One Kiss

Title: One Kiss

Rating: R

Pairing: H/D

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. I just play with them.

Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship when Draco goes and screws it up. Can he make it better and win Harry back before it’s too late?

A/N: *~*~*~*~*~*~ Denotes change from past to present

 

A Kiss of Betrayal

That last night with him was probably one of the best nights of my life. The fact that it is tainted hurts me more than I can ever express.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry woke up alone the next morning, with a note attached to the pillow next to him. He stretched, savoring the slight ache that Draco’s ministrations last night had left him with, before leaning over and reading the note.

Dearest Harry,

                Good Morning. I was going to wake you before I left but you looked like you needed the sleep. I have gone to the manor. I have to speak with father and get a few things in order. I should be back by dinner. I love you. Try to relax today, you don’t look healthy. If you need anything before I get home floo me.

Yours always,

Draco

Harry smiled at the note it was so sweet of Draco to worry about him. The smile remained on his face as he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. The hot water felt good against his sore muscles he really hadn’t been taking care of himself. When he got out of the shower he took a moment to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. What Harry saw shocked him. Standing before him in the mirror was an emaciated man, his ribs and collar bones stuck out sharply from his body making him look more like a skeleton than a person and his skin seemed sallow with heavy bags under sunken eyes. “No wonder Draco was shocked when he saw me.”

Harry got dressed then went to the kitchen and had a small breakfast. He then proceeded to do all the Daily chores with a spring in his step.   Harry had just finished the last bit of house work when he cast a tempus spell and discovered it was almost lunch time. He made his way back to the kitchen and made lunch for him and Draco then carefully packed it all into a basket.  He had decided to surprise Draco by taking him lunch at the manor. Maybe they could even have a picnic in the Malfoy gardens. Harry smiled to his self as he put on a traveling robe and grabbed the basket. He continued to smile as he picked up a handful of floo powder and called out his destination.

As Harry stepped out of the floo the smile fell from his lips and his heart turned to ice in his chest. Draco, his Draco, the love of his life, was sitting on a couch in the Malfoy private living room with a half naked Blaise Zabini sitting in his lap, kissing him. Draco’s left hand was clasping the back of Blaise’s head. Blaise’s hair was wrapped around his fingers. The blonde’s right hand was stroking Blaise’s back. As Harry watched, Blaise’s hands, which had been on Draco’s shoulders, started rubbing up and down Draco’s chest getting closer and closer to the bulge in the blonde’s pants. Draco was letting out moans like the ones that had escaped his throat just last night as he made love to Harry. At the sound of Draco’s moans Harry dropped the basket he had been carrying, his heart shattering with shock, betrayal and despair. The dull thud of the basket hitting the carpet drew the attention of the two men on the couch. Draco pushed Blaise off of him while cursing, a blush darkening his pale cheeks. Blaise grumbled at the harsh treatment before looking toward Harry and smiling.

 “It’s not what you think.” Draco pleaded. “Let me explain,”

“I told you that you needed to tell him about us Dray.”

Blaise’s words felt like someone had cruciod his heart. Harry couldn’t stand to hear anymore as he turned and flooed back to his apartment. As soon as his feet hit the hearth rug he closed his floo connection so no one could follow him or even try to contact him at all. Then Harry slowly sank to his knees before vomiting up what was left of his breakfast from that morning. The events played over and over in his head as he curled up on the rug and sobbed his heart out. He cried because of the betrayal, because Draco had lied to him, because Draco’s love for him had been a lie and finally because no matter how hurt he was he still loved him. Harry cried for what seemed like hours until his body finally gave up and he passed out from sheer exhaustion.

(A/N:   Thought of ending it here but… you deserve a little more.)

When Harry woke up it took him a minute to remember why he was asleep on the hearth rug but when he finally remembered what he had seen his heart clenched painfully.  He was surprised to realize he no longer felt sad over the events of early. In fact he felt nothing. It was as if someone had taken him and hollowed him out. He felt empty and dead inside. The only thing he felt was a small physical pain in his chest at the thought of Draco with Blaise.

Now that Harry had calmed down he could finally ask himself the questions that had been plaguing his mind. “How could he? I loved him and he betrayed me. I should have known. How long has he been cheating on me? Did he ever really love me? Is it my fault? What did I do wrong? These thoughts raced through Harry’s head until they made him dizzy. Harry sat on the rug for a long time just staring off into space. He was tired, soo tired. Tired down to his very soul.  He couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. He just wanted it to end.

Harry knew what he had to do as he slowly managed to stand up and walk over to the desk. He sat in the desk chair and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.  

Ron Hermione,

You were right. I should have trusted you. I’ll be going away for awhile……..

“Dammit.”

Harry tore up the letter and tried again.

Dear Ron and Hermione,

 I love you both. Thank you for being such good  friends. I should have listened all those years ago when you warned me about Draco. Don’t blame Draco though. I don’t. I just want him to be happy but I can’t be expected to live without him.  Don’t ask that of me please.  As always, everything I own, everything I love is Draco’s: the flat, my books, my dad’s cloak, everything. The floo will open after...well anyway,  I should tell you now. When you got pregnant Hermione I set up an account for Rose, it has about 5000 galleons in it. It should be enough for robes and things for Hogwarts for Rose and any other little Granger-Weasley’s that come a long. I was going to give it to you when she got her acceptance letter but I won’t be there. Kiss her goodbye for me.  I love you all so much.

Goodbye

Harry James Potter

‘That was easy.’  Harry thought,‘ almost as easy as making the decision had been.  Now here is the hard part .‘  He picked up another piece of parchment and wrote.

Draco,

I don’t know how to start this (Harry replayed the scene from earlier again in his head) I love you. I don’t want to but I do. I hope you will be happy with Blaise. He has always been a good friend to you and your father will approve. I don’t hate you. Hell, I don’t even blame you. We were just not meant to be together, I guess. (tears began pouring down his face again)Don’t blame yourself for what happens. I just can’t live without you. This is my decision. I love you. Goodbye.

Yours Always,

Harry James Potter

Harry folded the letters and added the names to them before letting out a shrill whistle. Hedwig flew into the room and perched on his shoulder. The white owl rubbed her head against the tear stained cheek, as Harry tied the letters to her leg.  He stroked her head softly. “I love you girl. Take Draco his letter at the manor first and then go to Ron and Hermione. I want you to stay with them they will take care of you. ” Harry patted her head one last time. “Go.”

As Hedwig flew off Harry set down to write one last thing. His story. The story of his life with Draco, a story telling how he had felt for the last few months. Harry thought of everything he had been through lately and he started his story with……

I remember being happy though now it seems so long ago. It has always seemed strange to me that my happiness would both begin and end with a single kiss.

 

TBC…..

A/N: Please forgive me for taking so long. This chapter was so hard to write