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Author: Spideria

Story Title: Because I Never Gave Up

Chapter: 10

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Chapter 10: A New Best Friend

Draco stood in the shower, crying his eyes out.

After getting home, he had burst through the door, rushed past his parents, and run up the large, spiraling staircase to his room. Once there, he had savagely ripped off his shirt, while walking to his bathroom, simply fuming.

Figuring a shower would help ease his tension, he had walked to the shower stall, and angrily turning the taps all the way to the right, turning the water as hot as he could.

He had then proceeded to furiously strip off the remaining clothes he wore, and stepped into the shower stall, letting the near boiling water cascade down his body and the muscles that were shaking with tension and fury.

The boiling water, however, had been having no effect whatsoever, on Draco's tensed, furious muscles, as Draco could barely feel anything. His mind had been completely lost in hateful thoughts, which only enraged him even more.

Feeling all the venomous anger inside him just itching to burst out of his body, and shaking with rage, Draco pulled his arm as far back as he could, and concentrated all his anger into his fist, as he forcibly punched the glass wall of the shower stall.

The strong, thick glass only just barely let a small crack crawl it's way over the surface.

He had looked down at his hand, still balled up into a fist, with blood seeping out from the very surface of his knuckles; the result of it's monstrous collision with the impressively thick glass.

As his brain slowly began to process the pain from his bleeding hand, a shameful sob escaped his pale pink lips, from both pain and grief.

Now he stood, sobbing uncontrollably, letting out all his anguished sorrow.

Feeling as though he were being completely swallowed up in a dark, cold black hole of endless hopelessness, he let himself slide down the glass door, and onto the floor.

Desperately seeking any comfort he could, he frantically reached pulled up his legs, hugging his knees possessively against his chest.

He stayed in that sorrowfully pitiful position until his sobs slowly died down.

Despair.

That was exactly what Harry felt, as he slowly walked away from the Spring Dance.

He wasn't headed home.

No. He definitely didn't think he could deal with his parents, who would definitely question him suspiciously for returning home so soon.

Letting out a mournful sigh, Harry walked into the park, knowing exactly where he was headed.

Trying to clear his mind of all his desolate thoughts, he took a seat on a swing, lightly pushing his feet against the ground.

The swings always helped clear his mind up a bit whenever he was feeling down and full of despair.

Suddenly, he heard the quiet squeak of a rust chain, as another person took a seat on the swing next to him.

Not even trying to hope for it to be Draco, (as he knew Draco was far too furious to have come anywhere near him) he slowly lifted his head up.

A freckled-boy, whose red hair's luminance had gone down a bit in the dark night, stared back at him, his blue eyes full of concern.

Letting out a deep, despondent sigh, Harry looked up into the dark night sky, morosely.

There was no use in hiding his feelings from Ron, who was his next best friend, right after Draco. Ron could read him like an open book, and even if he couldn't, Harry wasn't sure he would want to hide his feelings from Ron.

He needed someone to confide in, and Ron was the perfect person.

Ron could understand him better than Hermione in many ways that she would never understand. Always looking at things the professional way, Hermione tended to miss the finer, more personal details of things.

Ron, however, looked at things in the exact opposite way.

He never paid attention to the big picture, but, instead, the smaller details that made up the big picture.

"It's a really nice night out, today. Don't you think, mate?" Ron asked, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

Harry let small smile find it's way across his lips.

Ron never voiced the obvious question aloud, instead, always letting Harry tell him when he was ready, unlike Hermione, who unintentionally tended to irritate people by pestering them quite annoyingly until they exploded.

For this, Harry was extremely grateful.

Nodding, Harry answered, "Yeah. It is."

In all honesty, it really was quite a beautiful night.

The stars were shining brilliantly, and the moon was simply glowing with radiance.

"I really messed up, Ron." Harry finally said, feeling ready to talk.

Ron said nothing, only tilting his head slightly, showing that he was listening.

"Draco and I...well, Draco. He...he..." Deciding to start again, Harry took in a deep breathe before exhaling and starting from a different approach.

I think Draco felt more for me than just...friendship."

Harry stopped for a moment to look at Ron's reaction, but saw only a small, understanding smile on his face. Letting a small smile grace his lips as well, harry continued.

"Yeah, who would have thought? I guess everyone except...me." The smile slowly disappeared from his lips, turning into an increasing frown as he continued. "I was so stupidly obsessed with Oliver that I completely ignored all of Draco's feelings.

"And then, suddenly, when I finally start to figure it out, and even give in a bit, I mess it all up by...by...well, I don't even know how I messed up! I mean, I didn't even kiss Oliver! We were just dancing!" Harry shouted out, indignantly.

"I mean, how fair is that?" Harry exclaimed to Ron.

"I don't know. Would you have been hurt if you so Draco dancing intimately with his obsessed crush?" Ron asked, trying to make Harry see things from Draco's point of view.

"Well, I...I guess...now that you put it that way, I would get sort of hurt. Yeah." Harry answered, dropping his head down, sulkily.

"I really messed up, Ron."

"You've already said that once before, tonight. Now it's time to figure out how to fix this mistake." Ron said, putting a friendly hand on Harry's shoulder, giving it a reassuring smile.

Harry gave a small smile, and looked up into the dark night sky, sprinkled with stars.

Ron was right.

It was time to stop sulking, and start planning!

But not just yet. For now, Harry decided to sit under the shining stars with his best friend, Ron.

After all, Draco wasn't going to be his best friend anymore.

He was going to be his boyfriend.

He was sure of it.

A/N: Okay, you guys. I hope this was long enough. I really tried hard on this chapter. I tried making it descriptive and detailed. I really hope you guys liked it, because I think it's the most descriptive of all my chapters. Plus, it's one in the morning, and I had to type it all up now because I really didn't want to make you guys wait anymore. Also, I'm sorry for not making Hermione the thoughtful, knowing one in this chapter, but all the stories always make her so perfect and wise, and, well, I figured it was time we gave Ron a break! Ron is a VERY considerate person! I know it. I just know it! So let's here it for Ron, everyone! Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray! YAY!! Okay, that's enough. We don't want his head to get too big, now, do we? Lol. Alright, you guys. I really liked this chapter, and I hope you guys did, too.

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