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A/N I was asked quite a few times to give another chapter to this story. It was a one shot, meant to stay a one shot, but I guess I'll add in another chappie and we'll see how it goes from there. Any ideas on what could happen next?I'm asking because I have no clue! I got an idea on how it could end though... -shrugs- we'll see how this plays out. The poem is Mine. I wrote it, no one else did. So please note and respect that in every sense of the word. If I go in anyway cliche with this, let me know, nnd I will fix it. In another story I have a character named Mathew as well, we'll put it this way, I cannot think up new names to save my life. All my children are being named by my partner haha :)

I also thankchaeli.meep. for emailing me and asking for another chapter, making me realize how people might want an updateand crazyfrog for giving me a few helpful ideas for it. To the rest of my reviewers, I love ya!

I won't look at you obsessively,

I'm going to be cutting a cord.

I won't send those small smiles,

That you once adored.

I won't look nice for you,

I never needed to.

It's a bit painful,

Like cutting away part of your heart,

But part of me hates you so much,

That I can't even remember why I loved you at the start.

I can't believe I fell,

For your stupid spell.

I can move on,

I cannot forget true,

But I never was your property,

So who ever said I had to love only you?

Your tender kiss,

Is not the only thing I won't miss.

Harry sat down at his desk, twiddling his thumbs and staring obsessively at the walls. It reminded him of Draco's eyes; it was a colour so similar to Draco's eyes. Why the hell did he keep seeing Draco everywhere?

It had been a month, Harry was seeing another guy, and Chris was perfect in everyway. Chris, his Chris, the one who was sweet, the one who never would hurt him, the one he just couldn't seem to give himself to completely.

His friends thought he was happy with Chris, and he was. But whenever he so much as looked around and saw someone who looked a bit like Draco, he'd stare at them, almost wishing they were Draco.

Harry still hadn't forgiven the bastard, he hated yet loved Draco. He'd heard Draco and that Mathew fellow he'd caught them with were still seeing each other, and it made his blood boil.

Then he remembered he was supposed to hate Draco Malfoy and love Chris. Harry did love Chris; it just wasn't what it had been with Draco. Harry knew that if he admitted things, he was using Chris to get over Draco.

He was trying to love Chris, he really was. But still, even after three months, he still saw Draco everywhere. And it made him despise Draco even more.

"Harry, you want to go out tonight?" Chris asked, wrapping his arms around Harry and hugging tightly. Harry moaned as he feltChris' lips cover his neck, sucking down hard.

"Of course I do, where would you like to go?" Harry asked, looking at his sheets that he still had to form, and figured it could wait. If it was for Chris, he'd do anything. Well almost anything, if it was legal.

"Leaky Cauldron." Chris said, and Harry let out a laugh, shifting around to meet Chris' electric blue eyes and nuzzled his lover's nose. Chris was half Irish, you could really tell by his hair colour: a light auburn.

"Great choice, Chris, really classy." Harry replied, kissing Chris and secretly wishing to pull away. Why the hell didn't Chris know about brushing your teeth before and after you go to sleep? Draco had… Harry stopped that train of thought, damning himself for thinking it.

Draco had damaged him so much, and Chris got to pick up the pieces. It was proving difficult, but everyone else thought it was going perfectly. Only Harry could tell them the truth. He'd leave Chris for someone else in a second.

He just wasn't ready to give up someone so sweet yet.

"I know, wasn't it?" Chris responded, kissing back and holding onto him tightly.

Harry and Chris walked into the Leaky Cauldron, sitting down at a table and talking quietly. Chris was telling Harry how he should take a week off and go on vacation; it was, after all, going to be Christmas soon.

"Harry come on, take me somewhere this Christmas! I mean we've only been together for a while but everything's going along perfectly and I really want to spend this Christmas with you!" Chris was saying, but Harry barely heard any of it.

In the corner Draco was sitting, staring right at him. Their eyes had locked, silver on green, and Harry looked away. This time it was the real Draco, not an image, not a person who looks like Draco, it was Draco.

Harry wasn't ready to even be friendly to the man let alone be anywhere near him in public. He hoped Draco was listening, because if he was, he wanted to hurt the bastard. He wanted to watch Draco cry, watch him be in pain.

Harry wanted revenge.

"Chris, lets go to Jamaica for Christmas, I need to get out of England." Harry said, looking at Chris as his blue eyes lit up with affection. Chris was happy when he got something he wanted; he was like a little kid. It was adorable, Harry could give him that.

"You mean it, Harry? Just you and me? No more ministry work? Oh Merlin I love you!" Chris said, getting up from his chair and sitting himself in Harry's lap, kissing him in front of all those people.

Harry couldn't help it, he gave Chris a smile, a smile he used to give Draco, and he did it while everyone was watching them and catcalling at them. Harry wondered if he could possibly sneak a peak at Draco and see what was going on in that pretty little head of his.

"Chris, I have to go to the bathroom, okay?" Harry said finally, getting up slowly, sneaking a glance at Draco who was glaring at him with cold eyes. Chris glanced up, but then went back to his drink.

"Sure." he mumbled, and Harry liked that about Chris. He never asked questions, never wondered what Harry was doing, just let him be.

Harry walked to the bathroom, smiling at Tom as he walked past the bar to get to the room, and opened the door very slowly. He didn't even have to look back, he knew Draco would follow.

He'd rather the guy wouldn't, though. Harry was unzipping his fly when the bathroom door banged open, and a furious Draco stood in front of him. "What the fuck, Harry?" Draco growled, and Harry zipped his fly back up, glaring at the man.

Draco looked good, the light in the bathroom was dark, but it was enough to make out Draco's blonde hair combed neatly, his robes pressed so they didn't even show a wrinkle, and his complexion perfect, not even a scar showed.

"Hell Draco, if you don't mind I have to go to the bathroom, could you wait for two seconds before giving me some of your shit?" Harry snapped back. He didn't really have to go, but any excuse to get away from Draco's eyes would do.

"God damnit Harry, I'm sorry, I never meant…" Draco started but Harry gave him a cold, silencing glare.

"You never meant for me to find out you were screwing another guy! Well this time you won't fool me! I'll never fucking go back to you and your lies, how the hell could I ever trust you again? YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME!" Harry was screaming now, just wanting to get out, his eyes were tearing up.

This was no way to go back to Chris, all worked up because he wasn't over a bastard just yet.

"I DO LOVE YOU!" Draco screamed again, only to have Harry sock him in the mouth.

"No you don't! You wouldn't have cheated on me if you did! Don't lie to me anymore you fucker! I never want to see, hear, or talk to you again. I HATE YOU! I thought I loved you, but how the hell could I love you?" Harry raged, forgetting he had tears in his eyes.

Harry was hurting Draco, he could see it. But he wanted to hurt, he wanted to cause pain. He wanted to get back at Draco. Draco's gray eyes held an emotion Harry hadn't seen in them, remorse. And Harry was sickly proud of himself.

"You still fuck him, don't deny it. Why, why did you do it? Answer that one thing." Harry asked, heading towards the door, forgetting completely he'd come in here to release his bladder, which wasn't full anyways.

"I… I liked him. I don't regret it, but I regret doing it while I was with you. I love you damnit, I love you more than I'll ever love anyone else." Draco said, and Harry wanted to cry, because he was going to hurt Draco, badly.

"Well, learn to love someone else. Because I'm not in love with you anymore." Harry said, before reaching to open the door.

"Harry, tell me the truth." Draco said, and Harry could hear the muffled sob in his voice.

"I could never, ever be with you again. Go find someone else to cheat on." Harry said, and opened the door, slamming it shut, and returning to Chris. He didn't need Draco, he didn't need Draco.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Chris asked, as they settled in for bed. Harry just lay on the bed, still in all his clothes and rolled over, pulling the blankets up over his body. "Harry?" Chris questioned again.

"Chris, I just need time." Harry replied, settling into his bed once again, closing his eyes tightly.

"Okay, I love you Harry." Chris said, getting in at the other side of the bed and turning his back to Harry, starting to read a book.

"I know Chris." Harry replied. He knew Chris loved him, Harry just knew he wasn't in love with Chris.

"Draco?" Mathew asked, sitting down beside the blonde who was still crying. "It's going to be all right, he's just hurt, you'll see." Mathew said, holding the blonde tightly to his chest. They'd both fucked things up, giving into their attraction.

Mathew knew now Draco would never be his, he belonged solely to another man. He'd been stupid to try and only helped in hurting him. He knew he couldn't go anywhere near Harry, but he'd try to help Draco through this.

"He really meant it this time, Mathew. He hates me! I deserve to fucking die." Draco sobbed, holding his head on Mathew's shoulder. "I get sick at the thought of him in that man's arms, I love him, not that bastard, no matter how many times he says he loves Harry, I'll always love him more!" Draco was by now hysterical.

"I know Draco, I know. We'll figure out something through this, I promise." Mathew said, hoping his words calmed the crying man beside him. He'd never seen a guy actually cry because of this, but Mathew guessed Harry Potter was a force to reckon with, a very angry force.

"We can't, he hates me. He hates me." Draco kept saying, and let Mathew rock him into a fitful sleep where he had nightmares of Harry screaming how much he hated him. Mathew let Draco sleep on the couch of the apartment; knowing Draco would never go back to his old apartment.

It haunted him. Mathew didn't care, all attraction for the blonde was now gone, he was hopelessly in love with another man. Mathew had one image of Harry Potter in his mind; he was a strong man, a little too strong.

Review, tell me how I did.. it was hard to write this. It might be an angsty ride.