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Chapter 6: Hurting
I walked down the hall muttering the words, "hurt him to save him" over and over again. Then I heard a familiar voice and familiar hands were put over my eyes.
"Guess who?" He said.
I turned around to face him. At first I couldn't speak. I knew what I had to say though. Then I painfully said to him, "Leave me alone, faggot." I walked away to keep up my act, but as I turned a corner, I broke into a run. I tripped on a stair and began to cry. Not from the fall, but from what I had just done. That killed me to say to him. Deep down I knew I had to do it though. I wish I could tell him so I could make him understand why, but I knew I couldn't.
I went to Defense Against the Dark Arts with my eyes still bloodshot from tears. I walked back to my last row desk next to Crabbe and Goyle. The seat was occupied by their book bags. They didn't have to say anything. I knew. I walked to the front and sat next to Harry. I glanced at him as he began to pay attention to Professor Lupin. He looked as miserable as I did. He looked at me and I sharply turned away. Gods, how could I do this to him? It ripped me apart to hurt him like this. I couldn't pay attention to the lecture as I was too consumed in my own thoughts. I knew that this was what I had to do, but if it was what I had to do, why did it hurt so much?
Class ended and I walked out as soon as I could. I stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face Harry. His eyes were as red as mine, though mine, I'm sure, were slightly worse. They were no longer filled with love and compassion, but complete and utter pain.
"Dr- Draco." He said to me as he tried to hold back tears.
"It took all the strength in my to snap back at him. "What do you want, Potter?"
"Wh- why?" he asked. "I thought we had something."
"Well, I guess you were wrong then, huh?" I spat this was too hard. I had to get out of there. I stepped closer to him, my eyes were burning from trying to hold back the tears that wanted so desperately to come out, and said, "It's over." Then I ran. I let my tears free. I'm not sure if he noticed how much I wanted to cry, but I hope he didn't.
I ran outside of the castle and went to the lake. I sat where we were the first day of school. "I'm so sorry Harry." I said to nothingness. "forgive me. it's to save you. I hope you'll understand someday. I love you." I began to cry again. Something told me I'd be crying for a long time. I looked at my watch. It was past dinner so everyone would be back in the dorms by then. I stood up and dusted myself off. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to make it seem like I was all right. I walked back to the castle. I reached for the door, but before I could grab the handle, Ron came out. I stood face to face with him. He did not speak. He didn't need to. I knew what he was thinking.
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you." He didn't even blink when he spoke. "You never cared about him. You just wanted to hurt him for your own sick pleasure, is that it Malfoy?" He took a step and punched me in the chest. I staggered backwards.
"You don't know the whole story Ron."
"I know plenty of it Malfoy." He stepped closer. "You fucked with his emotions. You used him, lead him on, and then left him. How could you do that?" His hand clenched into a fist.
I saw the whole thing in slow motion. His arm moved up from where it hung next to his side. It was even with my face. Then it swung and hit me in my jaw. The force was so great that it knocked me to the ground. The slightly spongy grass broke my fall, but so did my wrist. Upon impact, I felt sharp pains in my hand and arm. That is when I looked down and saw that I had landed on my wrist. I rolled over to release the pressure from my hand.
Ron stood over me and said, "If you tell anyone I did this, I'll tell the whole school you're a fag."
I saw him walk back into the castle soon after he spoke. I looked up at the sky. Gray clouds covered the blue that I would have liked to see. I could feel water on my face. It dripped down my cheeks. I am not sure if that was the rain, or my tears.
Disclaimer: they're not mine…DAMN!
Chapter 6: Hurting
I walked down the hall muttering the words, "hurt him to save him" over and over again. Then I heard a familiar voice and familiar hands were put over my eyes.
"Guess who?" He said.
I turned around to face him. At first I couldn't speak. I knew what I had to say though. Then I painfully said to him, "Leave me alone, faggot." I walked away to keep up my act, but as I turned a corner, I broke into a run. I tripped on a stair and began to cry. Not from the fall, but from what I had just done. That killed me to say to him. Deep down I knew I had to do it though. I wish I could tell him so I could make him understand why, but I knew I couldn't.
I went to Defense Against the Dark Arts with my eyes still bloodshot from tears. I walked back to my last row desk next to Crabbe and Goyle. The seat was occupied by their book bags. They didn't have to say anything. I knew. I walked to the front and sat next to Harry. I glanced at him as he began to pay attention to Professor Lupin. He looked as miserable as I did. He looked at me and I sharply turned away. Gods, how could I do this to him? It ripped me apart to hurt him like this. I couldn't pay attention to the lecture as I was too consumed in my own thoughts. I knew that this was what I had to do, but if it was what I had to do, why did it hurt so much?
Class ended and I walked out as soon as I could. I stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face Harry. His eyes were as red as mine, though mine, I'm sure, were slightly worse. They were no longer filled with love and compassion, but complete and utter pain.
"Dr- Draco." He said to me as he tried to hold back tears.
"It took all the strength in my to snap back at him. "What do you want, Potter?"
"Wh- why?" he asked. "I thought we had something."
"Well, I guess you were wrong then, huh?" I spat this was too hard. I had to get out of there. I stepped closer to him, my eyes were burning from trying to hold back the tears that wanted so desperately to come out, and said, "It's over." Then I ran. I let my tears free. I'm not sure if he noticed how much I wanted to cry, but I hope he didn't.
I ran outside of the castle and went to the lake. I sat where we were the first day of school. "I'm so sorry Harry." I said to nothingness. "forgive me. it's to save you. I hope you'll understand someday. I love you." I began to cry again. Something told me I'd be crying for a long time. I looked at my watch. It was past dinner so everyone would be back in the dorms by then. I stood up and dusted myself off. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to make it seem like I was all right. I walked back to the castle. I reached for the door, but before I could grab the handle, Ron came out. I stood face to face with him. He did not speak. He didn't need to. I knew what he was thinking.
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you." He didn't even blink when he spoke. "You never cared about him. You just wanted to hurt him for your own sick pleasure, is that it Malfoy?" He took a step and punched me in the chest. I staggered backwards.
"You don't know the whole story Ron."
"I know plenty of it Malfoy." He stepped closer. "You fucked with his emotions. You used him, lead him on, and then left him. How could you do that?" His hand clenched into a fist.
I saw the whole thing in slow motion. His arm moved up from where it hung next to his side. It was even with my face. Then it swung and hit me in my jaw. The force was so great that it knocked me to the ground. The slightly spongy grass broke my fall, but so did my wrist. Upon impact, I felt sharp pains in my hand and arm. That is when I looked down and saw that I had landed on my wrist. I rolled over to release the pressure from my hand.
Ron stood over me and said, "If you tell anyone I did this, I'll tell the whole school you're a fag."
I saw him walk back into the castle soon after he spoke. I looked up at the sky. Gray clouds covered the blue that I would have liked to see. I could feel water on my face. It dripped down my cheeks. I am not sure if that was the rain, or my tears.