Reclaimer: Not my venues or characters.
The Breakup
The weeks that followed were the absolute peak of Draco Malfoys long life.
His relationship with Harry had changed to be the exact opposite of what it had been. The hate had altered into passion, the sneering and jeering became playful teasing and suggestive looks. They met in secret: in broomclosets, empty classrooms, corridors, the forest, by the lake on the weekends. They acted as nothing had changed, and no one had noticed what was actually going on between them. Grabbe and Goyle noticed Dracos long absences in the evenings, but he told them he had some girl and they didn't question him.
But everything good falls apart eventually, that had Draco Malfoy learned during his life. And that was also the case between him and his secret lover. The peak came to a sudden fall on a rainy saturday two weeks after their meeting by the lake.
They had been having a heated moment in an empty classroom when Peeves suddenly roamed through the door. Apparently he had been in a search for a catastrophe, and that he had found, judging by the look in his transparent little eyes. "Oooooo! Potter and Malfoy are snogging! Everyone, come and see this! You can't miss this! Potter and Malfoy in the empty classroom!" He started screaming with full force, and Draco started panicing. He pulled Harry towards the door in the opposite side of the room, and they managed to escape exactly at the same time someone opened the other door.
Draco tore Harry with him, across the hallways and corridors, up the stairs, down another ones, untill he found a closet and pushed Harry there, packing himself against him when closing the door. Once they had gained some breath back, Harry grinned at Draco. "Well, I guess we're out of the broomcloset now. Not literally -" he grapped a broomstick before it managed to fall down and give them out "- but I guess we don't have to hide this anymore." He beamed at Draco but the smile left his face quicly when he noticed the look on the other boy's face. "What, you don't like it?" he asked perplexed.
Draco had gone pale as a chalk and his eyes were wide and scared. "We can't", he whispered, looking like he was about to faint. "Never. Don't you dare tell about this to anybody. I swear I'll kill you if you tell." Blood started to rush into his cheeks. Harry stared at him shocked. "What? Do you want to keep this a secret forever? You know we can't do that. That's impossible." Draco suddenly felt an urge to slap the other boy. "What do you mean? Of course we can! We have to! It's not like this is a happy normal relationship, that we're going to get married and have a couple kids and stuff. We're both guys! We're fucking queers! That's not normal! I am not going to walk around, hand in hand with you, handle all the shit that it would cause! Never!" He was whispering, but his voice was shaking.
Harry stared at him, numbly, totally out of words. Then his face became expressionless and he stared Draco coolly. "So be it", he stated. "If you don't want me forever, the this is it. I am not going to be your secret pet." Harry tried to leave, but Draco blocked his way. "What, no! I didn't say I don't want you, nothing like that! We can continue this, as we have been, in secret. No one has to know! I didn't mean --" Draco's desperate whisper was cut by Harry's cold voice. "You made yourself perfectly clear. I will leave you in peace. I'm sorry to have caused you so much shame already. I won't bother you again." He pushed Draco from his way and opened the door. Then he turned and gave Draco last look.
"Goodbye, Malfoy."
With that he left, without turning again. Draco stood in shock. He couldn't understand what had just happened. He fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands. And then he broke down.
Still going to continue this, probably.