Ever since that night Draco had been very withdraw from everything at Hogwarts. He had become distant in classes and even quit the Quidditch team. He would have been happy for no one to know why, however Harry it seemed didn't share this view, in fact he had bragged to nearly the entire school.

Where ever he went people pointed at him and laughed in the corridors, they weren't even trying to be subtle about it. He was finding out what Harry had gone through for so many years. However he couldn't feel sorry for him, he was to busy loving him but hating him for doing this. Love and hate were emotions so strong it was hard to feel anything else.

He felt so taken advantage of, he knew why Harry had done it, however those rumours that he slept around were not true, they had been started by various Slytherins and everyone had believed them.

The Slytherins had all stopped talking to him and Draco was finding life extremely lonely at present and had to spend evenings shut in his dormitory or on the Quidditch pitch because he was half afraid that he'd be attacked in the common room.

On this particular evening he had taken his broom out onto the pitch, he may not be on the team any longer but he still felt that flying helped clear his mind, as if when you took off you left all your problems on the ground.

He took off, the wind rushing through his platinum blonde hair, completely unaware that someone stood watching him. Emerald eyes watched from the shadows taking in every graceful movement.

Harry had done what he had for many reasons, the major one was to take Draco off his high horse but the other was because he admired the blonde, he knew it seemed strange but he had always looked up to Draco. Maybe he even felt something more.

It didn't take long for Draco to realise that he wasn't actually alone as he first thought; one sweep of the pitch with his eyes told him that the one person who had caused him all this pain and confusion was standing below him without a care in the world.

Draco wasn't going to have that; he landed with grace and ease before striding over to Harry glaring at him, hatred consuming him entirely.

"How dare you, did you come here to rub it in...maybe kick me while I'm down?"

"No." Harry said softly.

"Oh...do you want another to rape me again have you?"

"It wasn't...I never thought about it that way...I just wanted..."

"What...what did you want?"

"I don't know...I didn't think that it would hurt this much."

"All you've ever wanted to do is hurt yourself, it hurt me more than you thought."

"Not you...I didn't think that it would hurt...me as much as it did."

"What?!"

"I can't stop thinking about that night...or you, I'm sorry."

"That's not always good enough."

"I didn't expect it to be...but it's a start."

"Just forget it...leave me alone, I don't know how you expect to make things better...they never will be."

"I have an idea...look at the front page of the daily prophet tomorrow morning and I promise that things will improve."

"If you don't stay away from me, I'm going to report you to Dumbledore for harassment and rape."

"I'm surprised you haven't already...why didn't you?"

"Because unlike some I have a certain level of decency."

"Yeah right...was it decent of you to insult me and my friends for the first five years of Hogwarts?"

"You deserved it."

"For what saving your arse...saving innocent people who should have never got involved in this war to begin with...sure that's really deserving the cruel torment that you put us through."

"You were so irritating...after you refused my friendship I just wanted to make you hurt."

"But if I hadn't then I would never have realised..."

"Realised what?"

"If we had been friends...do you really think that I could feel this way about you?"

"What?"

"That's like me falling for Ron now...it couldn't have happened...I'm sorry if I hurt you then and I'm sorry for hurting you now...if you deny this tonight then I will fully understand but it won't change a thing."

"You're a very convincing speaker; you are absolutely amazing...to deny you everything would be poetic justice in my eyes...however I know what you speak off because I feel it to."

"You do?"

"Yes...you have no idea how much what you did affected me, when I found that note I could hardly breathe it hurt so much, I wanted to curl up and die all because you didn't want me."

"You can't forgive me can you?"

"I can...but not yet...it still hurts too much..."

"Only time can heal the heart."

"Exactly.

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