You always Hate the One you Love

Author Note: Hey, just a quick question for all of you who review and keep reading my fic. I was considering writing the threesome between Harry, Fred and George. If I wrote it, would any of you read it? Let me know in Comments or e-mail me if you'd like...
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Harry sat underneath his tree, stunned at what had just taken place in the one spot he thought nothing horrible could happen. The sky suddenly seemed a lot darker and the beautiful colors that were clearly visible only moments before were suddenly dull and life less. It seemed as though the world had turned dark and Seamus was the Dementor in the scheme.

"So, looks like you don't have to worry about that little problem anymore." Seamus said, the apparent smirk in his voice reminded Harry faintly of a former Draco. "Means your single now... So what about it? You and me... right here... right now."

Harry turned on the boy in a furious and oddly numb rage, "You honestly have the nerve to ask me that after you just sent off the one person who actually cared about me? The one person I actually cared about? You fucked up Seamus; I wouldn't sleep with you now if you were the last guy on Gods given Earth. Now, after you ruin the best thing I've ever had, you have the fucking nerve to ask me, just to forget about it and sleep with you? Keep dreaming Seamus, keep moaning in your sleep, cause it's the only time you'll ever be with me."

With that, he turned and walked from under the tree, leaving Seamus blinking in fury and hurt.
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Draco ran into the Slytherin common room, tears streaming from his eyes, barley willing to believe that something like this happened. He didn't want to believe it, and though his eyes were blurry and his mind was slightly fuzzed by the mixture of hurt, confusion, longing and booze, he made it to his bed without to many complicated questions.

He yanked the curtains closed around his four poster and cast a silencing charm and a sort of locking charm before he finally let out his pained and cursed sobs of hatred and heartbreak.

'I hate him, I hate him! How could he? I told him the truth, I would have never hurt him, I wouldn't have used him, no, that is disgusting and cruel to do to anyone, even your worst enemy. Then after Seamus tells me the truth, he actually has the guts to tell me it wasn't true, that he loves me?' Draco snorted out loud, "Bastard, then he was going to run off and sleep with that little slut Seamus, I wonder if he knows the boy was trying to get down my pants last year?"

Draco smirked at this, and the look on the Irish boy's face when he had said that he was in the market for someone, and it wasn't him. The shocked look had been priceless. He smiled a true smile, remembering his words to him, "Sorry, saving my self for the savior who will not only save your ass, but take mine."

That however, upset Draco once again, and he spent awhile crying on his bed, simply thinking about the betrayal and simple and plain hurt he felt. When one's heart feels like its being cursed with the Crucio time after time, you know your heart is shattering.

Eventually he cried himself to sleep, and forgetting to renew the charm, didn't realize that in the morning, he was to be awaken by a very loud and angry owl. One that had sat in his room almost all night, with a letter of apology from the one person he felt his heartache over.
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Harry paced around the dormitory, waiting for Hedgwig to return with a note from Draco, hoping with everything that he had said everything he wanted to and needed to say to the boy. He prayed to any and every God (and Goddess) he knew to help the boy forgive him.

Apparently he didn't pray hard enough.

Hedgwig returned, seemingly irritated, the next morning after Harry had fallen asleep in a chair near the window. She pecked him on the hand, harder then she normally would have, and then hooted rather shrilly at him before flying off to the Owlery to sleep.

Harry stared at the letter in his hand, it was fairly light and he was afraid to open it. He didn't want to feel the hurt of loosing Draco again, and he had a strong feeling that this was what the letter contained.

Harry-

I understand you completely; I know what it is like to be pressured by friends to do things you wouldn't normally do. I also understand your need for vengeance against the deaths you witnessed. I would feel the same way.

That isn't what I am upset about for the most part, though yes it does upset me that you were originally planning on using me, the thing that makes me so angry is the simply fact your willingness to cover it up, instead of being honest with me. I had thought that there was a possibility that we could make this relationship about pure trust and that was my hope from the beginning, this however, has truly dented my trust in you.

Had you, told me the truth in the beginning, none of this would have happened. I wish you had told me about Seamus' little scheme and we could have figured this out together, now I am not so sure about trust in this relationship.

It's going to take a lot more then an apology note to win me back, Potter.

Draco Malfoy

Harry read the note in silence, re-read the note, then preceded to read the last line almost twenty times before coming to an almost immediate conclusion.

He was going to win Draco back, no matter what it took. He decided that it would start today, during potions. He checked his watch, if he could run, wearing the cloak; he could make it... he would just have time...

Grabbing his Invisibility cloak, the Marauder's Map he took off out of the Portrait hole, praying he wasn't held up.
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Draco glanced around the Potion's hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of Harry before class started. The note Harry had written was in his pocket and he was running his hand over it constantly. He was slightly scared at the fact that Harry hadn't arrived yet.

'Then again' Draco thought, slightly bemused, 'It's not like he has motivation anymore.' The second the thought was completed, Harry appeared, flush and out of breath in the Potion's hallway. They were supposed to switch back to the Portion's room today.

"Draco," Harry said softly, walking directly toward the blonde, who acted as though he wasn't there.

"Come on Draky, look at me," Harry whispered, leaning close and whispering his nickname in his ear.

Draco continued to stare in the other direction, until he felt a kiss on his neck, to which he turned to tell Harry off. "Potter... I don't..."

He froze, held in front of him was the biggest bouquet of Honeydukes sugar flowers he had ever seen, much less imagined. All the different colors were there, pinks, blues, greens, and reds. It was the exact colors of the sunset the night before. HE then heard a soft soprano voice echo through the hall.

Crash and Burn, a muggle song that Draco had admitted to hearing and liking, was echoing in the voice that drove Draco crazy at night.

Draco was still holding the flowers in his hands, but the temptation to drop them and run over to Harry was making him question everything he had ever thought. It was making him question his decision to hold out.

"Sorry Potter, not quite enough," Draco said, and he took one of the flowers and licked it, savoring the sweet taste, but also knowing how it looked to the boy. "Maybe a bit more, and I'll forgive you." There wasn't a hint of smirk or sarcasm, just pure and unadulterated sincerity.

That moment, Snape arrived, looking happy (well as happy as Snape can look) and opened the door to the potion's classroom. He stared at the crestfallen look on Harry's face and the bundle of over 200 Honeydukes Sugar flowers in the hands of Draco and simply decided he really didn't want to know.