Chapter 13
Their First Fight
Ron and Hermione knew it was going to be bad, when they heard the two of them yelling in Harry's room late Friday night. They couldn't hear what they were saying, but there was a lot of yelling and screaming, mainly on Harry's part. Finally at like midnight Harry, with tears streaming down his face could be heard yelling, "Get out! I just don't want you anywhere near me right now. I just can't deal with this." He shoved Draco out of his room and slammed the door in his face.
Draco stood there, dumbfounded and looking paler then usual. "But…" he whispered to the door. But it was no use, Harry was mad at him and he knew he had to do something about it. Sighing, he headed down to the commons and found the most comfortable looking couch to sleep on and sank into it and crying himself to sleep.
It was the next morning, and Draco was awoken quite abruptly by Harry. He sat up and Harry sat next to him. Both of their eyes were rather bloodshot and they each refused to look at the other. After a long pause Harry spoke softly, "You know what you did really hurt me. Can you understand, that I can't be by you right now…"
"But Harry…" Draco said.
"No, there's no but this time. I think… I think you should go back to Slytherin tonight. I'll tell McGonagall that I made you leave and take on the bulk of the punishment. I just want you to go. Please?" Harry said as his eyes glossed over.
Draco hung his head in defeat as he whispered, "If that's what you really want Harry." Tears streaking his pale face.
"It's not what I want, it's what has to be done. Your bags are outside the door. I'm going for a walk." Harry said as he got up quietly and left Draco to himself.
The painting had just closed when Draco whispered, "But I love you." But only the air heard.