Okay, it has been a really long time singe I updated, I'm so sorry! Anyway, I decided to go against most peoples advice and do the story different.

Chapter Nine

Harry laid in his bed feeling the worst he had for a long time. His heart was torn in two. One with his best friend and one with his boyfriend. Harry kept on running different scenarios through his mind, trying to work out what choice to make, for he knew he had to make one. He thought about all the fun he had with Draco, the things they talked about, that he couldn't discuss with anyone else, the fooling around.

Then Harry remembered the times with Ron, the things they had gone through together, and how shit Harry felt whenever they had a fight. He couldn't think of anyone he'd rather have as his friend.

Harry knew what he had to do, but actually doing it was another thing. He laid in bed for as long as he could, but putting it off wasn't going to help the feeling of dread in his stomach. Harry dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. Every movement felt like it was draining his body and soul. He quickly scribbled a note on a small piece of parchment and put it in his pocket. He slowly made his was down stairs, his feet feeling like lead. As he entered the common room Hermione looked up, 'Harry can you -', Harry cute her off, 'Not now Hermione, I have to go do something.' He said as he left through the portrait hole.

Upon entering the great hall he saw Ron in conversation with Dean at the Gryffindore table. He walked past the Slytherin table, dropping the note in to Draco's lap at the same time, then made his way to the Gryffindore table, to eat breakfast alone.

Draco opened the screwed up piece of parchment that was thrown into his lap. He wondered why Harry didn't just talk to him, there was no one sitting near Draco. He opened the parchment and read what was on it. 'Meet me at the lake in 20 minutes, Harry.'

Draco saw Harry standing under a tree a he approached, his shoulders were hunched and his head hanging so that his chin almost touched his chest. He looked up as he heard Draco approach. Draco smiled, Harry's mouth just made an odd twitch, which Draco guessed was meant to be a smile. Draco moved forward to kiss Harry, but Harry quickly stepped back, avoiding any contact.

'No, Draco, we have to talk.'

'Harry what wrong? Has Ron done something to you?' Draco asked, trying to grab Harry's hand, which was moved out of his reach again.

'Draco, I…I need to break up with you.' It suddenly seemed like the world had stopped. Like all the life had been sucked out of everything. Draco couldn't believe this was happening.

'You need to, or you want to Harry?'

'What's the difference? The point is I can't see you anymore, we have to stop, I'm sorry.' Harry said, hanging his head, trying not to look at the hurt in Draco's eyes.

'There is a big difference Harry, this is because of Ron isn't it! It's not my fault he's a total prat!' Draco's voice began to get louder, as tears rolled down his cheeks.

'Honestly! Can't you two find a fucking room? I'm so sick of seeing you together!' Harry looked up to see Ron standing behind Draco. Draco spun around to face Ron.

'Well today is your lucky day, Harry just left me, because of YOU! He loves me, and it's just because your a selfish, uptight, asshole that Harry wont be with me! Fuck you!' Draco stormed off leaving Harry and Ron alone. Harry stood staring at the ground, wishing that he felt better.

'Is that true Harry? Did you break up with…him.'

'Yes, I did.' Harry replied, looking up at Ron and willing himself not to cry.

'Oh, Harry I'm so glad you finally came to your sense! C'mon, lets go see Hermione!' Ron started walking back to the castle, Harry slowly following him. Harry couldn't understand, he now felt worse than he ever had.

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