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Now on with the story:
Chapter 3: Heartbreak
That night, I had gone to bed, thinking about my new found emotion jealousy.
I didn't like Harry hanging around with that flirty little mudblood. What if he started to like her? Or worse, what if he already liked her?
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The next day was Sunday and I stayed in my Head Boy room to add a few adjustments to my picture of Harry.
It was just an experiment to see if Harry and I made a good-looking couple, and in my opinion, we did.
I had taken a picture of myself, sitting on a bench, smirking (because like I said, I never really used to smile before) and I magically cut my picture self (which was threatening to hex me) out of the picture and put it onto the shoulders of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, next to Harry.
However, you can just imagine how well this worked out.
My picture self would NOT sit on the Gryffindor shoulders and the Gryffindors were trying to beat my picture self to a pulp.
I changed my mind and instead, cut out the picture form of both myself and Harry and placed them on the bench in the other picture which my picture self had previously been seated.
The background was the Malfoy Manor and a beautiful garden with two large pillars carved out to the shapes of snakes.
I decided to erase the Quidditch Cup the Harry picture self was holding and changed his Quidditch uniform into a magnificent robe the color of emerald, made of fine quality material so that our clothes wouldn't contrast so much, for I, as always, was also wearing a robe of high quality material. (It was in black, though)
When the picture's finishing touches were completed, I thought (and still do) that we made the best-looking couple in the entire world -no- universe!
The only problem was that the picture forms of our former selves hadn't seemed to be getting along too well. I even had to prevent my picture self from punching Harry straight in the nose, who in turn, made a very rude gesture with his middle finger.
I walked away, chuckling, heading to the door, deciding to go outside to the grounds for a little fresh air.
When I'd left the room, I met Crabbe and Goyle. I'd been wondering why they hadn't been stupidly following me around like zombie guards as they usually did, and now I had found my answer.
Two equally-sized big, gorilla girls with acne and quite a bit of facial hair were standing beside the two of them.
I held in a snort as Crabbe and Goyle spotted me and allowed their eyes to grow as big and round as frying pans. I watched as Crabbe and Goyle's faces turned red with what I guessed was embarrassment.
They grunted a bit, nudging each other, urging the other to explain the two girls to me.
Finally, Crabbe took a step forward and decided to be the one to explain.
"Err . . . well you see, Draco, these are our girlfriends. This is Eleanor Ramona, " he said, pointing (quite rude, as you should never point) at the girl on his left. (Probably his girlfriend)
"And this here," he continued, "is Violet Irinia," he finished, pointing (again, quite rude) at the girl on Goyle's left.
She was probably Goyle's girlfriend.
I stood there, for a moment, quite stunned.
All my life I had never actually thought it possible for Crabbe and Goyle to get girlfriends, and here, in front of my very eyes were none other that their obiest, very hairy, very ugly, very pimply girlfriends.
Their pretty names deceived them entirely.
At first thought, I had expected their names to be the muggle names Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.
For, other than looking extremely putrid, they also looked very thick in the head.
I wouldn't have been surprised if they hadn't known that the sum of one and one was two.
I finally snapped out of my thoughts and smirked my usual Malfoy smirk before saying, "Well, congratulations to all four of you."
They all smiled quite stupidly in return.
It was as if they were meant to be... the four stupidest people in the galaxy.
I stretched out my hand to shake with Crabbe who happily took it and muttered a relieved "Thanks."
Goyle immediately took my hand in his once Crabbe had let go and began to shake it wildly.
Once he let go of my hand, the most disgusting thing in the entire world that could have happened (in my opinion) happened to me.
Both of their gorilla-like girlfriends slammed into me with trollish hugs, and I, of course, got caught in the middle, like a hotdog stuck between two buns... and believe me, I haven't eaten a hotdog since that day.
Eleanor hugging me from the front and Violet hugging me from behind.
Quite unfortunately for me, though they were both about a foot taller than me and my face was pressed tightly against their putrid-smelling armpits which I was positive had never been introduced to deodorant.
I was suffocating between the two smelly, gorillas and they were actually hugging each other, rather than me, due to the fact that I was so thin compared to them, it was as if I weren't even there.
I was lost in their fat-filled flesh.
I heard thank you's usher from there mouths, which contained yellow-stained teeth, and I was almost positive their breathes must have reeked.
Once both of them finally let me go I heaved in very long, very deep, very B.O.-free breathes of air.
The four of them were so happy they didn't even notice me heave in oxygen, holding on to dear life.
They walked away; Ramona in Crabbe's arms and Irinia in Goyle's.
I shook my head with a smirk as I proceeded down the steps to lunch.
I was late (Carbbe and Goyle had already come back from finishing their lunch) but it didn't matter, as I was sure there would still be at least a few bits of food left.
As I walked into the Great Hall I heard Harry's voice say, "Snape is such a grouchy old prick! I cannot believe he took 10 points from Gryffindor just because Neville messed up again!"
I turned for a mid-second to look at my beautiful Harry and I noticed the Weasel nod in agreement as the stupid, ugly, annoying, know-it-all, little- anyway, as the mudblood scowled at Harry for saying such things about a professor, even if he was unfair.
As Harry turned to my direction, I quickly turned around, but could have sworn that he'd caught my eye, and I was positive that I'd seen a look of pure hatred and disgust in his eyes.
It had hurt... it had hurt really badly, but then again, what else could I have expected from my enemy?
I frowned sadly to myself and walked over to the Slytherin table.
I didn't look at him all through dinner.
No matter how much I wanted to see that beautiful, angelic face, I willed myself not to, remembering those hatred-filled eyes of his.
I didn't want to see that look in his eyes again.
I didn't think I would be able to take it.
I barely ate more than two bites and unconsciously took a sip from my pumpkin juice, which usually tasted tangy and refreshing, meanwhile, now, however, tasted like a tasteless watery substance.
A liquid deprived of its rich goodness.
My stomach began to feel queezy and so I got up from the Slytherin table and walked away from my fellow pupils... away from the Great Hall... away from all the happiness that once existed in my life.
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I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, willing myself away from the memory of Harry, of those beautiful eyes that seemed so innocent, so kind that they could never hurt.
Away from those eyes that lied of their true potential for causing such pain as they did to me.
Those eyes filled with hatred and disgust, which were meant just for me to see.
Disgust and hatred both aimed at me.
At me.
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I hadn't eaten dinner last night: I hadn't wanted to run into the beholder of those hatred-filled, beautiful green eyes.
It was morning and my stomach was growling with hunger, and so, without looking at the pictured-frame of me and Harry sitting together (as I usually did every morning before school) I walked out of my room, toward the Great Hall, keeping my head down.
You see, unlike my real life, the picture with me and Harry together on the bench had an astonishing sight.
My picture self had apologized to Harry for all the mean things he had done and the picture form of Harry had accepted and now the two were getting along quite fine.
I couldn't bare to look at that picture at the moment.
When I had first seen it, it had made me happy and full of hope, but now it only made me jealous and angry. Jealous that my picture self was able to sit next to Harry every second of the day, and jealous that the two of them were getting along while the two of us were just getting worse.
The I'd thought of it.
Maybe I would do just that... I would apologize to Harry and everything would be alright between the two of us just like in my picture.
Right?
...Wrong.
I had walked into the Great Hall, not yet ready to look Harry in the eyes yet, and so I kept my head down and my eyes focused on my food as I took a seat.
I decided that I should eat as much as I wanted, for it was going to take a lot of courage to apologize to Harry.
I ate and ate. I ate scrambled eggs and hash browns... treacle fudge pudding (I know it was breakfast, but I needed a little sugar in my system to start the morning off) and sausages.
I ate Bacon too.
Three times I nearly looked at my green-eyed angel... but I urged myself not to look at him until I was ready to apologize.
I took a sip of my pumpkin juice, which, amazingly enough, had regained most of it's tangy, fresh taste again.
I took another sip, and another, and another, until the cup was empty.
But I wasn't ready to face Harry yet.
I wasn't... but I had to.
~ ~ ~The bell for the end of breakfast rang and I stood up.
I was going to apologize to Harry.
But then- I got too scared.
I couldn't.
Quickly changing my mind about the entire thing, I decided to just go in another direction to my next class and avoid the Gryffindors completely, just as I turned around, however, once again, I'd crashed straight into someone.
And as I'm sure you already know who it was that I'd run into I won't even tell you his name.
I stared into his beautiful green eyes, lost in them. They were a sea of green water and I was drowning deep into their hypnotizing depths.
Suddenly, as I heard him snarl out, "Watch it Malfoy!" I was brought back to reality. Harry's eyes though, hadn't held that hatred look.
It was a look of...of... of unfathomable longing. As if he longed for me.. But didn't want to believe it... as if-
"Hello!? Earth to Malfoy! Would you please get your foot off of me!?"
I jumped back and his foot was set free.
Those eyes turned back to hatred and he quickly stalked off with the Weasel and mudblood following close behind.
Maybe he loved me..but hid it because of his friends.
Yes!
That's it!
Just like in all those stupid love novels that I never believed in!
I was filled with so much hope! So much hope that I wanted to explode into a million little heart-shaped pieces! I wanted to swell into a big balloon. Until my balloon was popped.
The air from my happy balloon deflate as I heard the next few sentences usher from Harry's beautiful lips when the Weasel had asked, "So Harry, mate. You never told us who your true love from the Lotrution potion was."
The mudblood had nodded in agreement and then the words rolled off his beautiful lips that I never thought could cause so much harm to me.
"Oh... well, it was no one important. Someone I don't know. Some girl named Emily Rosenburg I think."
That was what had finished me off.
That was what had destroyed me.
To know that I had no chance whatsoever at getting to be with Harry.
For his love had already been chosen for him.
It had just felt so...so...I don't know but, after that I had just wanted life to end... didn't want to continue living.
There was nothing left to live for.
That Emily Rosenburg girl was going to steal my- no- her precious Harry away from me before I had even gotten a chance to be with him... and there was nothing I could do about it.
The only words I could find to describe what had happened to me...how I had felt, was....heartbreak.
... Heartbreak.
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