Something To Be Sorry For… By HPFangirl71

That night Harry was sitting up all alone, pining for Draco. It had only been several hours but already the house seemed cold and empty. He missed his lover and wondered what he had been thinking. It had all been a game to him. Now he was on the losing end. No amount of time with Orion had been worth this kind of painful Hell. He knew that Draco was the only man he needed in his life, but now it was too late. He couldn't think how to get him back. He'd sent an owl over to Pansy's house and gotten it sent back, parchment unread. Draco was stubborn sometimes and this would be one of those. He couldn't blame his fiancé this time, Harry had hurt him in the worst way possible.

Tears filled Harry's green eyes as he sat alone in the darkness. The only light was from a movie A Christmas Carol playing on the telly. It was one of Draco's favorite muggle Christmas stories. He wasn't really paying much mind to the actual story, he just needed the noise to distract him. It wasn't really working that well. All he could think of was his lover. He'd done his best to clean up the mess in the living room, but remnants of Draco's anger still remained. He remembered the look of hurt on Draco's face when he'd left. How could he have done this to him? He'd broken his trust and that betrayal may have cost him everything.

He heard a quiet knock at the door and his heart jumped up into his throat. Could it possibly be…? He got up to answer the knock and found Hermione and Ron upon the steps with Rose in tow. They were covered in snowflakes from the weather outside. Harry's face fell as he let out a mournful sigh. He promptly returned to his sulking on the couch.

"Harry, What's the matter?" Hermione questioned.

"Well… lets see, my life is in a shambles because I did something really stupid! Draco's walked out on me! He won't even talk to me now."

Inwardly, Hermione wanted to be glad but the look on Harry's face was one of pure pain. She hadn't realized this would hurt him so much. Perhaps what they'd done hadn't been such a good idea after all.

"Why did he leave?" she said, feigning innocence.

"Because of Orion… obviously. Pansy saw me with him the other day. I'm not sure exactly what she saw, but considering I never even mentioned him to Draco... He's extremely upset at me and thinks I was having an affair. How could I have been so stupid?"

"You weren't having an affair, were you?" she asked with evident curiosity.

"It doesn't matter now does it Hermione! All that really matters is how Draco sees it. He'll never forgive me for this!"

Harry let out a pained moan and looked up at his friends with remorse clearly written across his face. Little Rose climbed up on his lap, burying her face in his chest. He gave a half hearted smile at the small girl. Ron was the one to speak up next.

"Perhaps its for the best, Harry."

"How can you say that? I love Draco and now he hates me. Personally, I don't blame him but I cant even fathom being without him. That is not what I'd call, "for the best"

"Come on Harry… You know how I feel about this whole Malfoy thing… He's the reason you had to leave before… He's always been bad for you. Personally, I don't know what you see in him. I mean, you two used to hate each other for crying out loud. "

Harry looked up at him. He couldn't believe he'd say these things to him. Ron could be the most insensitive git ever but this was beyond that.

"Look, don't even say another word, okay? I really don't need to hear you tell me I told you so. I just really want to be alone right now…"

Hermione came over and gave him a hug goodbye. She pulled her daughter off his lap and whispered, "If you need anything, don't hesitate to owl us."

"Come on Ron… he needs some space. We'll come by tomorrow to check in on him."

"Fine… but you know how I feel Harry. I've made no qualms about it. You're my best mate and I really do think this is for the better."

With that he followed his wife outside. Harry sat there in the silent living room. His heart filling with sorrow and deepest regret for what he'd done. He knew this wasn't for the better. He needed to figure out a way to get Draco back. He turned off the television and went to go send Draco another owl. Perhaps, eventually he'd see his way clear to read one of them. Then Harry could finally try to explain…