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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Regrets and Torments

Harry was running his fingers through Draco's hair when the blonde woke up. The raven-haired boy smiled, "Morning," he said, kissing Draco's cheek.

"What time is it?" Draco grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled the other boy on top of him.

"Breakfast just started," the Gryffindor said, nuzzling his head into Draco's neck.

"We should get dressed then." Harry just moaned, burying his face deeper. "I know, I know," Draco kissed the top of his head and closed his eyes, leaning back on the pillows.

"Why do you love me Harry?"

Harry looked up surprised. "Do you really want to know?" Draco nodded. Harry sighed and leaned his head on the blonde's chest. "Since I found out I was a wizard everyone's treated me differently. Because I'm 'the boy who lived' I suppose. But you...all this time I've just been..."

"Something for me to pick on." Draco finished sadly.

"No...I was just another person to you, nothing more. So I found myself drawn to you. When Sir-my godfather died, I didn't know what I was living for, but somehow I was. Anyway, I realized my attraction for you was deeper than I'd thought, and well...you know." Draco nodded. "But we shouldn't be talking about love, right?" There was a harshness in Harry's tone at the last part.

Draco took a slow breath, "Ask me," he said, "I know you want to, and I'll hate myself if you don't understand, so ask."

Harry raised an eyebrow, then spoke, "Why don't you love me Draco?"

"I...can't," was all he said before sitting up and getting dressed.

"I thought you wanted to tell me," Harry watched the blonde closely.

"I do," Draco pulled on a shirt and began tying his tie. "It's just hard, I'm sorry Harry, we should go."

Harry got up and got dressed, then walked out of the room ahead of Draco. Leaving the Slytherin to level his head behind him.

"Hey Harry, where's your lover?" Dean smiled as Harry sat down for breakfast.

"Not now Dean."

"What? Did you guys break up?" he said playfully.

"I said not now!" Harry snapped. The raven-haired Gryffindor put his head down on the table.

Seamus raised an eyebrow. They all looked at Ginny, who rolled her eyes, "Come on Harry," she said, "Once again I'm sought out to make things right." She took him by the sleeve and they headed out of the hall.

Ginny seated Harry on a bench outside in the courtyard. Everyone was at breakfast so they could talk openly. "It feels nice for the end of November, huh?" The redhead asked, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath of the chilled air.

"I hate Draco." Was all Harry said.

Ginny smiled and sat beside her friend. "No you don't," she held one of his hands. "I'm not going to ask what happened, because ten to one you wouldn't tell me, but I know you love Draco, and I wish I could tell you more...but that would require knowledge. Now, I know Dean had no right to push you like that, but try not to lash out at your friends too much, it might hurt them more than you think." She stood. "I love you Harry, and I'm sorry for what ever happened. Now I'm going to finish my breakfast...maybe I'll see you later." She smiled awkwardly before leaving.

Harry closed his eyes, mentally kicking himself for ignoring Ginny recently.

"She's not so bad," Harry looked up.

"No, she's not," he told Draco who had just walked into sight.

"I'm sorry," the blonde said.

"You're awfully sorry lately." Harry's voice was monotone.

"Harry-"

"Maybe we should take some time off..." The Gryffindor said. "Not see each other for a few days."

Draco didn't say anything for a minute. He ran his hand through his hair, "Y-yeah, I guess that's a good idea."

"I've not been spending time with my friends lately. Starting to feel bad about it."

"I said okay," Draco spat before walking away.

Harry watched him leave, and knew in that instant, his life had changed.

Sirius was gone, Ron was gone, Ginny would always have some form of grudge against him, the dorm would avoid him...and he could have possibly lost Draco.

Not knowing what to do, he walked up to Gryffindor Tower, where he spent the remainder of the day, lying in bed, thinking about everything he didn't want to think about.

During lunch that day, Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, by himself for the most part. His house despised him now, because of his relationship with Harry. 'Sleeping with the enemy,' he thought, though he couldn't remember where he'd heard it before.

He was jabbing his roast with a fork when and owl landed in front of him.

"Joy," he said flatly, "Give it here and be on your way."

The owl stuck out its leg and Draco took the letter. Then it flew away. The blonde examined the envelope. "Sealed in the Malfoy name," he said to himself. "From father I suppose."

He knew such a letter would come, as soon as word got round to Lucius about his sons affairs.

Breaking the seal Draco read:

Son,

I've been understanding about your sexual preference since you've told me, given, I've also been upset about it...you are the last Malfoy after all.

But I don't know if I can approve of your and Potter's...'actions'.

I received a letter from Severus informing me.

Please write, if only to confirm my fears.

Lucius

Draco folded the letter and put it in his robes. It was true, his father had tried to hide his feelings when Draco came out, he'd pretended to understand, and for that, Draco was grateful. But now he didn't know what to tell him. He didn't even know if Harry and himself would be pursuing...'actions' anymore.

He sighed, and stood up, then made his way to the dungeons.