Harry woke up feeling happier than he could ever remember being before. Draco was still asleep, so he decided to surprise him with breakfast in bed. He figured he would also pick up a pain potion since Draco would most likely be sore when he got up. A sore Draco was a cranky Draco, and he wanted this morning to be as perfect as possible. He walked to the Hospital Wing, whistling the whole way. He got the pain potion after several promises that there was nothing seriously wrong with Draco. He had to lie a little and say that Draco slept at an odd angle and was causing come pain. He was not about to tell Madam Pomfrey that Draco was sore because he got fucked into the mattress last night.
He had his first stop done, so he headed to the kitchens to ask Dobby to make Draco's favorite breakfast. Dobby wanted to take it to Draco himself, but Harry convinced him to let him do it. He carried the tray back to his room with the pain potion in his pocket. He got through the portrait and headed straight to the bedroom, the smile falling off his face when he saw Blaise Zabini sitting on the edge of his bed while Draco sat propped up against the headboard. They were holding hands and Draco had Harry's favorite smile on his face, the shy one.
Blaise sighed. "Oh, Draco." He leaned forward and pulled Draco to him. They hugged a little too tightly and long for Harry's liking.
Draco had his eyes shut so he didn't see Harry standing in the doorway. He pulled back and kissed Blaise on the cheek. "You can't tell Harry about this."
Harry felt a case of déjà vu hitting him. He saw the memory of Ginny and Seamus as if it were happening all over again. There was a pain in his chest and it was hard to breathe. He dropped the tray and it clattered loudly on the floor. Two heads whipped around in his direction and two faces paled when they finally saw him standing there.
"Ha-Harry, how long have you been there?" Draco said, shakily.
Harry just stared at him for a moment. "Long enough," he replied, softly. "Don't let me interrupt. I was just bringing you breakfast in bed, Malfoy."
Draco winced when he heard his last name. "I can explain-"
Harry finally came back to himself. "Explain what? How you're getting cozy with Zabini, in our bed, the day after we-You know what? Forget it. I should have known better than to trust you. All that stuff I did for you last night-I've never done anything like that for anyone bef-I've never wanted to do anything like that for anyone before. I don't care about the time or money I put into it. Just that you made me want to do it and for what? For you to turn around the next day and practically cling to another man in our bed? I'm sorry. I can't-I can't do this."
Draco and Blaise exchanged a look and Draco jumped out of bed, wincing at the sudden movement. "Harry, please don't leave. I don't know what I would do without you." Draco's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Harry. Blaise took that moment to slip out.
Harry looked back at him with dead eyes. "How could you? You're wearing my ring, it was me you went on a date with last night, you made love to me last night. How could you?"
"Stop jumping to conclusions, Potter!"
"I walk in here to find Zabini sitting on our bed, you two hugging, you kissing him, and saying he can't tell me. What else am I supposed to think?"
"Just because the Weaselette cheated on you, doesn't mean I will!" Draco froze. He looked at Harry with wide, panicked eyes.
Harry's eyes hardened. "How could you possibly know about that? I didn't start dating Ginny until the beginning of last year, way after you and I 'got together'. How long have you remembered, Malfoy?"
Draco gave a weak chuckle. "I-I can explain."
"How long?"
Draco sighed and sat on the bed, giving another wince. Harry took pity and tossed him the pain potion. Draco gulped it down in relief. "Thanks. I suppose that you might possibly say that I never forgot," Draco said, slowly and nervously.
Harry closed his eyes. "So, this was all a trick? What was your plan? Fuck with my mind until you get me to fall for you so you can publicly humiliate me? Get me to sleep with you so you could spread it around that I'm gay?"
"No! It wasn't li-"
"Save it, Malfoy. You better stay away from me. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the year except for meals and class," Harry warned.
Draco dropped his face into his hands. "All right. I deserve that. I hope you'll let me explain one day. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered.
"I accept your apology, but you're not forgiven. I still don't want to see you. I'll be back at dinner to get my stuff. Make sure you're not here."
Draco just nodded. Harry nodded once and walked out the door.
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Draco laid in bed for hours after Harry left. He couldn't believe how badly things turned out. It was true that he had messed up several things in the course of his life. This was truly the worst, though. Draco rolled over on his stomach and laid his head on his arms. He spotted the picture frame on Harry's side of the bed. It was taken about a week ago in Care of Magical Creatures. Harry was coaxing Draco into petting a small, furry creature. He never paid much attention in the class, so he never learned the name. He watched himself pet the creature, look at Harry with a wide smile, and receive a kiss on the tip of his nose. Picture Draco wrinkled his nose and laughed.
Draco sighed and finally got out of bed. He wanted to blame Blaise for showing up this morning but he knew it was really his own fault. He should never have got himself in this mess to begin with. He wanted desperately to try to make up with Harry, but he had seen the hurt in Harry's eyes. He was the cause of it. The best thing he could do was just leave Harry alone. Let him be happy with someone who didn't have to trick him into falling in love with them. With that thought, he got dressed and headed to the Slytherin dorms.