Here is the next segement of this sorid tale (grin). It is a draco segment as a few have requested...I'm not sure how I feel about it in all truth. I hope that it meet's your (as teh reader's) fancy. Leave me a review and let me know what you think!

Chapter 10: The Purging of Pride

I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleanin out my closet

Draco's POV

-Looking back on things, Draco might compare the whole affair to that muggle play that went by the name of Romeo and Juliet. Well the tragedy part of it anyhow... the whole eternal love side of things he still some times deluded himself into believing.

In truth, the Shakespearean play by the name of César was probably more fitting... with him being cast as the character who got stabbed in the back that is.

Hindsight, as they say is 20/20.

His relationship with Harry Potter started out the same as any other cheesy romantic flick; with hate of course. Well maybe not hate...more jealousy on his part and indifference on Harry's part, which of course just served to make him resent the beautiful boy even more.

Draco Lucius Malfoy had always been a bit of a drama queen and even more of a spoiled brat. He was the only heir to an old and ancient pureblood line after all. He had grown up receiving every little thing he could ever need or want.

He was not used to being told no.

So at age eleven, when he approached the famous raven haired wizard with the demand of friendship... he had been rather angry (rightfully so in his good opinion) when said wizard all but scoffed at him and ignored his proffered hand.

At first he hadn't understood. Why would anyone deny the friendship of a Malfoy? This lack of understanding could be blamed for the childish grudge that followed. A grudge that lead to more than one verbal attack towards the other boy. Even more annoying was the fact that Harry seemed completely oblivious to his hate and attacks.

The other boy acted as though he barely knew who Draco was! It made Draco want to smash in Harry's face all the more. It wasn't until the start of their fourth year that Draco started to realize that he would rather do something else besides smashing, to Harry's face.

It had been a rather distressing discovery, one that he spent the entirety of the next two years denying adamantly. It wasn't until their sixth year that Draco finally had the balls to admit that he might be a wee bit infatuated with the dark haired teen.

Unfortunately given his past actions towards Harry he thought he didn't have a chance.

So, it was rather shocking when one of his habitual verbal sparrings with the boy devolved into a flurry of punching and hexing. Even more surprising then the fact that Harry had finally chosen to react to his insults, was the fact that the raven haired wizard ended their tussle with a rather passionate kiss.

At first Draco had been too shocked to respond... luckily his hormones had kicked his short-circuiting brain in to gear and he had returned Harry's spontaneous act. And for once Draco wasn't resentful over the fact that the boy-saviour was apparently just as talented in this department as he was at everything else.

The next several months of their 'affair' (for there was really no other word to describe the physically based, secretive meetings that they engaged in) was based on a mutual need to release pent up energy and stress. They didn't talk about their days, or their problems. Outside of a frenzied ripping of clothing and hurried albeit passionate appreciation of the other's bodies, they kept their distance...well emotional distance that is.

It was around Christmas time that things started to change.

Both teens stayed at Hogwarts that year, Draco because he didn't want to return home and risk receiving the dark mark early (he wasn't exactly against joining the dark lord's army but he would rather wait until said Dark lord had time to cool off over his father's previous failure), and Harry because he didn't feel like subjecting himself to a cheer filled, family orientated Weasley Christmas after he had had such a miserable christmas last year stating he would like to spend the holidays at the magical castle instead (well that was the excuse he was going with).

After a surprisingly gentler meeting between the two of them, Harry had surprised Draco by not immediately getting dressed and leaving. Draco for his part, whose feelings had been increasing with each 'get together' didn't dare to object.

What followed wasn't an all out heart-to-heart from which they parted deeply in love, it was rather an awkward and stinted conversation in truth. But after that, every time they met they talked a little more and it wasn't long until Draco found himself in a relationship with Harry James Potter.

In retrospect he can admit that he fell hard and fast for the hero, and had he not been so swept up in the newness of the whole affair, he might have realized that it wasn't a two way street.

But he didn't. It might have been partly due to the fact that he was a Malfoy, and despite the earlier rejection he had received from the teen, he still couldn't fathom anyone not wanting him as much as he wanted them.

When it came to decide on his true allegiance he didn't even hesitate. For who would chose family over true love? He still couldn't believe he had been so foolish.

He ignored all of his instincts telling him that the shine in Harry's eyes was not love and devotion to Draco but rather glee over the fact that he was once again the one holding all of the cards. He deluded himself into believing he had found that fairytale emotion called love.

He didn't hesitate to abandon his already imprisoned father or leave his mother's fate up to chance. He all but ran to the headmaster, telling him of the mission he had been given in exchange for a place on the light side. He had thought that Harry would be so proud...what an idiot he had been.

It was after the meeting with Dumbledore that would change his entire life that it happened. He discovered Harry's true colors.

He had been both relieved and terrified after spilling his secrets to the elderly Headmaster and couldn't wait to tell the other teen.

He wouldn't be able to return to his family home again, it was doubtful that he would even be able to see his parents after what he had done. He had after all just thrown every bit of Malfoy-loyalty rhetoric into the wind. He was abandoning them to their fates, while he tried to go after what he really wanted.

And what he had wanted was love. More specifically the love of Harry James Potter. Unfortunately for him it was not to be.

After he had left the headmaster's office his frame still shaking slightly over the enormity of what he had done, he searched desperately for Harry. He needed a release, he needed to comfort himself in the other boy's embrace, to grasp onto the reason he had done everything for.

And he found Harry... although he later wished he hadn't.

If he hadn't he might have been able to continue to delude himself over their relationship and its meaning to the other boy. He sometimes wondered if that would have been better then knowing the truth.

When he found Harry the teen wasn't alone...far from it. No, when he found Harry he had his head thrown back in ecstasy... ecstasy caused from the fact that Draco's best friend, Blaise Zabini was treating him to a blow job.

Before coming upon the two of them Draco had never really understood the euphemism to a broken heart. He did now though...for watching the man he loved get off with someone who was suppose to be a friend, caused such a sharp clenching sensation in his chest that it could have only been caused by the shattering of the aforementioned organ.

The worst part was that when Harry had finally noticed his presence, the ebony haired boy didn't even look surprised or ashamed. He had straightened from his half slumped position against the back wall, pausing to tuck himself back in before offering Draco a lazy smile and nod and abruptly turning and walking away.

Blaise at least had the common decency to look embarrassed at getting caught and had muttered a quick 'I'm sorry' before quickly putting distance between Draco and his person.

It was the first time in his short life that Draco knew what it felt like to have your pride shattered as though it was nothing. He spent the next several weeks hiding behind whatever was nearby every time Harry passed him in the hall.

Not that he needed to as Harry didn't even bother to look at him after that day. And it wasn't even the kind of avoidance that someone did because they were ashamed of their actions and couldn't bare to look at the person they had betrayed. No, it was the 'that person doesn't exist' kind.

But even worse the complete betrayal and humiliation that Draco felt every time he saw the beautiful teen, was the fact that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget him.

Years later he still fell asleep to the memory of those treacherous green eyes.