'We need to talk'

ooooooooooooh shit.

This doesn't sound good. Not one bit.

I walk forward and gag on the stench of booze coming from Harry.

'Have you been drinking?' I ask

'No!' he says it defiantly, but it would have been more believable if he hadn't hiccupped in between.

'Come on Harry, give me the bottle!' I demand, he glares up at me; I see that his eyes are all red and bloodshot.

'Look I didn't ask you here to le hic cture me, I need to t hic ell you something.'

Oh yeah, back to that deep ominous feeling of dread.

'Well, I have to fight vold hic emort soon, and I think it would be bet hic ter if we…you know…' he trails off not looking me in the eyes. I have an idea of what he might be implying, but I ignore it.

'We what? Do each other's hair? Kill Ron? Gang bang Snape? What?'

I amaze myself that I can bring humour to such a depressing moment.

'No, I mean…I mean…we have to stop Draco.' he stammers boldly. He's still avoiding my gaze.

'Stop what? Drinking? Yes I think you should stop Harry, I think you've got a little addiction if you'd just…'

'I think you know what I mean Draco, so stop being a fucking smart arse.' He says coldly. He fixes me with what I think is supposed to be a withering glare.

'You're intelligent enough to work it out, stop being in denial and accept it. We both knew it would happen, it's just an extra weapon for Voldemort if we stay together. I have to be focused on killing him, for good, not screwing around with you. I know it's good, but I do this for the whole wizarding world. Do you understand?' all through his little speech he was talking hard and icily, but he finished with pity, with sadness and regret in his hoarse voice. I can't look at him, so I pace back and forth, my eyes glued to the ground.

I see him pull out a large bottle of fire whiskey, and take a long gulp from it.

My heart feels oddly deflated. This isn't right, were supposed to be together. Oww, my eyes are burning now; so is my throat, come to think of it.

He's staring at me; I can feel his emerald eyes on my head. I clamp my own eyes shut, and a single tear falls down my face.

'Ok, 'I cough, trying to regain my composure. 'I understand, it was good while it lasted though right?' I put on a bright, cheery, fake smile. I bet he can see straight through it, but I don't give a flying pigs arse what he thinks, he's broken my heart.

He gets up and kisses me, but there is no emotion there, just dried saliva and stale drink.

I move away, back up to the castle, keeping my head up high.

I fling myself down on to my bed without getting undressed. Having locked the door, I break down and cry my heart out. Why do I lose everything I have that's good? I love him, I always will, but he doesn't care about me.

What's the point anymore? I cant see anything remotely interesting and worth living for in my life. 'What harm could it do?' says a little voice in my head. 'Voldemort will do it anyway if you don't join him. It would mean you're in control. It would be on your terms. You'd be independent for once. Just give it a go, it probably won't even hurt. Go on!'

I wonder what time it is. I dumped Draco about three hours ago. I don't know for sure, I've had too much fire whiskey to understand anything more than the pain in my head.

Maybe if I have a little nap. aaaaah that's better.

'Do you think he'll do it?'

'I dunno he's a Slytherin'

'Yes but aren't they cowards? I'm not sure he will'

'But he went up there, how would he get down?'

'Why is he up there anyway?'

Voices all around me sounding panicked, anxious and scared.

I open my eyes and find a large group, no make that the whole school, crowded around one of the turrets to the east of the castle, right by the lake, right near me. From where I am, I can see that there is something on the roof of the turret. I heave myself up and walk forwards through the crowd.

When I'm at the front, I see that the whole row is packed full of Slytherins.

Pansy is whispering hysterically, ' It's my fault; I pissed him off last night. Oh its all my fault!'

I dare to look up and see a hunched, blonde figure shaking terribly and quite obviously crying.

Draco.

He spots me in the crowd, and points a crooked, shaking finger towards me.

'YOU!' he shouts down, his voice full of pain, anger and sadness. Everyone looks round at me, curious as to what's going on.

'What are you doing you idiot?' I shout back at him, my head hurts from the drink, but my worry and anger seep through to the surface.

'Why the fuck do you care? POTTER.' he spits the last word. I feel a pang of hurt, he's back to using my last name; he hates me.

'Draco, look, if your up there because of last night you need to grow up. I told you it isn't the fact I hate you, its just for the wizarding world.'

'Oh of course that's just the perfect cover story isn't it! You don't really hate me you just don't want me around when you go off with your little army, jumping around sending any old curse at that old snake. Well I'm not that stupid potter, I know the REAL reason.'

'It doesn't look like you're stupid! Are you that paranoid Draco? Really are you that pathetic?'

'Don't call me pathetic Potter! Don't you dare…'

'You are pathetic Draco! Seriously if you're up there because you think the whole world's against you and that I hate you then you really are the stupidest person I have ever met, and that includes my cousin.' I snap.

I can't stand looking at him in this state anymore. I turn around and stalk back up to the castle, up the steps to the turret, and out towards the sobbing, hysterical mess that is Draco.

He turns when he hears the patter of my shoes on the slate tiles.

'Stay away from me Potter, please' he pleads to me, his once silver eyes now a bright blood red colour.

'No Draco, I love you, I didn't dump you because I hate you, I had to, it's for the best' I reach out, my hand but he backs away shaking his head.

He hits the guttering but continues to take a step back. He slips off the edge and I surge forwards to grab his wrist. Down below the crowd is shrieking and gasping.

'Help me! Help me! Please Harry!' he wails and looks me in the eyes, full of fear and sadness and brimming with tears.

' I'm sorry Draco' I apologise.

'What for? Your not gonna let me go are you? Harry?' he whimpers, tears flowing from his eyes.

'Fuck no! Why the hell would I do that? I mean I'm sorry I hurt you Draco. Honestly I never meant to, I love you Draco, it's just a necessary step. Do you understand now?' I ask him while pulling him up onto the roof.

'I suppose, god I'm stupid aren't I?' he wipes his eyes and we leave the roof of the turret smiling. We reach the main part of the castle and turn to face each other.

'I will always love you Harry, I don't care how long it takes; I will have you back.'

He promises me and then turns and walks away, his footsteps echoing around the deserted corridor.

I stare after him, at that time I think of it as a stupid promise, never to be fulfilled.

How naïve I was, he's a Malfoy; Malfoy's always get what they want.

a/n:i toyed with the idea of lettingDraco fall off, but i love him too much to do that!anyway,please review!