TITLE : Simplicity
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Draco got out of class early, only to run into Kylie and Mora. Kylie eagerly clutched onto his arm like Pansy, making him cringe with disgust.
What was he thinking in agreeing to be her fiancée? Well whatever he was thinking about at the time was nothing compared to what he was thinking about earlier. Harry Potter.
"Oh, Draco…." Kylie whispered in her low sultry voice that made Draco want to throw up. "All classes has been cancelled for the remainder of the games…"
"I heard." He dryly commented as he slipped out of her grasp and held her hand instead. "Kylie, we need to talk."
"Oh…about what?" Her voice began to shake and her lips started to quiver. Draco knew what she was thinking. He had no choice but to do this.
"Can we talk in private?" He whispered suggestively, glancing at Mora. Kylie nodded to Mora and the taller girl disappeared from view as Draco lead Kylie to an empty classroom. After he closed the door, Kylie's playful posture took on a new stance, one of defiance and anger.
"If you want to break up with me, you can just forget it!" She growled. Draco merely gave her stern look.
"I'm not breaking up with you as you put it. I'm calling off the marriage." Draco said.
Her mouth refused to work, as her face became paler with the thought of Draco leaving her. She acted fast as she could and clutched onto his robes, her eyes prettily tearing up. "If..if this is about me Draco. I swear I'll change."
"It's not you." He said.
But she ignored him as she continued to cry even harder. "Is it because I wouldn't have sex with you? Draco I'll do anything, I love you."
"Listen, Kylie-" He began, but she continued to cry harder.
"We're a perfect match! Why are you doing this to me!" She started to cry onto his chest. "Draco, please…don't do this!"
"Kylie listen please!" Draco snapped as he pushed her away by grabbing her shoulders. "I don't love you. I am in love with someone else."
"Wh-who?" She hiccuped, tears were still running down her face, messing up her makeup. "Who's the tramp Draco?"
"Why?"
"Just tell me!" Her fist began to open and close, her eyes closing. "If you're going to do this to me. Then at least tell me who've bewitched you."
Draco didn't answer. Kylie moved closer to him, with a dangerous look in her eyes. "I deserve that Draco. Tell me who the tramp is!!"
" 'He' is not a tramp." Draco coldly replied.
Kylie's face drained of all color. "He..he?" She could not just grasp the situation, making Draco ask himself why she was his girlfriend? "How long?"
"I loved him before I met him." Draco whispered. "It doesn't matter what you think Kylie, because we would never had worked."
"You didn't want to at least try?" Her voice was toneless as she asked the question with a blank look.
"How could I, when he was all I thought about for the last seven years."
"You, you bastard!" Kylie screamed as she pushed him aside and ran out the door with a new set of tears. Draco stumbled backward to the nearest desk and uprooted himself. That went better than he thought. He was sure she would hex him to hell and back.
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Harry mercifully paced the room where he stayed the night. The room of the person he thought he knew.
Harry knew Draco was a Slytherin to the core, but he thought the blonde boy would understand. They had so many things in common, Harry figured Draco would relate to his problems.
How he was so wrong?
Harry deeply sighed as he thought about what happened earlier. Before he knew it, he lost his best friends and now he lost his hope.
He had so much faith in Draco, he forgot to ask whether Draco was in a relationship. How stupid could he get!
Now Draco would be just playing the both of them. Who was the girl?
She could not have been Draco's fiancée. She was just too slutty. But more importantly, why did Draco keep this a secret?
Harry sat on the bed, staring at the door. Willing it to open with questions on his mind that he could not answer. Did Draco love this girl that he would willingly marry her? Did Draco ever felt an ounce of love for him? Did he angst the whole year like Harry for something phenomenal as losing a chance of love? Did Draco even care at all?
He was knocked out of his thoughts by the door slowly opening and Draco, disheveled, dropped his bag next to the door and raked his fingers through his hair and stopped in midstride by the sight of Harry on his bed.
"When were you going to tell me?" Harry quietly asked.
"Tell you what?" Draco replied as he slowly got closer to the bed, weary of the green fire in Harry's emerald eyes.
"When were you going to tell me that you had a fiancée!" Harry yelled as he jumped up from the bed. "Because you could have saved me an ounce of trouble!"
"I was going to tell you, I never got the opportunity!" Draco snapped back. "And why are you bringing this up?"
"I lost my best friends. I lost months of sleeps. I lost my heart to get what!" Harry screamed. "It's all because of you. If you never existed in my life, I would never had insomnia, I would still have my friends and I wouldn't have fallen in love with you."
"Like you're a saint yourself Potter." Draco coldly said. "And when were you planning on telling me how you came by this new emotions."
"The opportunity never arose." Harry blankly replied.
Draco sneered. "You could have fucking owl me."
"Not like you would have replied…" Harry muttered with a faraway look in his eyes.
"What makes you say that?" Draco dangerously whispered. "You were the one that played games with my heart for the past years. I lost my dignity, pride and it was all for you."
"Do you love her?" Harry suddenly asked and Draco stared at him, befuddled.
"Do I what?"
"Do you love her?" Harry quietly asked again. "I need to know the truth Draco, do you love her?"
"No, I don't."
"Liar!" Harry sneered.
"Why would I lie?"
"She had your ring, with your family crest." Harry grumbled.
"That's not the point Harry." Draco muttered. "Why are you accusing me of something she did. Besides my father was the one that gave her the ring."
"What?"
"It was an arrange marriage with a binding spell."
"Then- then that means that you have to marry her!" Harry snarled.
"You are so aggravating Potter." Draco growled. "I-do-not-love-her. I-dumped-her."
"It's a binding spell, we'll never work Draco." Harry whispered. His eyes closed for a fleeting second then reopened with a glossy look. "I'm sorry I love you. I just can't deal with-with this feeling."
"Then don't"
"I- Draco." Harry whispered. "I think you should make-up with her. Binding spells kills people."
"Are you insane!" Draco shouted and Harry jumped. "I- Harry!"
Harry didn't hear the rest of what Draco said, he ran out of the room before Draco could explain. Their relationship was doom before it even started.
Draco threw the nearest book at the door. What the hell was wrong with people nowadays? He could not even get a chance to explain!
He didn't even get the chance to tell Kylie that they were cousins and incest was just wrong.
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Harry didn't even stay for Draco to tell him that the binding contracts would never work because his parents and him never signed them in the first place!
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Harry sat on a bench right beside Blaise. Ron and Hermione were seated at the far corner and Harry refused to look at them, contemplating his next course of action.
He had his head bowed and Blaise looked at him worriedly. It wouldn't do good to have Harry sick now. He was their team leader and practically the best.
The waited patiently for the other school to finish casting their patronus charm. So far Harry was the only one that could cast a good patronus charm.
Their need to be only four contestants and a 3 out of four was good, but the aim was to get a four out of four. Rasputa managed to get a three out of four much to their dismay.
Hogwarts felt like they had a fighting chance. They won the Quidditch round earlier and the patronus would certainly put them in the lead.
Snape glared at Harry, but Harry ignored him. How was he going to cast his patronus if he couldn't think of one single happy thought?
"Up first from Hogwarts, Miss Hermione Granger." A judge announced from somewhere on their left. Harry didn't even glance at Hermione's worry look.
Ron gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and she weakly smiled back.
Hermione stood in the center of a circle and waited for the boggart to appear from the trunk.
The crowd held their breath as the box sprang open and the boggart resume the shape of Narcissa Malfoy. Those that knew her gave a collective gasp. Hermion, ashen face stared at the female Deatheater in dark robes, too afraid to do anything as the fake Narciassa move closer, with a vacant expression and Hermione moved back, remembering the last time she came face-to-face with the woman. Slowly Narcissa sneered and Hermione whimpered, backing up and slowly raising her wand. She could not do it.
Hermione was too frightened that her thoughts were cleared of its wit.
"Riddikulus." Someone said from the judge table and the boggart was gone, back to its box. Hermione fell to the floor, crying in her hands and Ron ran up to console her by pulling her close while she continued to heave in the folds of his cloak.
"Mr. Ronald Weasly is our next contestant from Hogwarts."
Ron helped Hermione back to the bench and took his place in the circle with a determined look. As before, the trunk snapped open and the boggart quickly assumed the shape of a huge spider, it was always a spider. Ron took a deep breath and imagined the spider's legs falling off.
Once he succeded, he coldly glanced at the boggart and muttered the spell, loud enough for only the judges to hear. "Riddikulus."
"That is fantastic. Hogwarts first point goes to Ronald Weasly, making it two more points to only tie with Rasputa." The announcer commented. "Up next, is Blaise Zabini."
Blaise stood up and gave everyone a thumb up. He expertly grabbed his wand from inside his robe, making the robe swish aside. The trunk shook again and just as before the boggart assumed the shape of Blaise's worst fear. A three-layer white cake with a mouth that had sharp teeth and no eyes. Blaise calmly glared at it and the cake changed into a bushel of flowers, making the girls sighed, "Riddikulus." He nearly shouted.
"Two out of four. What a fantastic display of bravery, he's a real lady's man." The announced joked and Blaise sighed as he walked back to the bench. Ron congratulated him and Harry stared blankly at the trunk that housed the boggart. He couldn't do this.
There was not one single thought that brought happiness to him, not anymore.
"…..Harry Potter." Harry heard his name and slowly got to his face. His mind was screaming for him to run, but his legs obeyed the silent command to get in the circle.
Harry watched as the trunk shook and the boggart appeared once again. This time it didn't take any shape. Harry feared nothing, not after he dealt with Voldemort and his minions.
The crowd became as the boggart began to shrink and become clear. Transparent almost and finally it was a crystal ball.
Harry reluctantly got closer and the crowd watched with eager eyes and Harry saw the haze began clearing up and he touched it.
Before he could register what was happening, the boggart dissipated into nothingness.
There was a quiet murmur to his right and the judges were discussing the torn of events, finally the announcer came forward.
"This is quite a predicament. Nothing extraordinary as this ever happened before, till now." He commented and Harry took his glasses off and rubbed his temples. Why does everything 'extraodinary' always happened to him. "The judges has finally reached a conclusion. Professor Snape, would you please."
Snape smooth his robe as he stood up and his face was schooled into a scowl. "We give Mr. Potter a half point for stepping out of the circle, however the judges and I will pardon Harry Potter for not using the incantation to defeat the boggart. We award him a full point."
Couldn't they give him a break, just once? He didn't do anything, so he deserved nothing.
"Wow, Hogwarts and Rasputa are now tied for the championship. I cannot await tomorrow events…."
Harry quietly walked away. He didn't want to hear his teammate rants. He didn't even want to be near his friends anymore. Where was he to go now?
Draco was more than likely angry with him. Ron would refuse to let Harry share his room.
He sat in the bleacher in the quidditch pitch. Just the other night, Draco was here, preparing to leave this world. Preparing to leave Harry behind.
That was what Harry feared the most, Draco leaving him alone in the future.
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