Disclaimer: I do not own ze Harry Potter; if I did, believe me, you'd know.
A/N: It doesn't make sense, as usual. But I think a lot of people have learned not to expect that anymore XD

adios

Dear Draco,

You never did notice, did you? Never saw the way people's stares would follow you across the room; never noticed the hisses and thinly veiled glares; never saw the headlines that screamed, "Boy Who Lived Corrupted by Junior Death Eater!" Either that, or you didn't care.

That was the problem with us—I loved you because you saw me as simply Harry Potter, the boy-who-was-a-pain-in-your-arse, and nothing else. I was never the Boy Who Lived to you. I was never a celebrity or an icon. I just…was, I guess

But the media and attention caught up to me anyhow, and you couldn't do anything because you didn't understand. To you, I was just Harry. You couldn't see exactly why everyone clamored around me and threw questions at my retreating back. You didn't see why around made such a fuss about me. You couldn't empathize with me when I felt like screaming and tearing my hair out because of those goddamn reporters, and you couldn't see why I minded so much.

And that's when things started falling apart.

I could never tell you what was wrong or what was bothering me. I mean, if you had to ask, then you wouldn't really know. Wouldn't know why I minded so much, why it hurt, and why I couldn't make it all just stop. Because you thought I could do anything if I put my mind to it.

I quote, "You want to win that match against me, Harry? Then win." That was all. You just told me to do it. Now that I look back on it, I wonder how you could have had such faith in me when I messed up so many times in my life. You always told me, "Just do it, Harry." Like I could just snap my fingers, and poof, there it was. Done and done.

Harry paced back and forth, his strides brisk and determined and the only thing that betraying his frazzled nerves was the breathless quality of his voice. He stopped abruptly and faced the Slytherin.

"Draco, you don't understand! They're absolutely insane. I can't even go out for dinner without them finding out who I'm with, or what I'm eating!"

Draco stared back at Harry and said, calmly, "So stop them."

I don't want that. I don't want that uncertainty. Despite your inexplicable and oddly comforting belief in me, it still wasn't enough to make me believe. It wasn't enough to reassure me, and because I didn't have any confidence in myself and my abilities, I…failed. The reporters still got to me. The public still shunned you; blamed you for 'influencing' me to the darker side of life. Made you seem like a joke, a tormentor, instead of the one person in the world who could still provide me with…I don't know, something good.

But, I'm weak. I needed someone who would be my pillar and my strength; someone who could hold me up. Actually, I should say that I needed someone who would hold me up, who would stay with me as I fell and would stick around to pick up the pieces. You could have done that, but you chose not to. Maybe you thought that eventually, if you and I tried, I could learn to take care of myself and get back up when I fell. And I never did learn, did I?

(But thanks for trying.)

But now that I know I can never get what I wanted, I guess there's no reason for me to stay here anymore. I mean, what's life worth living for when you already know you can't get your heart's desire, right?

So, see ya, Draco. And…don't miss me too much.

Harry

.finis