A/N: very short update. i'm having trouble getting back into this story, however, i am determined to finish!
Harry, who had been studying in the library all day, slammed his potions book closed angrily. One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi and he couldn't figure out magical significance of paprika. He glanced around the empty library and pondered his next move, he could either stay in the library hoping some kind of inspiration hit him, unlikely considering Madam Pince kept stalking past making disapproving noises, or he could go back to the dormitory and ask Hermione. Decisions, decisions, Harry thought sarcastically as he got up and left the library.
Walking through the corridors on his way back to Gryffindor house, Harry began to think about his twisted relationship with Draco. It was getting way out of hand. Draco was always showing up and looking hurt or else declaring his love. It was all very annoying. Harry decided that he would have to end things. Even Draco deserved better than to be strung along like this.
Harry muttered the password to the Fat Lady (Requiem) and passed through the portrait hole. The common room was nearly entirely deserted, everyone having left for the holidays. A couple of moronic first years were playing exploding snap by the fire. A pang of guilt hit Harry as he passed them buy; he and Ron had been in front of that fire when Sirius's head appeared there. Harry couldn't believe it hadn't yet been a year since Sirius's death. Harry remembered last Christmas and felt worse about the holidays this year.
Harry ascended the steps up to the girls dormitory (Hermione had taught him a spell so that the stairs didn't turn into a slide) and was right outside Hermione's room when the sound of moaning and grunting met his ears. The door was opened a crack and through that crack Harry saw something that took his fragile heart and shattered it into a million pieces. His best friend, soul mate, other self was naked and writhing in ecstasy with Hermione.
Harry's breath was coming in short choking intervals as he watched the love of his life making love to someone else. Harry's eyes started to prickle with the beginnings of heart break and he ran from them. Through the common room, where he nearly trampled people coming through the portrait hole, through the corridors where he narrowly avoided kicking Mrs. Norris down a stairwell, and into a familiar room. One that was filled with razor blades and sharpened knives, hanging ropes and bottles of aspirin, loaded guns and open balconies with fifty foot drops. Harry threw himself down on the cold, hard stone and felt the emptiness deep within his chest growing. Like a corrosive poison it ate away at his heart and soul until there was nothing left. Harry shut his eyes and prayed for the darkness to envelope and consume him. Harry fell asleep in the Room of Requirement.