Smells Like Teen Spirit

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been taking the mick with the publication of this story. I've just had the worst writer's block ever, and when I have had the ideas, r/l had gotten in the way and stopped me from writing. Then, when I have had the time to sit down and write, the ideas have gone. One vicious circle! Anyway, I'm back now, and determined to get this story finished. I've got another one in the works which is taking a very different route to this one, but I wanna get this one finished first. So, enough chit-chat, on with the chapter! Oh, and by the way, I'm gonna start skipping time now, so I can get it done. :D

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Sunday, February 14th, 1999. Valentine's Day. Possibly the most loved-up day of the year. For most couples, it was the day in which they showed each other just how much they loved each other. I say most. There was one couple who, for them, Valentine's Day was turning out to be one of the worst days of the years. Any guesses as to who that was?

"I can't believe you!"

"Harry, honestly, it's nothing…"

"Nothing?! This is not nothing! You told your friends, and then the whole school, that we have been sleeping together every day since we got together! You know how I feel about physical intimacy like that! You know I don't want to jump head-first into it!"

"I know. It was only a bit of fun…"

"Fun?! You think that our relationship is just a bit of fun?"

"No, that's not what I mean at all. All I mean is that we were all in the common room talking about our respective partners, Blaise, Greg, Theo and I, and the conversation turned dirty. You know what I'm like, I like to live up to expectations…"

"I thought you'd changed with that?"

"I did. I have. But it's been bred into me. And when I'm with my friends, especially when the drink starts flowing, I start to revert back to my old ways. Besides, you can't be having a go at me when you're no better." Draco was starting to get worked up now. He was not the only one to blame.

"Excuse me?" Harry's voice had dropped dangerously low, his eyes flashing the colour of the Killing Curse.

"You heard me! I've seen the way you are around your friends. Especially Ginny. You flirt with her whenever you can. I sometimes wonder if you actually are gay or not."

"Of course I am. I love you."

"Do you? Do you really? Or do you just pity me?" Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times, but then decided he didn't have an answer. "That's what I thought. You don't love me Potter, you never have done. You just feel sorry for me. That's why you testified at my trial. You felt sorry, and your stupid Gryffindork tendencies kicked in."

"That's not true!"

"Really? So then why do you look at Ginny as though you desire her? Why have I heard you talking about me, with your friends, with disdain? If you love me so much, why do you never say it when we are around other people? Why do you drop my hand when a big group of people come close? Are you ashamed of me?"

"No, of course not…"

"No? I think you are. You know what, Finch-Fletchley is right, you don't love me. How could you? I'm Death Eater scum."

"Draco, stop it. You're being ridiculous…"

"No more ridiculous than you over-reacting to something I've said!"

"That's different…"

"Different?!" He had really lost his patience now. "How the fuck is it different? We can't trust each other, that much is certain. If that's the case, we might as well end this now." He turned on his heel and stalked towards the Room of Requirement door.

Harry called him back. "Draco! Come back, we need to talk about this."

The Slytherin bit back, stopping, but not turning around "Talk about it? It's a bit late for that now, don't you think Potter?" He carried on towards the door.

"Draco! You go through that door and we're through!"

Draco spun, fuming. Harry was standing, fists clenched, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. In his eyes, he meant every word he said. So did Draco. "Fine. Fuck you, we're done." He said, as calm as anything. He turned on the spot, and walked out of the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Harry let out a scream, and his magic started to get out of hand. The room, and the objects in it, shook. He took some deep breaths and tried to calm back down, before flinging himself down onto a bed that appeared behind him. That was where he stayed, for the rest of the day.

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It was eight o'clock at night when anyone found him. The door slowly pushed open and Hermione, followed by Ron, stepped in to find him curled up in a ball hugging a pillow for dear life. Hermione ran over to him as she saw him, dropping to her knees by his head when she reached him. "Oh Harry, what happened?" The boy just shook his head. "Alright, at least sit up for me. Can you do that?" He nodded. "OK, come on, up. Ron, get a bit more light in here, the moon isn't enough. Come on Harry, sit up." She helped her friend as up as her boyfriend cast some light, placing a bag of food on the bedside table. Once Harry was comfortable, Hermione sat next to him, placing a comforting arm around him. Ron sat at the foot of the bed, facing the other two. The girl continued to talk. "Harry, at least eat something. You haven't had anything since breakfast."

"Not hungry." He mumbled. Under the light, tear tracks could clearly be seen in his face.

"Come on mate, you have to have something. Starving yourself won't help. Please?" Ron encouraged. Slowly, Harry nodded. The red-head pulled out bread rolls, slices of meat, and a jug of juice from the tiny bag. At Harry's look, he added "Hermione's spell. She made the bag grow."

"Undetectable extension charm actually Ronald. Honestly, you ought to know by now." She informed him. Harry smirked, and started eating the food in front of him, if slowly.

Once he had eaten, he waited for the question he knew was coming.

"Harry, what happened?"

He turned to the girl. "I'd rather not say. My shields are down though, so go ahead and see for yourself if you want."

"Are you sure?" she asked, pulling out her wand.

"I'm positive Hermione. Same applies to you as well Ron." The other boy nodded.

"OK. Look at me…" She performed the spell as Harry pulled the most recent memories to the front of his mind. His argument with Draco, his boyfriend becoming his ex as the other stormed out. Harry spending the rest of the day crying and sleeping. Hermione began to well up at what she saw. She pulled away and Harry turned to his oldest friend, replaying the memories again for his benefit.

Once Ron had seen it all, he was angry. "That bastard did that to you?"

"We did it to each other Ron."

"Doesn't matter though does it? He started it by shouting his mouth off to those friends of his. I knew he was trouble, I knew you were mad to trust him…"

"Ronald Weasley, come down off your high horse immediately! Don't pretend you still hated him. Along with the rest of us, you began to get on with him, and trusted him as well, so don't start!" Hermione reprimanded him, sounding like Mrs. Weasley. "Harry, couldn't you go and talk to him about this?"

"No. He made it very clear Hermione that he didn't want to talk. He'd rather talk to his friends and start rumours about me instead."

"That's not true…" she started.

"It is Hermione, alright? It is true. He doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, so he's not going to talk to me. What's the point in even trying?"

"Because you love each other?"

"He doesn't love me, I can see that now. Please, drop it?"

"Do you want me to break his face for you mate?" Ron asked seriously, already cracking his knuckles.

"No Ron, just leave him. I don't want either of you getting hurt. All I want right now is my bed, can we please go back to the common room?"

"Of course Harry, come on." They helped him up, and the Golden Trio made their way back to the common room.

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While Harry had been crying all day, Draco had been doing the opposite. First, he had let his anger out in a spare classroom, conjuring a defence-training dummy, pretended it was Harry, and fired every spell he knew at it, legal or not. Then, he had gone outside and played a few seeker games on his own, before retuning back to the common room, ordering a house-elf, and getting himself drunk. Pansy had come to join him halfway down his path to insobriety, but the dark-haired girl hadn't touched any of the bottles, just sat with him while he reached the end of his road. For one thing was for sure, a drunk Draco Black, was a talkative Draco Black.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" Pansy asked him at near eleven at night, after everyone else had gone to bed. She had seen Ron and Hermione take Harry up to his room two and a half hours ago. Thankfully, neither Draco nor Harry had seen each other.

"I'mma ready."

"Good. What's happened?"

"Fight." Draco mumbled.

"A fight? You two fought? Please tell me you used your wands rather than your fists this time."

"Relax Pans, wasn't phy…phys…touching. Words. Those funny things that come out of your mouth. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, dear, I know what you mean. So you had an argument?"

"That's the word!" Draco exclaimed, trying to point to her, but his finger instead waving all around the room. "That's the word. Why couldn't I think of that?"

"Because, honey, you've drunk the Three Broomsticks dry with the amount of Firewhisky you've consumed today. What did you argue about?"

"Harry was angry at me 'cuz I told people we did naughty things together when we didn't." He giggled.

"So it was about you telling the lads you slept together. Anything else?"

"I said he'd been a-fancying the Weaslette." He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out. "I said he didn't love me. Why does Harry not love me Pans?"

"He does love you Draco. Anybody can see that."

"No he don't. Why would he love me? Who would love me? I'mma marked, Pansy." He stood up, shakily, and yanked up his sleeve, revealing his Mark. "Look at it. It's nasty. Nobody will love me 'cuz of it, esssspecially not Harry. It's bad, really very bad, and I hate it! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" He started picking up books and stationary, throwing them across the room. Ornaments started to shake as his magic started to get the better of him.

Pansy shot up and grabbed him by the hands. "Draco, stop. Stop! Stop it! This isn't helping, it won't help anything. And don't be so stupid. The Mark is part of who you are, yes, but it doesn't define who you are. Look at me Draco. Draco!" He stopped struggling and lifted his head, looking her in the eyes. "Get those silly thoughts out of your head. There is nothing wrong with you. OK? Harry loves you, a fool could tell you that. Go to bed sweetie, go and get some sleep. In the morning, take a hangover potion then carry on with your life. We have class in the morning. Besides, it isn't best of you talk to him yet anyway. Let things settle, and then talk to him OK?"

"'K."

"Good, now go to bed. Goodnight honey." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and sent him to bed. Once he had gone, she cast a quick spell and returned the room to normal, before going to bed herself.

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