I wanted to post the next chapters in order from deviation to accord, but I didn't want to keep you all waiting, so I thought I'd post this instead of an accord.

This drabble was inspired by my recent reading of Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, as shown by the quote preluding the actual drabble and the final line - both are spoken by the main female character, Catherine Earnshaw, the first character in all of literature that I am actually disgusted of to the point of fascinated revulsion. Of course, I hated Umbitch as much as the rest of us, and though quite a few people don't share this opinion, I find Draco Malfoy revolting as well (as you will shortly see).

Catherine though...the entire novel is pretty screwed up, as anyone who has read it has can tell you, but in a fascinating way. Catherine though, is infantile, her love for Heathcliff is beyond unnatural in the sense that it is corrosive and destructive for all parties involved, and just might be damned from the beginning, and she takes no care to how she casually hurts people (she publicly humiliates Heathcliff to his face, calling upon many of his bad habits directly to him, though Heathcliff is not in denial enough to refute her legitimate claims). She refuses to marry Heathcliff, who she states "my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath" in contrast with her statement earlier that her love for her suitor, Edward, is ultimately fleeting, on the grounds that it would demean her to marry someone beneath her. And this comes after she states the infamous line "I am Heathcliff," calling herself as much a part of Heathcliff as Heathcliff himself, in the same way that an infant can't distinguish itself from its mother and see them as a single entity (the Imaginary, which is where the title of this came from).

And it's fascinating.

So, calling upon the emotions that Catherine caused in me to swell, I present to you, Draco Malfoy, as abhorrent as I truly believe he is.

"Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend – if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own."

Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

Harry's petition for a divorce did not come so mush as a surprise to Draco because of its placement but in its timing. He had been entertaining Theodore in the parlor, laughing with his childhood friend over the most humorous of things, enthralled by the other's yarns and tales. Theodore had always been his favorite, and Draco had kept him close over the years, always by his side until gossip and mutterings over the nature of their relationship followed them wherever they went.

Draco had no desire for the daily trash of plebeians, and so he turned his ear away, ignoring the mongrels who dared to speak ill of him with a dangerous sort of naïveté. And if the two friends' lips brushed every once in a long while, or if hands wandered to places not usually touched, then who was right to disparage him? The two had been friends for quite a long time; some things are best shared with people like that, people close enough to your heart that it raced at their sight.

Harry did the same thing to his heart, set it into frittering little palpitations, but that did not excuse the boor for interrupting him during his time with Theodore. The uncouth brunette had been pleading with Draco for a long while now to break off his friendship with Theodore, the fool that he was. Then again, Theodore had asked the same thing of Harry, and Draco almost pouted at the idiocy the two leading men in his life showed when confronted with the other.

Couldn't they both just love him? So many problems could be solved so easily if they, like the rest of the world, just accepted their love for him. At least he wouldn't have to deal with their infantile griping.

Still, the emerald-eyed brunette had divorced him with minimal resistance on Draco's part, and though he had wept for many a day over their broken relationship, resisting even the comfort extended to him by Theodore, he had come up with the most brilliant of ideas.

Harry could never stand the sight of him in pain, and neither could Theodore. So, it would make sense that the thing that could bring the two together in their mutual love for him would be his own suffering.

They didn't come; Theodore had in the beginning, but one day he had said that he could not stand the sight of Draco wasting himself away to nothingness and left, and had not returned. Draco cursed him to damnation only to praise him in the next breath; how strong his Theodore was to resist him so long, but he would be back soon, unable to stand their separation.

And how much stronger Harry was compared to Theodore! Draco had heard the whisperings of the gossips that he had gotten together with the Zabini heir, yet another man of Herculean strength that he might love greater than Harry, for he had resisted him for years at this point. Still, in the end, the two, along with Theodore, would come back to him, whispered exultations and pleas for forgiveness heavy on their breaths.

It would be lovely.

Until then, he would wait, solemnly and silently, for those who loved him to return to his side; they would not be able to resist their own hearts.

After all, 'though everyone hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.'

Although it is a little late, you can totally ignore that huge wall of text at the beginning of this chapter. It is just that I am writing a paper on how human nature is presented in Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre (by two of the Brontë sisters, and incredibly fascinating reads), and I kind of went off on a tangent describing a part of my thesis.

Um, whoops?

If you liked this drabble though, please don't hesitate to review. You will, after all, get instantly into my good books. And that's a good thing, despite what some people say.

Wish me luck on my paper. I'll need it.

Ariaeris~

Ps: Whoa, I ranted. O.O