ORIGINAL: The Amour

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[Chapter Eleven]

“What do you want, Blaise? Didn’t get enough of the Quidditch Pitch yet?” Draco sneered as Blaise led him away from the Great Hall after breakfast. “If you try anything fucked up again, I’ll send you somewhere much more enjoyable.”

“I want to show you something.” Blaise said quietly.

“What?”

Blaise stopped abruptly. “Draco, forget about last Thursday okay? It doesn’t matter. I deserved what I got.”

Draco peered at him oddly. What going with him? He was acting unnervingly nice. Something that Blaise never was.

“You’re up to something again aren’t you?” Draco accused.

Blaise rolled his eyes wearily. “No, I’m not. Why do I always have to be doing something suspicious?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Draco-” Blaise looked as if he wanted to return something nasty but instead, turned and continued walking. “Just follow me.”

Draco considered ditching Blaise and going to find Harry, but something in Blaise’s tone of voice made him want to know what Blaise was leading him to.

Soon, he found himself walking along deserted corridors which had classrooms that were never used. Curiosity was getting the better of him but he stayed silent.

Suddenly, Blaise threw out his arm in front of Draco to stop him.

“Blaise, wha-”

“Shhh.”
> H> He listened. A sobbing voice could be heard echoing down the twisted hallway. He looked bewildered at Bla Had Had they come to listen to a girl crying? But then he heard something that made him freeze.

“Shh. It’s okay Cho. It’s okay.”

It was unmistakably Harry’s voice.

He started to walk toward the voices but Blaise grabbed his arm and shook his head. He led Draco quietly down the corridor until they could wha what was happening from behind a suit of armor.

Draco’s heart stopped beating at what he saw. Harry was standing against the wall, hugging Cho very affectionately in his arms.

Cho was looking up into Harry’s face and smiling.

“Thank you Harry. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along.”

“I’m just glad that your okay Cho.” Harry caressed her cheek and smiled back. Suddenly, he looking rather anxious. “Cho- I really didn’t mean to hurt you that day-”

Cho shook her head. “Harry, it’s fine.”

“But-”

“Don’t talk.”

And what happened next, almost made Draco pass out. Cho was kissing Harry. And Harry was kissing back. His Harry. He was kissing his ex-girlfriend passionately. As if he cared for her and loved her.

Draco wanted to punch the living daylights out of Harry but he was too stunned and paralyzed to do anything. He turned around and ran off in the other direction. He didn’t even stop when his foot hit the suit of armor, he just wanted to get far far away from there.

“Fucking whore!” Draco screamed once he was back in the Slytherin common room. Many people looked at him but he just stormed up into his room. He didn’t even notice that Blaise was still with him. “Fucking son of a bitch!”

“Draco- Draco. Are you okay?” Blaise asked cautiously.

Draco whirled around to face Blaise. “What do you think? I’m fucking not okay! And you knew about all this! You fucking knew about all this!

“Drake, that’s why I showed you. I wanted you to know the truth about Potter.”

“Shut the fuck up!” he shouted. He picked up one of his school books and threw it across the room, where it shattered the mirror on his closet door. “He’s been cheating on me! The bastard! And with her!”

Blaise stepped closer to Draco and wrapped his arms around the trembling blonde.

“Fuck off Blaise!” Draco tried to get away from him but Blaise held him tight.

“Shush.” he said running his hand up and down Draco’s back to soothe him. “Forget about Potter. He’s just a stupid fucker that doesn’t deserve a minute of your time. Forget about him.”

Draco calmed down slightly and took in shuddering breaths.

He wanted to forget about Harry. He wanted to erase the sickening scene that replayed itself over and over in his head. Harry couldn’t have betrayed him. He couldn’t hbeenbeen kissing Cho Chang. He couldn’t have been embracing her like a lover would embrace their love.

But no matter how many times he told himself that, he knew that it had all happened in front of his very eyes. He tore at his mind and yelled at it to stop playing games with him, but he knew that it wasn’t his brain that was hoodwinking him, it was Harry.

He tried to stifle angry tears but they escaped his eyes none the less. And Blaise was there to wipe them away. Draco couldn’t understand why Blaise was being humane all of the sudden but he didn’t really cartherther. It felt nice to be held and comforted.

He finally lifted his head to see Blaise steadying him intently, as if he wanted to say something momentous but Draco beat him to it first.

“How did you know about them being there?” his voice was weak and shaky. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answer to the question.

Blaise paused, his mouth slanted regrettably. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does! Youays ays try to get around things by saying that it doesn’t matter blah blah blah. I want to know!”

“Well, don’t murder me if I tell you... the reason I knew was because they’ve been going to that corridor together for a while and... I got suspicious and so I followed them this one time and....”

“I knew it.” Draco said bitterly. “I knew that it’d be something like
this. I should have listened to you when you first told me not to trust Potter. I’m a fucking Slytherin. It was obvious that he’d never really learn to love me....”

“Drake. You don’t need him. I’ll be here for you. I won’t let you go like that bitch.” Blaise breathed onto Draco’s cheek. “Give me a chance.”

For a moment, Draco was silent. He stared into empty space thinking. Thinking about what would happen to him now. First thing was first, he’d have to break up with Harry. Just thinking about that made his heart ache terribly. He felt so hurt that he thought death would be a more pleasant experience.

And Blaise was right. He would take care of Draco. He wouldn’t take their relationship for granted. He was a Slytherin....

But you love Harry. A voice said softly but surely.

‘No I don’t!’ he retorted to himself.

You don’t love Blaise, that’s for sure.

‘But he showed me Harry’s secret.’

He’s selfish. And he’s evil. You know that.

Draco didn’t know what else to say to himself. He knew that he didn’t love Blaise. He never did, and never would. If he got together with him, then he’d only be doing that to escape Harry. Draco Malfoy wasn’t a coward.

“Blaise? I can’t be with you.” he said, stepping away. “I can’t.”

“Are you still thinking about Harry?” Blaise demanded.

“No. I just can’t be with you. I don’t love you.”

“You’re just too caught up in your emotions Drake. You can’t be sure yet!”

“Blaise. Fuck off. And I mean it.” he crossed arms wearily. “I need to be by myself for a while.”

Blaise looked as if he wanted to argue but he just closed his mouth and turned to walk out of Draco’s room. There was no rush. Blaise wasn’t worried. Draco would see soon that he needed Blaise. That he wanted Blaise.

After Blaise had left and shut the door behind him, Draco was finally able to let all of his emotions out unfeignedly. He slumped onto his bed and buried his face into the soft pillow and let the tears fall freely.

He felt more lost then a minute ago. He had nothing now. He didn’t have Harry, and Harry was everything to him.

Had Harry just been using him this whole time? Was he a mere fuck-buddy just as Blaise had said a while back?

He was completely oblivious to the time as he lay in his bed, crying and calling out Harry’s name miserably. He’d lost Harry forever. Harry was gone.

Eyes, red and swollen, and cheeks flushed, he got up from his bed after long hours and went over to his writing desk near the broken mirror.

He had to see Harry. One last time.

He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a sheet of letter parchment and eagle quill and began to scribble a very short note.

Sealing the cream colored envelope, he summoned his owl from the perch in his room and tied it quickly to it’s leg.

“It’s for Harry Potter.” he said, petting the beautiful creature fondly. He watched as his owl flew out of his open door and sighed.

He checked his watch and seeing that it was nearly time for dinner, he proceeded after his owl.

The Great Hall was filled with chattering students as usual, or more so perhaps because it was a Saturday. Avoiding Harry, he sat down discreetly at the Slytherin table and gazed numbly at his plate. He was aware that there was food everywhere but he felt as if he’d hurl if he ate anything.

Blaise seemed to notice too because he looked at Draco with a concerned expression.

Draco just wanted to be left alone.
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Two dreaded hours later, he was dragging his feet up the winding steps of the Astronomy Tower. In a few minutes, harry would be out of his life forever. He was doing the right thing. He wanted to believe that.

The night air was dark and cold, and for a second, he was wishing that he had the Gryffindor’s strong arms wrapped around him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but he gritted his teeth and shook himself.

He couldn’t think of Harry like this anymore. It would only make the parting more difficult.

He doesn’t love you. He repeated to himself. And you don’t love him.

Time seemed to snail by as he stood waiting on the cold landing of the tower. It was only two minutes past eight but it felt like he’d been there for hours.

Frowning and muttering irritably to himself, he leaned against the wall.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when something invisible and soft brushed his lips. But he knew immediately what it was. Or rather, who it was. He’d tasted them upon his skin so many times...

Fighting his desire to feel the sensation again, he pushed the invisible person away from him and pursed his lips.

“Sho yourself Potter.”

There was a pause before Harry’s body began to appear out of nowhere and the silvery cloth puddled on the cold stone floor.

Harry’s expression was furrowed with question at Draco’s look. He stepped forward to h hih him but Draco flinched and backed away.

“Don’t even think about touching me, traitor.” he hissed.

The green eyes flashed with pain.

“What the hell, Draco? Is this some sort of game?”

Draco smirked. “That’s all I ever was to you anyways.”

Harry looked aghast. “What? No! How could you say that? And- what’s wrong?”

“Me. Us. I should have known that you never cared for me. Well, maybe you enjoyed the sex, but that was it, wasn’t it? I trusted you.”

Harry felt himself going insane. He had no idea what Draco was trying to say.

“Draco- what the fuck are you talking about? You know I-”

“Love me?” Draco cut in coldly.

“Yes!” Harry said incredulously.

“Ha. You’ve gotten better at lying to me. How many more of them do you have?”

“You’re whacked up, Draco! I haven’t been lying-”

Draco exploded with rage. “What about the fact that you’ve been cheating on me Harry? Huh? Don’t tell me that that doesn’t qualify as a god damn lie!”

“WHAT? Cheating on you? I’ve been fucking doing no such bloody thing!”

Draco let out a high pitched and icy laugh. It gave Harry unpleasant shivers.

“Bullshit.” Draco said. “I saw you today. Kissing Chang. Don’t even fucking try to tell me I’m wrong.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. His eyes looked scared.

“Y-you saw that?”

“Yes Potter, and quite frankly, you seemed to be enjoying it. Just like in the Three Broomsticks!”

“No!” Harry cried out. “You’ve got it all wrong! It’s not how it looked-”

“Do you know that that line is the most commonly used excuse in relationships? Not how it looked, my ass!” Draco was practically screaming.

Harry was shouting desperately too.

“But it’s true! She needed to be comforted and all the sudden she was kissing me! I swear that it didn’t mean anything!”

Draco’s eyes were flickering dangerously. He wanted Harry to just fucking admit it.

“You weren’t even resisting! Hell, you looked used to it! How long has this been going on? Days? Weeks? From the beginning of- of our, thing?”

“No! I told you, it was just once, yesterday! And it meant nothing! I don’t care for her! I care about you!”

Draco sneered. “Well that’s just your luck Potter, because I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Go run along to your beloved girlfriend and fuck your dick off if you want to, you fucking straight-ass het! We’re through!”

And with that, he pushed violently passed Harry and ran down the stairs.

Harry didn’t even come after him. It was over.