Loving Alone

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JKR does.

A/N: This is set during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Crabbe's transferred to another wizarding school, and Goyle was killed by a rogue bludger whilst playing Quidditch in the holidays.
This is slightly Harry/Ginny, but also it's (unrequited) Draco/Harry slash. If you don't like slash, stop reading now. Don't carry on reading & then flame me. Thanks, dramaqueen.

(Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers!)


Chapter 4

Once Draco had taken the letter to the owlery, he headed straight back to his room, all the time wondering if he had done the right thing or not. Either way, it was too late to change his mind now.

That night he didn't get any sleep. Even after the sun had come up, he still lay awake in bed.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw Harry's face. He pictured him reading the letter and imagined all of the different reactions that he might have to it.
His favorite was the one where he ran to him, declaring his own feelings of love and announcing that he would end his relationship with Ginny as soon as he saw her.

But, as much as Draco enjoyed thinking about that scenario, he knew that it was highly unlikely that it would actually happen. In fact it was pretty much impossible.

As he sat slowly up in bed, watching the early morning sunlight stream in through the window, Draco realised that *he*, Draco Malfoy, was crying.
Wiping the warm tears from his pale cheeks with the side of his hand, he collapsed back down on to his warm mattress.

Since starting at Hogwarts he had become familiar with the muggle saying 'love hurts'. It was at that moment that he realised exactly how true it really was.
By now the tears were pouring down his face, and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain.

He wrapped his slender arms tightly around his chest and wished that the hurting would stop.
He couldn't go on if it didn't. It ate away at him inside, making him want to crawl up in a corner and die.
That wasn't something that Malfoy's were supposed to feel.

If Harry didn't return his feelings, or his own didn't go away soon, Draco had no idea as to what he would do.