A/N: Hello everyone, and thank you for reading! This is a reply to Chocolate Teddy Bear's challenge .) It's a pleasure to be writing for such a good writer. Thank you, and please review, it's what makes my day.
Do You Know What You Do To Me?
It was there in his eyes, or was it? Was there really love in his eyes? Did it even matter? Were the eyes really the window to the soul? It didn't have to be that way, just because it wasn't there it didn't mean it didn't exist. But there was doubt, already planted in him. He pulled away from the warm embrace, how come it seemed warmer away from him? Was there such a thing as a cold embrace? Even when you loved each other? Was it possible to be living such a perfect lie? Draco ran. Ran from his Harry, but was Harry really his? He was so confused, nothing was right anymore. Only minutes ago he felt like perfection, lying in his lover's arms. But did his lover really love him? Or was it the lovemaking he cared about? Confusion was taking over, all ability to think fleeing him, only helplessness was left.
He thought about their promises. The promises that bound them together as lovers, as people who wanted to be with each other forever. But Harry didn't believe in those promises, he had told him that so long ago. He had said promises never made a relationship, Draco didn't ask him what did. Promises and compromise, but Harry wanted neither. Of course he denied it after the promises were made, said that he promised he loved him and promises were forever. Liar, Draco saw through his promises now.
Harry didn't know but Draco saw him flirt with the others. There were lots of others, Draco could see it now, he was blinded by his lion's beauty but now he was free from the curse. Finnigan, Thomas, Flinch-Fletchley, Corner, Zabini, even Weasley, but there was someone much worse. He saw the way Harry looked at that piece of filth. He hated Longbottom, he had stolen what was his, stolen the only thing had ever cared about. He deserved to die, deserved to be killed painfully and brutally.
Draco remembered the one time Harry had hurt him physically. Of course he had forgiven Harry, he loved him, but abuse was still there in his mind. Harry had drunk too much one night and accused Draco of being a liar, a thief and a whore, and punched him around the face before passing out.
Tears blinded Draco but he knew all to well where he was going. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could and gasped as he pushed the door open and felt a blast of cool air hit his face. Looking off the roof of Hogwarts gave Draco an unexplainable feeling deep down in his stomach, but he didn't care anymore. He spread his arms and let himself fall to his destiny.
His last thoughts being how Harry never knew about their child that he was carrying. His child that would die along with his love, and he wondered, would he care?
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