To love alone

A.N: Sorry for taking so long to update, but I think I'm getting writers block…which will really suck if it doesn't go away soon, if you guys know how to prevent it let me know ASAP! Anyways, thank you for the reviews! Please keep them coming!

Disclaimer: you know the drill…I don't own any of these characters, I just like playing with them.

Harry smiled, laughed when necessary and quietly accepted congratulation on capturing the infamous Malfoy heir for his own, while remaining the perfect docile husband as he was carted about on Draco's arm. The envious eyes of Draco's past paramours narrowed in on Harry, while their venomous tongues whispered malicious rumors behind him. Two faced sluts, Harry bitterly thought as he noticed Pansy Parkinson, the Queen Bee of Draco's fan club making her way towards them.

"Draco, Darling," she gushed as she accepted a kiss on the cheek from Harry's husband, all the while leaning just so to expose a great amount of her bosom to Draco's feasting eyes. Harry watched with mild amusement and disgust as she went on and on about how lovely of a time she had had the last time she had been with Draco, then, as if finally realizing he was there she turned to him and muttered a hello.

"Hello." Harry answered, then turned to Draco and said. "It seems Ms. Parkinson had missed you terribly my love, maybe she would like it if you took her to the coatroom and had your wicked way with her." It felt good, Harry thought, to make Draco angry, it was after all his own damned fault for being such a cocksure asshole. As he walked away from the pair, Harry was pretty sure he would get an earful before the night was through, but at the moment, he didn't really give a damn. He took a champagne flute from a passing waiter and made his way to the balcony, ignoring the looks he received.

The air was blissfully warm against Harry's face, he sighed as he rested the glass on the stone ledge and rested both his on opposite sides of the flute. He looked up at the night sky and wished he could be apart of it, he didn't belong here, with these snobs, with Draco…Harry sighed as he thought about his husband. How was he to live the rest of his life with a man who lived for the sole reason of being a ruthless, power hungry barbarian? He was better off living with Cedric, at least than, he'd know that he was loved and cared about.

"Do you enjoy embarrassing me?" Harry inwardly gasped as he felt Draco's body pressing against his back, large and pale white hands came to rest on Harry's smaller ones.

"You embarrass yourself, Draco."

"And how exactly do I manage that?" Harry involuntarily shuddered from the heated hush of Draco's breath.

"You're a slut…its embarrassment enough to know that you have bedded almost every person in that room,"

"And you're jealous?"

"I' am disgusted…now, if you will excuse me--" Harry tried to push away from Draco, but found his body pressed uncomfortably against the stone ledge, arms came about his waste and roughly pulled him backwards.

"Do not speak to me as if I 'am a child." Draco growled against Harry's ear.

"Than stop acting like one and release me." Harry could feel his energy bubbling to the surface; he fisted his hands to try to keep it at bay.

"I can feel your power…do you wish to hurt me? Harry?"

"Let me go and I will try not to," Draco released him and stepped away.

"Do you think you can truly harm me?" Harry glared as he calmed his energy to a vibrant hum.

"Take me home Draco," Harry suddenly whispered, his voice sounded tired.

The carriage had been called and as they rode home in silence Harry occupied his thoughts with looking outside the glass window, he had tried to read Draco's thoughts, but it seemed his husband was a quick learner and had built mind blocks, preventing Harry from getting in. The carriage came to a sudden stop and Harry realized they where at the mansion, he descended the three stairs and made his way inside, he was not surprised as minutes later he heard the clopping of horse hooves marching away from the house, it seemed tonight he would be sleeping alone again.

Draco did not return until the wee hours of the morning, and when he finally came to bed Harry had smelt the raw stench of sex and masculine cologne that did not belong to Draco. Harry had tightly shut as he tried to force down the bile clawing at his throat, the tears had dried up hours ago and Harry had been thankful for that. It would certainly not do to cry over a man who did not give a damn as to whether he exited or not. He had barely slept through the night and when he had closed his eyes, Harry had been plagued with images of Draco fucking an entourage of beautiful men and women. Harry had cried than, cursing his father's selfishness, and the infinite day he had met Draco Malfoy.

Things would not change, Harry knew that now, a leopard never changed its spots and Draco would never seize his bed hopping, and Harry would never find tranquility in this marriage. Maybe, Harry thought, he should perhaps think of taking a lover of his own, if Draco insisted on continuing his promiscuousness and disregarding his vows than why the hell should Harry remain faithful to this sham marriage? He was fucking tired of playing the martyred husband, the one who was to always remain meekly docile under the cloying law of his alpha husband.

Now he stood alone in a room where he had lost his virginity, Draco having left about an hour ago on another one of his countless escapades, Harry was sure. They had not uttered a word to each other all day; Draco remained in his office, while Harry had walked about the mansion trying to distract himself from his growing boredom. The invisible staff had gone about their business, ignoring him in the process and Harry had been fine with that.

He was half naked now, standing in front of the vanity mirror, disgusted with his effeminate features, especially his hair, what would happen if he cut it? Would he be like Samson and lose all his powers? It would please him very much if he did lose it…than, Harry thought, he would be released from this ridiculous marriage.

Unbeknownst to Harry the shadows of his power fed off his brimming anger, gently playing with his mind, filling him with dark confidence. Harry walked to the vanity table and picked up the pair of scissors he had placed there, without thought he gripped a chunk of his waist long tresses and ran the sharp blades through it, he repeated the process over and over again until he stood in a pool of shorn ebony locks. The image in the mirror revealed his dilated green eyes taking in the uneven and tousled mess he had made of his hair and he smiled, suddenly feeling an ounce of liberation. He still looked like a fucking girl, but at least the exaggerated mane was gone.

Harry walked out the door, his energy crackled as the shadows silently persuaded him to give into his anger, his sorrow, his need for vengeance and Harry willing did, tonight, he would be the little whore Draco believed him to be.

"I'm going out…don't wait up for me." Harry answered the unspoken question of the maids, who looked on in stunned disbelief as he walked out the mansion in nothing else but a dark blue nightshirt that stopped about his thighs.

A.N: OO he,he,he…no more Mr. nice Harry Potter-Malfoy, I think I've pissed him off…I blame it on the evil shadows! On to the next chapter!