A/N: Hey guys, I haven't had much success with this fic, but I thought there's no point init going to waste, so I've decided to post anyway. Unfortunately, there is only one chapter after this, as it was originally a standalone, but I made it into chapters, so yeh, enjoy!
Chapter Three – Broken
12:53pm. Only two minutes had passed since he'd last looked. Could time really go this slow? He pinched his arm to see if he was dreaming.
"Ow!" he cried.
"What, Harry?" Hermione asked, turning around.
Definitely not a dream. "Uh … erm – I – I, well, I have to go meet Drake." Harry mumbled.
"Now?" asked Ron sharply.
"Yeh," replied Harry. "I only have a few minutes."
"Okay, Harry," said Hermione. "Have fun."
"Don't forget to meet us at the Shrieking Shack. Half two." Ron said quickly.
Harry agreed and waved goodbye.
He decided to go to the Hogs Head and "freshen up", as the ladies would say. The bar man gave him a shifty look, who was cleaning out a dirty glass with what appeared to be the same rag Harry'd seen him use two years previously.
He smiled and walked past him, through a wooden door. Inside the toilet, Harry splashed some water onto his face and started checking for spots. He found one just above his right eyebrow and with a little wave of his wand and a few words it ceased to exist.
He smiled to himself and checked his watch. 1:03! He was late! Harry pushed open the door, jogged through the bar room, pulled at the door and ran off down the street towards the Three Broomsticks.
Flattening down his hair, Harry pulled the door open and strolled through confidently. His eyes roamed the seats full of students, searching for the familiar golden hair of his boyfriend. He heaved a sigh of defeat and began winding through the sea of tables but suddenly stopped.
Draco Malfoy was sitting on his own at a secluded table for two in a corner. Harry practically ran towards him, envisioning the grin on Dray's lips, kissing him, touching him, holding him –
Harry's visions were suddenly ripped away as he saw that Draco wasn't alone. He was holding the hand of a striking, dark haired girl and just staring, as if mesmerised.
Harry stood still as the scene penetrated his already confused mind. His beautiful, God-like Dray, holding hands with …
Aiobhne.
His "twin" as Ron had called her. Some twin, Harry thought savagely, blinding hatred rising inside him. He began to thunder towards the table but stopped, yet again, when he saw the only thing he felt, at that moment in time, that could truly break him.
They were kissing, Aiobhne's hands running through Draco's hair, just as his own had being nights before.
Harry didn't know how long he stood there; time seemed to have no meaning. They had broken apart and were smiling at each other, Draco's cheeks flushed slightly.
Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and bolted from the building, his pain making him run faster. Draco had turned a second before Harry and had seen the pain reflected in his eyes, had seen the tears slipping silently down his face and had watched as his once thought soul mate ran from the pub.
