stood up from the table and stomped out of the room.
***
Harry and Raynea were sprawled out across her bed, both wearing broad grins on their faces. She was so glad that she finally got to see him again. She had missed him quite a bit since they parted at the end of term, and things seemed more in control once he had arrived. However, he quickly ended the state of calm she was feeling, and brought her attention to a serious matter.
"How long has Malfoy been here, exactly?" he questioned with suspicion, breaking a short silence.
Raynea knew that this would come up eventually. She sighed heavily before staring at Harry with an exasperated expression. The conversation had already become irritating, and it barely even got started.
"For about a week," she told him as she shrugged, "He first came here the day we sent you that letter. Do you remember?"
"Yeah…right…" Harry agreed, clearing his throat uncomfortably, "And Hermione sent me another one saying that he…joined our side…"
"Great, so you're all caught up," Raynea answered with a hint of relief in her voice. Since he seemed to know everything, maybe he wouldn't question her any further.
There was a brief period of quiet in which Harry looked extremely ill at ease. Raynea was prepared to switch to another subject, but he spoke before she had a chance.
"…why is he still here?"
"He has nowhere else to go," Raynea said softly, "We couldn't just toss him out."
"Well, we can't just keep him here, either," Harry returned firmly.
"I don't understand," she began with a somewhat angered expression.
"You wouldn't," Harry replied gravely, "You don't know what he's really like…or maybe you just don't remember."
Raynea narrowed her eyes in annoyance as her jaw dropped slightly. Apparently, this discussion had gotten extremely personal without her even realizing it.
"I know him a lot better than you do," she shot back.
"He's been a Death Eater for months, then he shows up here claiming that he's not and you all just believe him?"
"We used Veritaserum," Raynea reminded him coolly, "We wouldn't just let him walk free purely on his word."
"He shouldn't be here," Harry stated sternly, ignoring her rationalization.
"This isn't like you, Harry. I know you hate Malfoy, but you wouldn't let that stop you from trying to help him. You help people who need it…and he needs it."
Harry ripped his eyes away from her, and exhaled in defeat. Raynea knew that she had made a valid point, and he couldn't deny it. Harry was too virtuous to turn his back on anyone, even his worst enemy. There was more uncomfortable silence, and Raynea wasn't quite sure what to say. Nothing could make the situation any easier, but trying to refer to a lighter topic would be improper. However, Harry seemed to have an idea of a matter that needed to be discussed.
"Are you…back with him?"
Raynea's eyes widened before she inhaled slowly. The answer to the question was easy, unlike her relationship with Draco. She had to remind herself that they were simply friends. There was no need to overanalyze their association. It was friendly…sort of…
"No…I'm not," Raynea answered quietly.
"Right…" Harry said uneasily as he folded his lips, "It just looked like you were when I saw you two earlier."
"We're friends…that's it."
"Friends?" Harry repeated with a furrowed brow.
Raynea sighed as she rolled her eyes. Why did everyone react to this idea like it was the strangest thing in the world?
"Yeah…friends," she verified.
He seemed a little relieved by this piece of information, and Raynea had a feeling she knew why. The deeper feelings she and Harry had for one another were undeniable. They were best friends, but there was always something else there. However, Raynea thought she had lost the temptation to act on it. Though, now, things were different.
"And even if I was with him again…why would it matter?" she inquired in a hushed voice. Harry redirected his gaze towards her, and seemed rather weary as he gave her an answer.
"Because you can't trust him."
"Is that all?"
He opened his mouth to speak, when the door swung open, disrupting his response. Draco strutted into the room with a sour expression on his face, which grew even more severe as he gazed upon Harry. For a few seconds, the two boys simply glared at one another, leaving Raynea to feel increasingly awkward. She wasn't sure what to do or say, but Draco shortly filled the silence that overcame the room.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked coldly, raising his eyebrows.
"Actually, you are," Harry returned sharply, "What're you even doing up here, Malfoy?"
"I live here too now, remember?" Draco reminded him cruelly.
"No…what're you doing here?"
Raynea glanced from Harry to Draco with wide eyes. She had a feeling things were bound to get more intense.
"I just wanted to speak to Raynea for a second. That a problem for you, Potter?"
Harry simply glared before turning to Raynea expectantly. Apparently, she was supposed to intervene. She honestly had no idea what to say. Either way, someone would be angry. It was unavoidable.
"Well…er…"
"I need to talk to you," Draco stated abruptly, addressing Raynea for the first time since he entered the room.
"She doesn't have to—"
"I need to talk to you," Draco repeated, staring at Raynea closely and cutting off Harry's objections.
"How about you just wait till later, Malfoy?" Harry suggested angrily.
"How about you shut the hell up, Potter?" Draco snapped.
Harry narrowed his eyes in frustration as Raynea continued to look at both boys uncomfortably. She thought of only one, fair solution.
"You both should go," she stated, standing up from her seat on the bed, "I'm tired…"
"Oh, come on, McCoy," Draco began harshly as he rolled his eyes.
"Leave her alone," Harry warned.
"Stay out of this," Draco shot back.
"Both of you…leave…now…please…" Raynea exclaimed, holding her hand to her head in irritation.
Draco offered her an annoyed look as he back up slowly to the door, sneering at Harry before he left. Harry stared after Draco irately, then said goodnight to Raynea, and exited the room. She sighed once they both had vacated the room, but felt her stomach jolt nervously. She definitely had some thinking to do.
***
The following day, Raynea stayed in bed into the late morning. She hadn't slept very soundly considering all the tension in the house, and simply couldn't force herself to get up. Plus, she was desperate to avoid any further conflict. Staying in bed all day would help to keep things calm. Any time she spent with Harry would annoy Draco, and any time she spent with Draco would annoy Harry. Either way, she couldn't win. It was best not to cross either of their paths. However, her plan was ripped to shreds rather quickly. Around noon, Raynea was torn away from the comfort of her own mind as she heard the door open. She closed her eyes in exasperation, then felt the mattress sink under the weight of another person. Raynea cringed fearfully before opening her eyes to see who had joined her.
Draco glared down at her as he sat on the edge of her bed. Out of pure reflex, Raynea sat up in her bed and pulled the covers over her chest to conceal her scantily clad body. She was wearing a nightgown, but that was too personal for Draco to see. She didn't quite understand her rationale, though she definitely abided by it. He smirked at her attempts to cover up as she shied away from him . However, when he addressed her, he sounded a bit agitated.
"What's with you?"
"You're on my bed," Raynea stated pointedly.
"Yeah…and?"
"I'm in my bed…so…you shouldn't be…"
Draco rolled his eyes as he remained in his spot. Now that she voiced her discomfort, there was no way he would move. Raynea inwardly cursed herself for being so forthright.
"It didn't seem to matter yesterday when you were up here with Potter," Draco said bitterly.
"That was different. It was—"
"Yeah, I get it. It was Potter," he grumbled mockingly, "He's different because he's the bloody chosen one and he gets you all hot and bothered."
Raynea narrowed her eyes in revulsion.
"You're disgusting," she informed him.
"I've heard," Draco returned roughly as he shrugged. She looked at him closely and tried to ignore the urge to question him about his mood. Her curiosity won over her reason, as usual.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yeah something's wrong," Draco told her with a harsh tone, "Potter's a filthy git."
"I know you two hate each other," Raynea began reasonably, "but you need to try and work out your differences if you're both going to be living here."
"I don't need to try anything," Draco replied severely.
"Draco…please…"
"No," he said firmly as he offered her a brutal look, "I'm not kissing up to that ponce like the rest of you."
"Draco…" Raynea trailed off in frustration, staring at him with pleading eyes, "As a friend, I'm asking you to please try and get along with Harry."
He merely gazed back at her, grinding his teeth and narrowing his eyes furiously. On the surface, it seemed as though he was purely enraged. Though, Raynea could detect some sadness in his eyes.
"Did you give him the same speech you're giving me?" Draco demanded, ignoring her request.
Raynea cast her eyes downward and sighed. He understood what this meant, and simply grew angrier.
"No?" he said menacingly, "Didn't think so…you'll always side with Potter over me. I shouldn't be surprised."
"I'm not siding with anyone."
"Really? Could've fooled me," Draco countered coldly, "It sure as hell seems like it with the way you bat your bloody eyelashes at him and go all pink in the face as soon as he enters the room."
"You're delusional," Raynea stated irately.
"No, I just have a ruddy clue," he returned fiercely, standing up from the bed.
"I don't understand what I did…"
"I get it. You pal around with me for awhile until that jackass shows up, and then you hang on his every word and forget that I bloody exist," Draco explained wrathfully, "It's great really…you have an excellent little arrangement for yourself."
"You're insane," Raynea shouted accusingly as she got up onto her feet and glared at him.
"Yeah, well you're a bitch," he replied, smirking in satisfaction at his rebuttal.
Raynea crossed her arms over her chest as she stared up at him scornfully. She didn't understand how this had become such a heated argument, and wasn't sure how to bring it to an end. Obviously, Draco was really upset, though he might not have been giving her the direct reason for his anger.
"I don't understand what you want from me," she told him as she shook in irritation. Draco opened his mouth to respond, when the door swung open, and Harry entered the room with a suspicious look on his face. Apparently, their fight was audible from the hallway, and perhaps even other areas of the house.
"What's going on in here?" Harry questioned with a furrowed brow.
"We're just—"
"No one invited you, Potter," Draco sneered as he glanced at Harry viciously, "Why don't you just run along and leave us to our bloody conversation…"
"It sounded more like a fight to me," Harry responded coolly.
"I don't give a damn how it sounds to you," Draco said through gritted teeth.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked as he directed his attention to Raynea.
She tried to reply, but Draco interceded.
"She's fine. So, you can be on your way, now."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped, giving Draco a murderous look before redirecting his attention to Raynea, "Is everything okay?"
"Well—"
"We're trying to have a little chat," Draco interrupted violently, "and it doesn't bloody concern you. Get lost, Potter."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"I have no problems making you back off," Draco threatened as he whipped his wand out of his pocket.
"Yeah? I'd like to see you try," Harry returned, pulling his own wand out and aiming it at Draco.
"Guys, stop it!" Raynea shouted frantically.
"Tell him to leave, Raynea," Harry ordered as his eyes flickered over to Draco.
"You're the one who just barged in here like you own the ruddy place," Draco snarled, "Kick his arse outta here, McCoy."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy."
"Shut up, Potter."
"BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Raynea screamed as her face grew red out of pure rage.
Both boys turned and stared at her in shock as she breathed rapidly and glared at each of them.
"GET OUT!"
"You heard her, Potter."
"BOTH OF YOU…GET OUT!"
Harry and Draco lowered their wands slowly before looking at Raynea in fearful surprise. She started to walk forward, which prompted them to head out of the room rather quickly. Raynea approached the threshold, then slammed the door shut vigorously. She crossed over to her bed and collapsed onto it in frustration. Harry and Draco had put her in an awful position, and neither of them seemed to care. It was obvious that they were jealous, though she hated to admit it since it sounded so conceded. Raynea wasn't trying to give herself so much credit. In fact, she thought it was ridiculous that they were acting especially petulant towards one another because of her. It was such a small thing to fight over considering that war was raging all around them. Raynea was certain that they wanted her to make a choice. Though, the idea of having to pick between the two of them was absurd. Raynea was simply friends with both of them, why did she have to pick one over the other? It was just stupid…and it seemed as though this problem was concerning a matter beyond friendship.
"Bloody hell," she cursed aloud as she buried her face in her hands.
***
Later on in the day, Ron came up to Raynea's room to check up on her. She hadn't gotten out of bed all day. She just laid there and stared at the ceiling with a pensive expression on her face. Ron entered the room cautiously, which made Raynea realize that he had heard her screaming earlier. She was embarrassed by her violent reaction, but still considered it to be absolutely necessary.
"Hey…er…are you ever gonna come downstairs?" Ron asked uncomfortably, "Mum's been wondering if you were sick or something."
Raynea sat up slowly and offered him a small smile.
"No…I'm fine," she answered calmly, "Tell her thanks for asking…but I'm okay."
"Are you sure you're all right?" Ron inquired as he sat beside her on the bed, "I mean, I know you're not staying up here cause you're sick."
The two of them laughed quietly as Raynea gazed at Ron with soft eyes.
"I'll be fine," she assured him, "I just need some time away from everyone else..."
"By 'everyone else,' you mean Harry and Malfoy," Ron chuckled.
"Well, yeah," Raynea admitted amusedly.
"That was quite some fight you all had."
"I'm sorry," she said as she winced, humiliated by the fact that everyone else in the house had heard the confrontation, "I didn't mean for you all to hear everything."
"It's okay," Ron told her with a grin, "It sounded like you really gave those two hell."
"Yeah," Raynea agreed as she widened her eyes, "You have no idea…"
"Is there anything that you need?" he questioned suddenly. Raynea knew that Ron really didn't want to get involved, but he was trying to be a good friend. She smiled at him in appreciation before shaking her head.
"No, I don't…I just need some time to think."
"Right," he said kindly, standing up and heading towards the door, "Lemme know if you do."
"I will. Thanks, Ron."
He gave her a nod and grinned, then went out into the hallway, leaving Raynea to her thoughts once again. Her smile faded upon his departure and she collapsed backwards onto her pillow and sighed. Raynea still had a lot to sort through…
***
Draco laid upon his bed and stared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes. He was tired, but too angry to sleep. The sun had just set, and everyone would probably be sitting down to dinner. He refused to eat. He refused to be anywhere near Harry. His rage seemed endless, as did his dissatisfaction. Draco was feeling insecure, and he hated it. In the end, he knew Harry would win over him. Raynea's choice was already made, he could sense it. After sighing deeply, Draco closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. Hopefully, that would numb him for awhile so he would have a break from feeling such strong emotions.
Only a moment passed before Draco heard a knock on the door. He scowled, then addressed his unwelcome visitor.
"What do you want?"
There was no answer, but the door slowly opened instead. Draco rolled his eyes before looking to see who had entered. He was surprised to see Raynea close the door behind her and flatten herself against it carefully. A second passed, then she slowly walked to the middle of the room.
"What're you doing here?" Draco demanded as he propped himself up. His anger was not forgotten. In fact, he was still overwhelmed by it.
"I needed to see you," Raynea responded with soft eyes. He furrowed his brow before questioning her further.
"What for?"
"I just…I had to talk to you."
"Why?"
"I can't leave you in limbo like this…" she began remorsefully, "I haven't been fair to you."
"Well, I can't bloody argue there," Draco replied bitterly.
"I know that you're jealous."
"Don't flatter yourself," he said roughly.
"Stop lying, Draco," Raynea stated with only a hint of emotion in her voice, "I know you…you're jealous."
"So what if I am?"
She took a step closer so that she was standing right up against his bed. He gazed up at her in confusion and she just smiled.
"You shouldn't be," Raynea answered quietly.
Draco swallowed a lump in his throat as his eyes widened.
"What're you saying?"
"I'm saying…" she trailed off for a moment as she eased herself onto the bed and pushed him back onto his pillow gently, "I love you, Draco."
"What?"
"I love you."
Draco felt his heart beat quicken and he licked his lips as he pondered her last statement.
"What about Potter?" he questioned angrily.
"He's not what I want…you are."
Draco's stomach jolted as she lowered herself on top of him and kissed his neck lightly. He furrowed his brow as Raynea came back upwards. Her face hovered over his for a moment and she smiled.
"I love you, Draco."
She forcefully pressed her lips onto his and Draco felt his body grow hot. He was simply puzzled at first, then started to go along with her movements. Her hand trailed along his stomach before resting on his chest and he became more vigorous in his pursuit. Draco ran his hands against her back as he pulled her closer.
A loud knock on the door ripped Draco away from his dreams and his eyes shot open as the noise carried into his room. He glanced at his surroundings in confusion before sitting up sluggishly and grimacing. There was a firmer knock on the door.
"Dinner's ready, ya git," exclaimed the voice of Ron from the hallway. Draco heard his retreating footsteps, and narrowed his eyes in annoyance once he knew the other boy was gone. The dream was just getting good, and he was torn away from it for dinner? Draco was furious, though, disappointment was his more prominent emotion. It all seemed so real, but of course it wasn't. It was too good to be real.
"Great bloody timing, Weasley," Draco sneered to the empty room around him as he turned onto his side and attempted to return to his dreamland.
***
It was the middle of the night, and Raynea simply laid there with her eyes wide open. She couldn't sleep. There was too much on her mind. She figured she was rather restless, also. She hadn't left her room all day, so Raynea was desperate to move around a bit. After a moment, she got to her feet and headed out into the hallway and down the stairs. Everyone would be asleep, so there was no danger of having an unwanted confrontation. Raynea entered the living room once she had descended the stairs, and immediately turned on a light. It wasn't especially bright, and she figured it wouldn't awaken anyone. She simply paced the room for a few moments in an effort to stretch out her legs. It was actually quite relaxing to be alone and to be doing something else besides thinking. Walking around distracted her a little. Now, she had another thing to focus on besides her thoughts.
Raynea approached the fireplace and stopped to stare at it for a moment before whipping back around to continue her laps across the living room. She let out a yelp as she saw that she wasn't alone. Harry had just made his way downstairs, and gazed at her closely. She plainly froze and glanced back at him for a minute or two. Finally, Raynea regained the ability to breathe and addressed him.
"What're you doing down here so late?"
"I was gonna ask you the same thing," Harry replied amusedly. Raynea smiled, then took a seat on the couch. After a second, he did the same. The tension in the air was unsettling, and Raynea longed to make things more normal.
"I couldn't sleep," she told him briefly before switching to a different subject, "And…I just wanted to apologize—"
"No, Raynea," he interrupted, "You don't have to."
"Yes, I do," she insisted shamefully, "I shouldn't have screamed at you like that. I kinda lost it for a second, and I shouldn't have…so, I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Harry responded with a smile, "I should've just kept my mouth shut. I didn't mean to put so much pressure on you."
"It's okay," Raynea assured him, "You're totally stressed out. With everything that's coming up, I don't blame you for being tense."
"Yeah," he agreed quietly, "but this wasn't just about me being stressed out…there's more to it."
"I know," she said in a hushed voice, "I guess…I should…explain things."
Harry stared at her with an expectant expression as she took a deep breath. There was no way this conversation was going to be easy.
"We're friends…and I'm glad we're friends," Raynea began cautiously, "but we both know that there's more than just friendship here."
Harry just continued to look at her, but she could see in his eyes that he understood her perfectly.
"In fact, there will probably always be something here besides friendship," she continued with strain, "I won't lie to you, when I saw you again, all those feelings hit me…hard."
Harry laughed softly and fixed his eyes on her with more intensity.
"I think I understand what you mean," he stated, indicating that he had the same experience.
"And this…thing…between us seems like it'd be easy," Raynea said, "but it's not. It's just…not."
"I know."
"There's other things to consider…"
There was a short silence before Harry broke it abruptly.
"Raynea, I feel like I have to tell you something…"
"What is it?" she questioned as a knot formed in her stomach.
"All the things you said before were true," he answered, "but…I realized…I want to make things right with Ginny."
Raynea felt a hint of relief flow through her and she sighed happily. It was a little hard to hear him admit this, but at the same time, it was good.
"I'm so glad to hear you say that," she told him with a grin.
Suddenly, Harry seemed slightly troubled and Raynea furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Do you…er…do you wanna make things right with Malfoy?"
She felt the knot in her stomach return as she opened her mouth in understanding. So, Harry wanted to be with Ginny, but he was still jealous of Draco?
"Not…exactly," Raynea admitted after some time had passed, "I mean…I want to be there for him…but…"
She trailed off for awhile to collect her thoughts. She wanted to give Harry full disclosure. It was time to get everything out in the open.
"…he says he loves me…"
"What?" Harry demanded with wide eyes.
"I know how it sounds," Raynea returned with weary amusement in her tone, "…but it's true. And…I don't feel the same way."
Harry seemed a little more relaxed as she continued to explain things. Raynea was still puzzled by his actions and reactions, however. She was far from being at ease.
"You don't—?"
"I do care about him," she verified before Harry could formally ask his question, "I still have feelings for him…"
"Then…don't you wanna…er…be with him?"
"No," Raynea replied, "I don't trust him, and I can't love him…so…no."
Harry appeared to be thoroughly confused by her explanation. He shook his head rapidly before trying to explain things about his own situation to see if he could make some sort of comparison.
"I still don't like the idea of you two together," he informed her.
"You don't have to worry about it. It's not gonna happen," she said with a hint of remorse in her voice
"So…does that mean…we…"
"No," Raynea interrupted before he could finish his thought. Harry looked both mystified and hurt as he glanced at her. She exhaled, then tried to make things clear, "I'm not choosing him over you, Harry…but…I'm not choosing you over him, either."
"So, you don't want to be with either of us?"
"No," she said quietly as she smiled, "And you know you wanna be with Ginny…that's good. I mean, I will always be a little jealous of her…"
"And I'll always be jealous of Malfoy," Harry confessed.
"Right," Raynea agreed, "but all we want out of this relationship is friendship."
"Yeah," he stated with a grin.
"I know things will be weird between us…but at least we understand what we want."
"Right."
The two smiled at one another for a few minutes as they took in all these new developments. It was a strange set of circumstances, but at least there was some understanding now. There was nothing more to hide. They were friends, and they would only be friends. Raynea felt a warm, relieved feeling rush through her as she gazed upon her best friend. She just needed to get one more thing off her chest.
"I will always love you, Harry."
He seemed a bit taken aback before his grin grew brighter.
"Same here, Raynea."
She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
***
Draco heard muted voices as he traveled down the stairs of the Burrow. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't imagine who would be up at such a late hour. He made his way towards the living room and felt his chest tighten angrily as he took a quick look at Harry and Raynea. He ducked behind the wall and flattened himself against it so that he was concealed and listened to their exchange. It seemed as though he had come at the end of the conversation, but he was still interested to see what it was that they were discussing.
"I know things will be weird between us…but at least we understand what we want."
"Right."
There was a pause, and Draco took this time to peer around the corner carefully. He was still able to avoid being seen, but as he lay his eyes upon them again, more rage channeled through him. The two were simply smiling at each other for the longest time before someone spoke. At this, Draco flattened himself against the wall once again and just listened.
"I will always love you, Harry."
He felt his stomach drop uneasily and it seemed like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. Draco breathed heavily as he tried to comprehend what Raynea had just said. He was hurting all over, though the worst pain was in his chest.
"Same here, Raynea."
Draco looked into the room again, and was put through even more torture as he saw Raynea kiss Harry on the cheek before they hugged closely. Suddenly, his heartbreak was replaced with rage and he grimaced as he pressed himself against the wall once more.
"That bitch."
