Title: I hate everything about you
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Summary: Draco and Harry found themselves into a fight that'll lead them to rip each others lips and realizing a feeling they never knew it was there. Slash!
Rating: R
Statues: UN-BETAED
Notes: Hope you like this one! Short chapter! The Bold letters are fragments of the Song from Luis Fonsi titled Te Echo de Menos Amor (I miss you so much love.)
Chapter Three:
Two weeks later…
Harry sat down at an empty table in the library trying to finish his Transfiguration essay. He has been catching up with all the assignments and homework he hadn't done well for the past two weeks.
Since Harry didn't want to face Ron in the common room, even though he had fixed his problems with him, he found out that the library wasn't that bad to relax and let your mind wonder. He was halfway writing his essay when somebody sat beside him.
"Hello, Harry." Harry turned to face Blaise Zabini, only Slytherin gay around the school. It was obvious about Blaise's sexuality especially his attraction to the raven boy was unmistakable.
"Hello," he murmured, resuming his reading.
"Would you like to go out with me?" Blaise asked. Harry raised his eyebrow at the dark blonde boy, "Well I heard you are gay, is it?"
Harry opened his mouth like a fish unable to reply. Behind him someone mentioned Malfoy's name. The name sent shiver yet jolts of anger thought his body.
"Did you notice the bite mark on Malfoy's neck?"
Harry blushed as the fifth year continued. "Could that be the reason why he's all almighty?
"Maybe he have a secret lover."
"We don't know, but maybe, maybe not. Malfoy is extremely secretly."
Harry was angry, and turning to face Blaise he said, "Why not?"
"Did you see that?"
"Potter is dating Zabini! A Slytherin!"
Draco was trying his best not to rip his Potion essay into pieces. His teeth were screeching together, gripping the edge of his half filled parchment along his quill.
So that's why Harry stopped seeing him, to date that bloody whore of Blaise. Zabini is dating Potter, his Potter! The nerves of him! Lately, Draco Malfoy has to gulp his pride every time he sees those two little lovebirds together. It boils his blood! He wants to strangle them to death, both of them!
Yet these feeling were so new and unknown to him. Why? He hates Potter, he didn't care! But the thought of having another man touching what he touched was stressful, rage, almost like....jealously...
Angrily he ripped his parchment in pieces, fuming at his thoughts. It's all his fault! All his!
"Zabini!" Draco yelled through the hallway of Entrance Hall. The dark red head broke his shagging session with Potter over the step of the grand staircases and looked annoyingly at the blonde.
"What now Malfoy?" The blonde's cheeks were turning red as he dropped his book halfway his approaching to Blaise. Blaise thought Draco would had dragged him down to the dungeons for some serious talk but he was shocked when he felt the blonde's fist connect with his jaw.
Luckily, Blaise place his hands over the step before crashing down or else he would have banged his head quite hard on the steps.
"What the-" Harry tried to say but Draco furiously yanked Blaise from the back of his robes and threw him across the room. He jumped on top of the dark red head and grasped his neck tightly banging his head on the stone floor.
"How dare you!" Draco hissed angrily, "How dare you take what is mine!"
"Yours?" Blaise managed to choke before turning paler, as Draco now punched his face, drawing blood from his lips.
"You fucking whore! You!" Malfoy felt someone yanking him away from the choking Blaise and held him tightly. "You fucking let me go! Let me kill the bloody bastard!" He screamed.
"Stop this nonsense Mr. Malfoy! He is your housemate!" Professor Snape exclaimed over Draco's struggling as Harry help Blaise stand up.
Draco did not really care if it was his head of House holding him and that there were lots of students coming down to see the fight but he screamed, very hard. " You took Potter from me! The one I fuck and took out his virginity. You don't bloody know, Nothing you fucking whore!
Blaise stared at Harry incredulously as if not believing what he was hearing. Harry looked away from the hazel eyes staring at him. "Is it true?" he asked.
Harry gritted his teeth and gripped his first. He stomped towards Draco, who was smirking horribly and slapped him so hard on his face that Draco did not have the forces to look up at the angering emerald eyes with his reddened five finger cheeks.
"I hate you! I hate everything about you!"
"But you still loved it," Draco answered slowly looking up at the emerald eyes, " All those fights, all those screams and feelings."
Harry growled angrily and jumped at Draco while Snape tried to stop both teenagers from ripping his head off, still holding Draco. Ron yanked Harry away and held him tight.
"You bloody let me go Ron! Let me rip his face!"
"Yes Weasley let him tear me into pieces like I did to his ass."
"Silence both of you!" Snape shouted over the bickering teenagers. "Both of you will received suspension from any activity! And off to the Headmaster Office!"
I don't know what I did wrong but I will change if you look behind; Give me a second change...
Draco stared at the roof blankly as he laid sprawled on the bed, lost in thoughts. Hours ago he was sent to the Headmaster office and given 150 points off and suspension from any activity. All because of his fight for his little Potter toy. Yeah sure it had been two weeks he hadn't see Harry; he thought it was all sex but his mind is betraying him. He missed the boy; his eyes, his face, the contact of his skin, the rough kisses and the lustful time spending fucking each other.
He thought he could move on after Harry refused to meet him after his little date with Blaise but it was dreadful, his mind had lost track of time and dwelled in the past.
Why? How can he miss him when he hates him? Why he was jealous?
What will I do without you?
Who will take your place?
Who will take care of me?
"You love him. You love everything about him. His eyes, skin, lips, face, everything!"
He gritted his teeth. "Nobody had made you feel thrill."
He picked up the lamp and smashed it into the solid brick wall.
And the silence becomes traitor when the jealousies touch the bitterness
I don't know what I did wrong but I shipwrecked against my own will
"Shut up!" he yelled. He could feel the adrenaline pumping on his vein as the rage grew stronger.
He ripped everything away, tearing all he could get his hands on. He rested his back on the wall and slipped down to the floor, tears welling in his eyes.
"I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?"
He did something he never did.
You have nailed yourself in my heart
Give me a second change; You will not regret it
He screamed, very loud.
"Had you seen Malfoy lately?"
"The last time I saw him, he looked horrible, bags under his eyes, puffy red eyes, and hair messed up; it's very unlike him." The boy who said this was a fifth year with black eyes and dark brown spiked hair.
"He rarely eats, he just pokes his food, drinks his juice and leaves the table," said a sixth year.
"I was passing by his headquarters," the Slytherin boy was saying, "and I heard same trashing and sobbing screaming inside, like he was angry or something."
"Maybe his secret lover dumped him."
"But Malfoy doesn't look like the type of guy he could cry for somebody."
"We don't know, but maybe, maybe not. Malfoy has changed."
Harry listened at the conversation nearby as he sat alone on the vast grounds of Hogwarts. Could it be true? Malfoy did change?
Harry threw the books inside his trunk and sat on the bed. So, Malfoy had changed. Harry tried to put everything together, bags under his eyes, messy hair (untangled to say), barely eats or talks with his housemates and trashing, screaming, and sobbing inside his room.
To Harry, it sounded like Draco Malfoy was depressed, angry that he lost someone that he loved. Somebody that must had been important to-
Harry froze:
Two weeks ago, he stopped seeing Draco.
Two weeks ago, Draco changed his attitude.
Two weeks ago, Draco went angry.
Two weeks ago, Draco began to look like shit.
Two weeks ago, and they haven't fought after his outburst with Blaise.
Two weeks ago, they had sex.
Two weeks…
Harry finally understood he was the cause of Draco's depression.
Draco had fallen in love and hated him for it.
Harry slumped, his head in his hands. That's why Harry couldn't stop Draco in the first place. That's why he couldn't help it and think about the blonde.
He also fell in love...
TBC...
Notes: Sorry if this one was short but I have other plans for next chapter!