I am Taking my Leave.. Forever in hate.

"Ah, I see. Well, thank you Potter." He paused, blinking and licking at his lips as he felt his heart finally break into shambles. "N-Now, if you will excuse me, Potter. I need to go collect my things now." He held his head high, his expression blank.

"Why?" He sneered.

"I.. I am no longer needed here, at Hogwarts. So I am taking my leave." He spoke carefully, choosing each word as if it were his last. And to him.. they were. He knew it. He finally knew that he would never have a shot with the Golden Boy. Not after all the hateful words he just spewed at Draco as if he were a piece of good-for-nothing trash.

"Goodbye, Potter." And he turned, walking into the Infirmary and quickly collecting his things, packing them into a small bag and shrinking them; placing them in his pocket. He walked up to the Floo, gazing down at the floor for a moment before grabbing a handful of powder.

"I love you, P-Potter.. Harry." He whispered softly to himself, just once, to get it off his chest and to feel like he really said it, and that Potter.. no.. that Harry really heard it.. before he stepped inside the Floo, turned, threw the powder down and spoke his destination. "Malfoy Manor!" Green flames soon surrounded his vision, his last view of Harry being his wide green eyes as the Infirmary door thudded shut in his face.

Draco did not cry once in front of Harry Potter. But, the moment his knees hit the soft plush carpet of his childhood home, he broke down in tears and wailing sobs.

His mother instantly shot off the couch and wrapped him in her arms, comforting him and softly questioning what went wrong; what happened.

"H-He h-hates me!"

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