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One of Many.
Harry stumbled in blindly through the door, alone. Draco stood by the fire, warm light depicting his straight nose and high cheekbones, illuminating his soft lips and beautiful eyes. In his drunken stupor it took Harry a few moments to register Draco's face and match it to a name, and with that name came a long, tortuous history.
"Oh, you. What do you want?" Harry's speech was slurred and he swayed precariously. Draco sighed.
"Sit down before you fall down."
"Because you just know what I should do all the time, don't you? Stop trying to rule my life."
Draco looked hurt as Harry slumped into an armchair. When he spoke again his voice was gentle as he laid his tender fingers on Harry's cheek.
"If I don't, who will? You won't, your other 'boyfriends' can't. They don't know you like I do."
Harry threw off Draco's caring hand and forgiving words with a snarl before standing up dangerously quickly for someone in his state of mind.
"When will you get it Draco? You are one of those so-called 'boyfriends'."
Draco flinched and bit his lip to ward off the tears he felt burning at the back of his throat.
"No Harry. I'm not. I love you Harry, and I know you loved me, if not now, then once. You did. I know you did."
"You're wrong, as always Draco. All the others got it. They left. But you keep coming back."
"The only reason you push me away is because you're scared…"
"Scared? Of what? I don't love you. I have never loved you. You're just a mistake, which refuses to leave. Why would I be scared if I never had any feelings for you, ever?" Suddenly Harry gasped as he glanced the pain he'd caused Draco and he hated himself more than the hatred he claimed he had of Draco. Without a further word he turned his heel and marched out of the room, leaving Draco to cry, alone, at the sounds of his fading footsteps.