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 6
After what seemed like an eternity, Ginny finally led Harry back into the Great Hall, and Draco ran as quickly as he could towards the Slytherin wing.
It was all so unfair. A poor, unimportant weasel didn't deserve someone as beautiful and amazing as Harry. But Draco did. He loved The-Boy-Who-Lived more deeply than he had ever believed a Malfoy could love.
When Draco reached his room he collapsed onto his bed and let the tears flow freely. Ever since he had realised his true feelings for Harry, Draco had become a shadow of his former self.
He no longer threw insults around as a way of passing the time, and he could feel himself growing weaker by the day. And it was all Harry's fault. He owed him big-time and there was only one thing he wanted from the bespectacled wizard.
If he could have Harry for even just one night he would be content. But he knew that could never be.
The once malicious teenager had always been used to getting whatver he wanted. What he wasn't used to was wanting some*one* as opposed to some*thing*. He had no idea as to how to go about making Potter his and it was driving him crazy with jealousy. Ginny had a family that would always love and protect her, and friends that cared about her. So why did she have to have The-Boy-Who-Should-Be-Draco's? Okay, so Draco was rich and didn't share his name with an American State, but money no-longer held much meaning with him and Draco wasn't exactly a normal name. In his eyes, Virginia Weasley was the luckiest person in the world.
Sitting up on his bed, he wiped away the tears that streaked his face and smoothed down his robes. He couldn't hide away forever. Sooner or later he would have to go to class and face Harry. Frankly, he would prefer it to be later, but he knew that his roommates would be back to get their books any minute now and he refused to let them see him cry. After all, he did have a reputation to protect.
Gathering his things together Draco performed a quick spell to ensure no one could tell that he had been crying and headed for the door.
After pulling the door open he froze in shock at what, or rather who, he saw on the other side...
Harry.
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 6
After what seemed like an eternity, Ginny finally led Harry back into the Great Hall, and Draco ran as quickly as he could towards the Slytherin wing.
It was all so unfair. A poor, unimportant weasel didn't deserve someone as beautiful and amazing as Harry. But Draco did. He loved The-Boy-Who-Lived more deeply than he had ever believed a Malfoy could love.
When Draco reached his room he collapsed onto his bed and let the tears flow freely. Ever since he had realised his true feelings for Harry, Draco had become a shadow of his former self.
He no longer threw insults around as a way of passing the time, and he could feel himself growing weaker by the day. And it was all Harry's fault. He owed him big-time and there was only one thing he wanted from the bespectacled wizard.
If he could have Harry for even just one night he would be content. But he knew that could never be.
The once malicious teenager had always been used to getting whatver he wanted. What he wasn't used to was wanting some*one* as opposed to some*thing*. He had no idea as to how to go about making Potter his and it was driving him crazy with jealousy. Ginny had a family that would always love and protect her, and friends that cared about her. So why did she have to have The-Boy-Who-Should-Be-Draco's? Okay, so Draco was rich and didn't share his name with an American State, but money no-longer held much meaning with him and Draco wasn't exactly a normal name. In his eyes, Virginia Weasley was the luckiest person in the world.
Sitting up on his bed, he wiped away the tears that streaked his face and smoothed down his robes. He couldn't hide away forever. Sooner or later he would have to go to class and face Harry. Frankly, he would prefer it to be later, but he knew that his roommates would be back to get their books any minute now and he refused to let them see him cry. After all, he did have a reputation to protect.
Gathering his things together Draco performed a quick spell to ensure no one could tell that he had been crying and headed for the door.
After pulling the door open he froze in shock at what, or rather who, he saw on the other side...
Harry.
