disclaimer: Nope, still do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. But I will someday!!!! (I wish)
a/n: sorry for the long wait for this update. But Prisoner of Azkaban is now out on DVD!!!! I am so happy…my lovely draco (squeals)
Also, a BIG THANKS to all who reviewed last chapter! I love you guys!
Anyway, here's the next chapter!
Chapter TwoBloody Malfoy, always hurting me. Why is he pushing me away and acting like this?!
Those were Harry's thoughts as he stormed down the hallway; tears brimming his emerald eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. Draco had created a hole in his heart; a hole only he could fix.
He just didn't understand it. Their relationship had been so perfect. They had loved each other, that Harry was certain. Granted, no one else had known about them, but if they had, he was sure people would have agreed that they were soul mates.
"Harry?"
The raven haired boy came out of his daze to see a concerned Ginny.
"Are you ok? You look upset," she stated in a small voice. Harry was like a brother to her, and she didn't; like seeing him so upset.
Harry looked at his dear friend. I need to tell someone. I feel like I will explode if I keep this bottled up any longer, he thought, his hands trembling.
"Actually, Gin, I'm not," he said softly, voice cracking lightly, "I…I really need to talk to you."
Ginny smiled slightly, and put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "Here. Let's go somewhere private, shall we?" she said, trying to sound more cheerful than she actually was. Harry nodded, and the two began walking to the Room of Requirements. Ginny snuck glances at Harry as they walked silently, her heart breaking every time she saw his face, for his eyes were just drowning in unshed tears. It must be about love life, she realized, I've seen the heartbroken expression so many times, and that is definitely what Harry is wearing. Anger swelled through the fiery red-head's body. If a girl hurt Harry, she will pay! she vowed. No one hurts who she cares about, and Harry was no exception.
Walking into the Room of Requirements, which had changed into a comfy room with a fire blazing and squashy chairs, Ginny sat down on a nearby couch and patted the seat next to her, which Harry took.
All right, here goes nothing, he thought as he looked at Ginny, who was looking at him worriedly. Taking a deep breath, he slowly spoke, "Ginny, I'm gay."
Ginny's face changed from puzzled to surprise to happiness. "Oh Harry, that's no reason to be upset! I think it's wonderful that you're gay! Don't worry, no one will hate you for it-" she began, thinking that Harry was upset about his sexuality.
Harry shook his head, and clasped Ginny's hand tightly. "No, I'm not upset about that, Gin. There's more."
The red head's face fell. She didn't like the sound of Harry's voice – this was obviously going to be painful for him to talk about. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I thought-"
The raven-haired boy shook his head again. "No need to apologize Gin. Just…hear me out, please," he said quietly. Ginny nodded, and Harry took a deep breath. "Well, you remember last year at the end I received detention from Snape? Well, afterwards, I ran into someone on the way back to Gryffindor Tower…
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"You are finished, Potter. Now get out of my sight," Snape sneered, looking at the young boy. Harry was eager to oblige.
Greasy haired git! Making me scrub first-year cauldrons…Slimy scumball-Harry ranted in his mind. Suddenly, he heard stifled sobs coming from a nearby classroom. Walking slowly toward said room, he entered ever so silently, gasping at what he saw.
There was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, sitting on the windowsill, hugging his knees as he sobbed softly, staring out the window.
Without a second thought, and not exactly knowing why, Harry walked over to the blonde boy and softly hugged him. Malfoy at first stiffened, but slowly relaxed.
"What do you want, P-potter?" he tried to drawl, but failing miserably for he was still crying.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Harry asked, still slightly surprised that he was trying to comfort his archrival.
At the sound of his first name, Draco pulled back from the embrace, and turned to stare out of the window again.
"It's none of your bloody damned business, Scar face," said the blonde, once again trying to sound like his normal self, but failing miserably. Harry just pulled himself up so he was sitting on the windowsill next to Malfoy.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Harry repeated, softer this time, while staring intently at the blonde. He really has beautiful eyes. He shouldn't taint them with tears…Where the fuck did that come from?! he thought, shocked for he had no idea where the hell that observation had come from.
Draco turned to face Potter, but for once didn't smirk or sneer. In fact, he actually smiled a small smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he stated, this time sounding more like his usual self, without his usual meanness. .
Harry smiled back, and they just sat there, a new understanding having been born between them.
xxxend of flashbackxxx
"Malfoy?" Ginny asked with disbelief, though now that she thought about it, things had seemed a little different between the two enemies after Harry's detention last year. "So did you two get together last year?" she asked.
Harry shook his head sadly. "No. In fact I hadn't talked to him until the beginning of this year. Remember on the train when left to…er…go to the bathroom…
xxxflashbackxxxx
"-and then 'mione said, 'What snitch?'." Ron finished, causing the whole compartment except Harry and Hermione to burst into hysterical laughter. Harry forced a weak smile, where as Hermione 'humphed' in disapproval.
"Really, Ronald. That happened over the summer. I hardly see the logical reason as to why you'd be bringing it up again. And what is so funny about it? How was I supposed to know-" Hermione started, her face turning slightly pink.
"Oh shut up, 'mione. You're just embarrassed," Ron stated, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.
Harry could see Hermione was about to explode. Standing up, he said quickly to everyone in his compartment (Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Seamus, Dean, and Ginny), "Um…I have to go to the bathroom, 'k guys?" Seeing their nods (between bouts of laughter) the black haired boy left the compartment, sighing softly.
Truth was, he just needed to go somewhere to think. He'd been having weird thoughts and feelings lately, most concerning a certain blonde Slytherin…
Walking slowly down the hall, passing compartments filled with hyperactive students, he finally came across one that was empty. Slipping inside it, he sat down on a seat, and stared at nothing in particular.
Ever since that night he had found Draco crying, he hadn't been able to stop thinking of him, especially of those silver eyes.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice that someone had sat across from him until they had cleared their throat. Glancing up, he saw that it was none other than the boy he had been thinking about.
"Malfoy," he nodded in greeting at the boy.
"Potter," the blonde did the same. "What, not surrounded by fans for once?" the blonde drawled, but not in his usual insulting way.
Harry smirked. "Thank god," he said, causing Draco to raise a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow. Harry let out a soft chuckle. "Being famous gets old quick," he explained causing the other boy to snort.
They spent the rest of the train ride, chatting in as friendly a manner as they could. Finally they arrived at Hogwarts, and Draco got up and stretched slowly, causing his shirt to ride up his stomach a little. The blonde noticed that Harry blushed when that happened, and Draco smirked amusedly. Going over to the compartment door, he opened it, and waved Harry over. "After you," Draco spoke softly into Harry's ear as the boy walked past, causing the smaller black haired boy to shudder noticeably.
xxxend of flashbackxxxx
"So he started seducing you then?" Ginny asked, frowning. The ferret had been the one to hurt her Harry. She would have to make him pay…
Harry blushed slightly. "I guess so," he said, "Although we didn't actually…you know…get together really until the following night…
xxxflashbackxxx
"Hey mate, where you going?" Ron asked as Harry stood up from the dinner table.
"Just tired, that's all," he lied. Truth was, he could feel a certain someone's silver eyes on him throughout the evening, and it really was quite unnerving and making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
Hermione looked up worriedly. "Are you sure you ate enough, Harry? You really need to keep up your strength-" she began. Harry stopped her before she went into full mother mode.
"Yes Hermione. I ate more than enough. I'll see you two later," he said before leaving and heading out of the two great doors.
He never noticed a blonde Slytherin left as well.
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Harry walked inside an abandoned classroom, ironically the same one he had found Draco in the year before. Walking over to the window, he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to stop those silver eyes from popping up in his mind anymore.
After a few minutes, he finally realized he was being watched. Turning around, he saw Draco, leaning against the closed door casually, watching him.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" he asked. Damn those eyes. Why are they so pretty…Gah! Where the hell do these thoughts come from?
"I could ask you the same, Potter," Draco drawled – wait, was that a seductive smirk he was wearing?
"Huh?" was all Harry could respond, being distracted by those pretty pink lips.
Draco's smirk widened as he saw Harry staring at his lips. Does he know how sexy he looks right now?the blondeidly wondered. Stepping back from the door, he slowly walked to Harry, and lightly licked his bottom lip, knowing exactly what it would do to Potter.
And the blonde was indeed correct. When Harry saw that tongue, he had the sudden urge to ravish Draco.
Malfoy stopped walking when he was right in front of Harry. Snaking his arm around the other boy's waist, he leaned in till his head was right at the nape of Harry's golden skinned neck.
"Are you gay, Potter?" he whispered, enjoying the feeling of the smaller boy shivering.
Harry's mind went blank. "Nuh uh," he choked out, feeling heat rush to his face.
Draco smirked. So, Potter was in denial. Draco could definitely feel that Harry was indeed enjoying this.
"Are you sure, Potter?" he whispered again, pulling Harry closer and enjoying the scent of him – Potter smelled like, amazingly, lilacs and lavender.
"Nuh uh," was the same answer he got, as Harry's breaths were quickening.
Draco smirked again. "Well, we'll just have to find out for sure, won't we?" he half asked before pulling Harry in for a passionate kiss.
xxxend of flashbackxxx
"Ahhhh…so that's when you two, you know, began dating?" Ginny asked, stroking Harry's head. The poor boy was resting his head on her lap as tears were silently streaming down his face. She really hated to see him like this. Damn that ferret, she angrily thought.
"Yeah. And…since then, we were fine. Happy. Perfect. In l-l-love," he sobbed silently. Ginny increased her strokes and rubbed small circle patterns on his back.
"Its ok, Harry. Its going to be all right. Don't you worry," she whispered.
Harry sniffed, and then took a deep breath before he continued. "Well, it was a perfect relationship. Granted, it was a secret relationship, for we both had agreed not to let anyone know about us, but still, we were happy. That is, until about a week or so ago…
xxxflashbackxxx
Harry sat in the Great Hall, picking at his bacon and eggs, dreading the day that was about to begin.
He had bloody double potions first thing in the morning. Torture. Pure, sadistic, torture.
"Hey mate," Ron said as he plopped down across from Harry, "Double potions today, eh?"
The only answer Ron received was a discontent 'grunt'.
"Harry! Ronald! I have wonderful news!"
The two boys looked up to see Hermione running towards them, excited and way too happy for someone this early in the morning. At least, in Harry's opinion.
"Whab id ud, Hebiomne?" Ron asked, already shoving food into his mouth as he talked. Hermione and Harry looked at him in disgust before Hermione answered his question.
"Anyway, this year Hogwarts will be hosting another Yule Ball! Isn't that wonderful! It will be such a wonderful way to meet new people again! I cannot wait," she finished ecstatically.
Ron groaned. "Oh joy. More date finding. Pure torture, aye Harry?"
On the outside, Harry nodded gloomily, but inside he felt a little excited. Maybe, just maybe, he and Draco could go together. It would be a wonderful way to let people know about their secret relationship.
"Oooh Harry! You got another owl!" Hermione exclaimed as Hedwig landed with a scroll of parchment in front of Harry. Harry smiled, immediately knowing who it was from.
"Thanks girl," he said to his owl before giving her a treat. Opening his letter, he read it with a small smile.
PotterMeet me in our room at 9 tonight.
Dragon
Harry chuckled. They had named the classroom they had met in as their own private room. Looking across the hall, he expected to see Draco smiling at him. Harry frowned, however, when he saw the blonde deliberately avoiding from looking at the Gryffindor table.
Shrugging it off, he pointed his wand at the parchment and muttered a spell so it burst into flames.
"It was your admirer again, wasn't it mate?" Ron asked, smirking playfully. After Harry had started receiving letters from a mysterious person, Ron had finally decided that Harry had an admirer that he was keeping a secret from everyone.
Harry chuckled. "Whatever you say, Ron." Hermione just rolled her eyes and muttered something that suspiciously sounded like 'boys'.
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The day dragged on for Harry. It always did when he and Draco were going to meet at night (which actually happened very often). However, Harry frowned when he noted the blonde wasn't in potions that morning. That was odd, since Draco loved potions more than any other subject.
In fact, Harry hadn't seen his boyfriend at all during the day, which slightly worried him.
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Finally 8:45 pm came and Harry rushed out of the Gryffindor Tower in his invisibility cloak. He reached the room at 5 past 9, and walked inside to find Draco staring out the window.
"Hey Dray," he said, trying to kiss the blonde, being surprised when he was only pushed away. "What's wrong, Draco?" he asked, worriedly.
Not even turning to look at Harry, Draco answered in an icy voice. "We need to talk, Potter." Harry gulped inwardly. He didn't like how serious Draco was sounding.
"Um…ok," he answered more bravely than he actually felt, and not quite sure at what else to say.
Still only looking out the window, the blonde answered in the same icy tone he had before. "I have no interest in seeing you anymore. We're over, Potter," he said.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Surely Draco had not just said… That would be impossible! They loved each other! "Draco, what the hell do you mean?" he asked, knowing his voice was trembling.
Finally Malfoy turned to look at him. "I said we were over, Potter. As in I don't wish to see your fucking scarred head near me ever again," he snarled viciously, lip curling.
Harry just stared for a moment. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. It's impossible. I'll wake up and this will all have been a dream… He moved closer to Malfoy, and tried to reach out and touch him, only to have his hand slapped away.
"Keep your dirty hands to yourself! For all I know they could be tainted with mudblood essence, since, after all, you hang around with Granger," Draco sneered, his eyes glaring at Harry coldly, "Now if you don't mind, I have to go. After all, I don't ever like keeping my sex toys waiting, do I? You should know, after all." And with that Draco turned to leave, but Harry grabbed him, and turned him to face him.
"Draco-" he began to beg, knowing tears were spilling down his face.
The blonde violently pulled away from Harry. "Get your slutty hands off of me! Awwww, you gonna cry now, Scar head? What, you actually thought you meant something to me?" Draco smirked. The blonde then suddenly pushed Harry against the wall and purred heartlessly in his ear, "Well, to be honest, you did mean something to me. You were by far the best fuck I've ever had in bed. It'll be hard to let that go, but I'm sure I'll eventually find someone even better." Giving one more smirk, he released Harry and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Harry on the other hand was trembling as he sunk to the floor, crying.
No no no no no no no. That did not just happen…That did not just happen…That did not just- oh fuck let me die already, he begged the universe as he sobbed.
xxxend of flashbackxxx
By now Harry was crying violently in Ginny's arms. Rubbing his back, she literally saw red. "I am going to fucking kill him! I can't believe that…that…goddammit, there isn't a word foul enough to describe him! Oh, he will bloody pay. He'll wish he were dead by the time I'm through with him," she ranted through gritted teeth. How dare he say that to Harry! She continued to comfort the dark haired boy as he sobbed, vowing to do everything in her power to accomplish revenge on Malfoy.
After Harry's eyes were incapable of producing tears any longer, he pulled away from Ginny's comforting embrace. "Thank you, Gin, for listening to me. It means so much to me, it really does," he informed her gratefully, giving her a small smile, which she returned.
"Oh Harry, I'd do anything for you, honestly."
Harry smiled again. "Please, Gin. Don't tell anyone about what was said in this room…I don't think I could survive-"
Ginny gave him another hug. "I won't tell a soul, Harry. I swear," she assured the worried boy. Harry murmured a thanks before yawning. "Here. How about we get you to bed, Harry? You seem dead tired. You haven't been getting much sleep, have you?" she asked. The boy nodded sheepishly, and the two walked to Gryffindor Tower, Harry leaning on Ginny for support (after all, he was exhausted and drained from all the emotion he had finally let out of his system).
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Draco was wandering the halls, reflecting on the day he had broken up with Harry. It had officially been the worst day of his life.
The night before that day, hehad pacedback and forth in the owlery, debating whether or not he should send Potter the note in his hand. His mind screamed yes, while his heart screamed no. Eventually, he opted to send it, however, he couldn't get a single ounce of sleep that night, for his damned conscience kept making him feel as though he had made the wrong choice.
That morning, he had watched Potter open his letter at breakfast before turning away. He could feel those eyes on him, but he didn't dare look at the boy the belonged to. It would just make things harder.
Deciding he didn't feel up to attending classes that day, Draco sat in 'their room' staring out the window, even crying a few times. He didn't really want this to end, but he was scared what would happen is it continued. He had never felt like this, and that was what scared him. His previous relationships had been basic – snog, sex, break up, repeat. There had been no deep feelings, only sex was on the mind.
But Potter…had been different. Since that night Harry had found him crying because he didn't want to return home where he was sure his dad would pressure him to become a deatheater again, Draco had felt a connection to the Boy-Who-Lived.
And this scared him.
So at 8:30pm, Draco made up his mind 100 - he would break up with Harry.
And he had.
And he had felt horrible with himself afterwards. He had hurt Harry. He had said things he didn't want to. But he had said them because he knew they would get to Harry, and they would cause him pain, which was Draco wanted to do at the time. Afterwards, he had cried into his pillow, feeling disgusted about what he had just done.
Now,he was regretting it. He missed Harry. His heart ached. He had tried to go out with other people, but couldn't in the end. He missed Harry more than anything, and felt terrible that he had ended things between them when they had had a perfect relationship.
And those were Draco's thoughts as saw none other than Harry Potter.
With Ginny Weasley.
Harry was leaning on Ginny.
The weasel had an arm around his Harry as his Harry leaned against her. .
Jealousy raged through Draco's body.
TBC