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Thank you to my beta, HPalto87, and hearts to my reviewers!

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9

Draco hung a robe that had fallen back in its place in the closet. He shoved some of the boxes over and began to pick up the random objects that had fallen out of them.

He really hated cleaning, but he hated a messy house more, and Harry knew it. Damn him for leaving the room in such a state!

Draco shoved some of the junk into a box and pushed it aside violently. He noticed a picture frame lying upside-down, and picked it up. The photo in it showed himself and Harry kissing in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. It had been taken the day they opened the store. In the photo, Harry and Draco looked at the camera, then at the shop. Harry pointed to a sign that read, "Now open!" Then Draco pulled Harry into the kiss. They stepped back and did it again. And again. And again.

Draco threw the photo across the room angrily. It hit the wall and he could hear the glass crack.

Damn it! No matter what, all he could think about was Harry. This house was full of him, and their memories together. Draco had to get out. He looked out the window. It was raining. Fuck it all, at this point he just didn't care.

Draco pulled his robes on over his pajamas and stepped outside. The rain felt oddly refreshing. He didn't even care that his designer clothes were probably getting ruined. As long as he was out of that house, and away from that lying, cheating arse.

Draco ran down the street. It was all so liberating, somehow. Running through the rain like this, he was free from love and all the heartache it had brought him. Harry couldn't affect him. He cleared his mind and apparated to a nearby park.

It was a large public park, with picnic areas, and nature trails that ran through a lightly wooded area, and a duck pond and a playground for kids.

Kids. Harry had wanted kids. At one time, Draco had thought he wanted kids too. But as he grew up, he realized he just didn't want to deal with all of that. Harry had never had a real family though, and he had always wanted to adopt.

You're not supposed to be thinking about Harry, Draco berated himself.

Then why did you come here?

This had become one of Harry's favorite places. He would spend hours walking the various trails, just thinking. Occasionally, Draco would go with him, even though he really didn't like mucking about in nature. He liked that Harry was enjoying himself, and that's what mattered.

It's okay, Draco told himself. I'll just go somewhere else.

But where? Everything reminded him of Harry. They were together for six years. They did everything together. There was nowhere he could go and not be reminded of the git.

He gave up and slumped on a bench.

Why did Harry need Quidditch? What had gone so wrong between the two of them that Harry was no longer satisfied with their relationship? Why did they have to argue so much? Couldn't they just appreciate each other and respect what he wanted?

Of course not. They were both too bloody stubborn. They always were.

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flashback

"I'm going to play Quidditch," Harry said.

"You're not going to just run off and leave me here!" Draco said.

They were home. Harry was sitting in bed, and Draco had just gotten out of the shower. He stood at the foot of the bed wearing only a towel around his waist, his wet hair falling in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving you, I'm just exploring a part of my life and myself that doesn't involve you," Harry said rather rationally.

"Why do you need something that doesn't involve me?" Draco said. "Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you, I just need something new," Harry assured him.

"You've got everything you need here, with me," Draco said. "I can give you anything money can buy."

Draco did not want to be arguing about this now. He was nearly naked, and his boyfriend was topless in bed.

"I'm not happy," Harry said quietly. He looked away from his boyfriend.

There was silence while both of them let this last statement sink in.

"I don't want you to go," Draco said finally.

"I have to do this, Draco!" Harry cried, looking up.

Draco lifted his head and ran a hand through his hair, letting Harry get a good look at his lithe body.

"Why? Is life with me not good enough anymore?" Draco demanded, but it was a half-hearted demand. He really wanted this conversation to be going in a different, sexier direction.

Harry looked at Draco with big, green eyes full of lust, and Draco knew the argument was over.

"Life with you has been nothing short of amazing," Harry replied softly, letting his gaze take in the sight of his wet, sexy boyfriend clad only in a towel.

Draco climbed onto the bed and straddled Harry's hips. Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. He ran his fingers through blonde hair and pressed his lips against his boyfriends.

Draco responded eagerly. He nipped at Harry's bottom lip, begging entrance, and Harry parted his lips. Their tongues battled for dominance for a moment before Harry pulled away.

"Are we okay?" He asked breathily.

Draco wanted to say no, but his penis was telling him something entirely different. He nodded anyway and captured Harry's lips again.

Draco lifted his hips enough to pull the towel off without breaking the heated kiss. He tossed it aside, then tugged at the cotton pajama pants Harry was wearing. Harry kicked them off, along with his boxers.

Draco wrapped his hand around Harry, who arched into the touch. Draco felt Harry's hand slide down his back. Harry squeezed at his arse, then slipped his hand between the cheeks. Draco moaned as one of Harry's fingers slipped into his hole, then another. Draco suddenly felt wetness, and realized that Harry had done the lube spell silently.

He lifted himself off of Harry's fingers and positioned his opening over Harry's erection. He slowly lowered himself. Harry laid back on the bed. Draco stilled for a moment while his muscles adjusted to Harry's length. Then he began slowly moving his hips. It felt amazing, to be filled like this.

Draco ran his hand along Harry's chest, admiring his boyfriend. Harry took Draco's hand and kissed the fingertips in a gesture of affection. Draco thrust harder, and Harry moaned. He loved that sound coming from Harry's lips. Draco sped up his thrusting. He needed to come.

Harry reached between them and began stroking Draco's erection in time with the thrusting. They were both nearing climax, and the sensation was too much for Draco. He came into Harry's hand, and the sight of his boyfriend in mid-orgasm sent Harry over the edge as well.

When both were spent, Draco collapsed on top of Harry.

"So, we're good?" Harry asked, breathing hard.

"Yeah," Draco replied.

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Draco sat in the rain, wondering why they did that to themselves. They had buried their problems beneath sex, because it was always so bloody good between them. They shouldn't have done that.

Well, he couldn't change that now.

It suddenly occurred to him that he would never have mind-blowing sex with Harry again. Something in his groin protested at this turn of events.

But hey, he was Draco Malfoy. He was rich and beautiful. There had to be plenty of blokes willing to get some of that. He didn't need Harry for sex.

He didn't need Harry at all, in fact. He could get by perfectly fine without that git. Without his lying and cheating. Without his help at the shop. Without his yummy home-cooked meals. His cute smile, his warm kisses, his comforting arms…

Merlin, I can't do this.

It was raining harder now, and Draco decided to go home. Back to that horrible house full of their memories.

Damn you, Harry Potter! Draco thought as he apparated home.