Trials, Tribulation & Love

DISCLAIMER: All characters and such belong to JK. Rowling. I am NOT her, therefore I do NOT own them.


CHAPTER EIGHT



May was hastily coming to an end and there was only five more weeks of school left. The Library was as crowded as ever with students cramming in last minute studying for their tests and Harry and Draco, as inseperable as they were, had to acknowledge the seriousness of N.E.W.T.s and had reluctantly agreed to put their love making on hold until then.

It was noon and Harry found himself dragging himself towards the Library instead of heading for the Great Hall for lunch to do some more studying.

His bookbag was heavy with notes and books and his shoulder was aching painfully from hauling it around everywhere.

The Library wasn’t nearly as jam-packed with students as usual so he able to find an empty chair by the reference section and dumped his luggage into the seat next to him.

His hair was even more unkempt then usual and there were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He’d been staying up to study too. Draco would tease him and call him “Harrmione” but Harry knew that Draco understood why he had to study so hard. It was Harry’s goal to become an Auror after school, and to become one, one could never study too muchter ter all, he needed top N.E.W.T.s grades in most of his subjects.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes tiredly and opened his notes, took out parchment and quill, but before he could get started, he vaguely saw Blaise Zabini stride out of the Library followed at a distance by two people... one of them with glossy blonde hair.... His head snapped up and he immediately realized that it was Draco and Pansy, they walked after Zabini as if trying to stalk him without having him notice...

What was Draco doing in the Library with Pansy in the first place? Harry wondered suspiciously as he quickly stood up to follow them.

He made sure not to lose sight of the two as he followed them to the lower dungeons. Draco and Pansy had identical looks of determination on their faces as they shadowed Blaise.

Blaise had stopped to readjust his bag and Draco and Pansy halted abruptly too. Harry crouched in the shadows to watch.

And quite suddenly, Pansy and Draco draped their arms around each other and started kissing furiously.

Harry stared aghast at the scene before his eyes. His heart had stopped beating, and fire started burning inside him.

He couldn’t believe it..... didn’t want to believe it.... yet there his lover was, clinging onto Pansy Parkison and making out with her. He was beyond tears. He was so shocked and furious and hurt that mere tears didn’t sem to be enough at all. He sprinted away from the revolting tableau and continued running through the halls, not caring that students were looking at him as if he were crazy.

He didn’t stop running until he collapsed onto the bench in the Courtyard. He sat with his face in his hands, images of Draco and Pansy playing and replaying themselves in his mind....

How could he..... didn’t he love Harry?....... obviously not.... He felt like strangling Draco for hurting him so badly.

He sat there, his heart shattered and his hands trembling until he heard someone walking up slowly behind him. He continued to look down and ignored them.

“Harry....?” a soft voice said behind him.

Harry, who had started to calm down a bit, felt his blood curdling again. He jumped up.

“YOU!”

Draco stood behind him, a look of deep concern on his face.

“Harry... what’s wrong?” he stretched out a hand toward Harry’s red face.

Harry slapped the hand away from him.

“How fucking dare you try and touch me you whore! Get the bloody hell away from me!”

Draco froze, his eyes filled with hurt.

“Harry! What’s wrong? It’s me! Draco!”

Harry glared at him disgustedly. “How can you just come up to me like that as if you’ve done nothing? As if you’re just this innocent little bitch!”

The hurt flashed into anger on Draco’s face.

“What the fuck Harry! Why are you being so damn cruel?”

“Oh so you’re telling met I&t I’m being cruel?” Harry snarled. “Well Malfoy, I don’t ever want to see your face ever again! EVER! Don’t even THINK of coming near me!”

Draco looked devastated. “But- BUT Harry! What did I do? At least explain it!” “I’m not wasting any more of my time with you Malfoy. Fucking keep away from me!” and with that, Harry stormed out of the Courtyard leaving Draco, gaping at Harry’s retreating back.

Draco had never felt so disarranged in his life. He had absolutely no idea why Harry had exploded like that but seemed obvious that Harry was mad at something he’d done.

“But that doesn’t give him the right to treat me like shit!” Draco screamed loudly as he barged into the Prefect’s bathroom. He wanted some undisturbed time to himself and decided that here would be a good place.

“Fuck you Harry!” He cried out. Now that he was alone, he let the tears fall down his cheeks. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

What had he done? What in the name of hell could he have done? Draco clenched his fists, not noticing that his nails were digging into his palms, drawing blood.

That’s when he knew. Harry didn’t love him. He never had. He’d just been playing along with Draco... and they were mere fuck buddies...

Draco slammed his fists into the large mirror where it shattered all over the smooth white floor. Specks of blood dotted his clothing.

How could he have been so stupid and gullible? He’d feared this all along from the minute he’d confessed to Harry five months ago... he’d weakened being with Harry... had that been Harry’s aim?

He wanted to hate Harry so much now... he wanted erase Harry completely from his life... He leaned against the wall, his tears flowing freely. But he still loved him, even through all this. He felt as though a large violent hole had been shot through
his heart.

If Harry came running after him now, begging for forgiveness.... he’d give him hell... and then embraced him.... but he sat alone for the next hour, with no Harry to be seen.

Harry would never come. Because Harry didn’t love him. Draco would just have to move on with his life Harry-less...

He stood listlessly and glanced down at his wrinkled robes and blood stained hands.

“I’ll just take a bath and wash off all my hurt...” he muttered to himself.

He turned the tap above the bath and the huge pool size bath was instantly filled to the brim with steaming water.

Draco stripped off his clothing and jumped in. The water was perfect and relaxing on his skin. He swam around for a bit until he began to feel slightly dizzy.

Probably from too much crying he ght.ght. He rested himself against the side of the bath and raised his hands to wash his face but then stared horror-struck at his left wrist. Fresh scarlet blood was dripping down his arms and into the water. He suddenly realized that the water around him was the same color.

He cried out in alarm and tried to scramble out of the water but then suddenly, everything started to blur and he fell backwards...