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Sorry I took so long to update. I was researching personality disorders and starting a new fic. I promise to writer the last chapter of this before I even think about writing another story.

Please review! I carried on writing after chapter 5 because you wantedme to and I've had all of one review since then. How am I supposed to know if you like it?Weep.

Chapter 7(I think.): Deceit

Gabe stumbled, laughing, and fought viciously to stay upright, spilling most of the wine from the bottle he was holding. Draco caught him and plied the bottleneck from his grip. He smiled at the shocked, childlike expression on his face and drunken efforts to regain his wine.

"I think you've had enough to drink for tonight." Gabe backed off and stood swaying in the moonlight. His face was flushed from the cold night air and his dark hair swept back.

"Spoilsport. Dance with me!" Draco was surprised into laughing as Gabe started to spin, his head thrown back and his arms raised.

"Stop it! The neighbours are already scared of us!" Gabe stopped and grinned strangely. "What? Oh, shi-" Draco landed on the grass and Gabe almost had the bottle back in his grasp when Draco kissed him. Gabe wrapped his arms around his waist and they lay in the grass together, the remains of the wine left to trickle into the soft soil beneath them.

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Harry watched in revulsion at their outward signs of affection. His face twisted as he watched them stumble to the ground. He watched Draco's arms snake around his waist. And that's exactly what he was. A snake. A venomous, treacherous snake. But nobody likes snakes, and one day he'd get stood on and squashed and he would deserve it. Harry smiled to himself and carried on watching the two figures below, both of them unaware of the plans he had in store for them.

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"I love you Draco." My heart skips a beat and I start to panic.

"I know you do." My voice sounds cold and alien, but it's better this way. I've broken the one promise I made to myself when I got involved with him. I tried not to fall in love with him. I tried so hard. But it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. I've opened a window and I can't close it. I told myself that I wouldn't let anyone hurt me again, and I'm the one who made it possible.

"You don't have to love me. I just needed to tell you." The disappointment in his voice is crippling and I hate myself for being so selfish as to care more about me being hurt than him. I take his hands but can't manage to look into his eyes.

"It's not that I don't love you! It's just…it's difficult."

"What, you think I won't understand! I've been hurt before as well and I know it's hard, but you have to get over it!"

"I didn't mean that! You know I didn't. You know how I feel about you."

"Then say it." I look into his eyes, begging him not to make me.

"Please don't be like this. You just have to be patient wi-…"

"Oh, Draco, I'm sick of being patient!" Gabe draws away from me and stands up, pacing back and forth across the room. "Every time I try to get close to you, you push me away! I've tried to understand you and I just can't! I don't know how the hell Harry dealt with you all these…" Gabe trails off, a look of horror on his face. How can he know? My heart races as I stand in front of him, and I wonder how long I've lived with his lies.

"How do you know about Harry?" Gabe looks down at his feet.

"I guess you mentioned him or…"

"DON'T LIE TO ME! I'VE NEVER MENTIONED HIM! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?" I can feel the hot tears coursing down my cheeks and I hate him for being able to hurt me so much.

"I'm sorry Draco. I saw the paper, before you threw it into the fire. I tried not to look, honest I did. I'm sorry." I feel used, betrayed, but my anger is dampened when I look at Gabe. Somehow it hurts even more than Harry, because Gabe really is sorry and I know I can never forgive him.

I brush past Gabe and lock myself in my bedroom. It's dark but I'd rather deal with my fear than the tumult of emotions churning my stomach. I close my eyes and breathe deeply for a few moments. When I calm down I open my eyes and stare into the black hole before me.

The blue-white light shines in the darkness, coming closer. Coming closer.

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The light illuminates His face until He is stood inches in front of me and I can see the thin lines around his eyes and the light smile playing at His lips.

"Hey, babydoll."

He lifts my hand up and curls it around the rose. I feel a searing pain on my palm, then the light goes out and I can't see Him anymore, only feel His hand forcing mine to embrace the white fire enslaved in the delicate petals.

Hello darkness, my old friend.