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21 March 2007 @ 10:02 pm
 
Who: Draco Malfoy
Where: In his room
When: Late at night when he's finally alone.



The moment he had stepped out of the Hospital wing, he'd heard the gossip concerning Harry and he couldn't believe what was being said. If it was true, he'd tell me right? he thought wildlyy as he paced his room. He'd tell me right? He wouldn't just run off and join the Cannons with out telling me, would he? All the insecurities he'd been feeling lately came bubbling forwards and all the haunting memories of the past seemed to mingle and blend into those doubts.

Soon anger was replacing fear, and Draco began throwing random objects at the wall trying to destroy as much of the world around him as possible. Glass and porcelain, wood and ceramic, they shattered into tiny little pieces until his room was littered in debris.

Finally exhausted and breathing heavily, he collapsed to the floor in a daze. What am I going to do?
 
 
 
Harry James Potterhjames_potter on March 23rd, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
Harry had been to the Infirmary, intending to visit Draco, but when he'd got there, Poppy had told him Draco had been released. Happy that his boyfriend was better, Harry had hurried to meet him at his room.

As he entered the Heads' Commons, Harry heard an awful noise. It sounded like someone was furious enough to be throwing and breaking furniture. Somehow, he knew it wasn't Hermione.

Harry opened the door to Draco's room, and found, amidst broken pieces of what had once been part of his lover's room, the source of the destruction.

Standing on the doorway, heart on his throat, Harry had to voice his thoughts. "What the hell happened here?"
themalfoyprincethemalfoyprince on March 24th, 2007 12:57 am (UTC)
When he heard Harry talk and the rough emotions obviously evident in his voice, he somehow became angrier, but with a deadlier calm. "I'm redecorating," Draco answered flippantly, not bothering to turn around and face the brunette. "Like it?"
Harry James Potterhjames_potter on March 24th, 2007 05:58 pm (UTC)
At Draco's cynical reply, Harry felt his dread being replaced by anger. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" Harry asked loudly, annoyance and incredulity mixing with his anger.
themalfoyprincethemalfoyprince on March 26th, 2007 03:12 am (UTC)
"Why does there have to be something wrong with me?" Draco sneered, his anger quickly developing to beyond pissed. "How about you? What if my problem, is with you?"

Picking up a near by book, he chucked it hard at Harry. "Perfect, does nothing wrong, you!"
Harry James Potterhjames_potter on March 26th, 2007 06:09 am (UTC)
Harry took a step to the side to avoid the flying book. "Oh, this is about me!" Harry snarled, "Then talk, Perfect, Flawless, Draco! I'm not perfect, but it looks like you are!" He picked up the book and threw it hard against the oposite wall. "Tell me Malfoy, to which of your whims didn't I cater immediately?"
themalfoyprincethemalfoyprince on March 26th, 2007 05:59 pm (UTC)
"Which of my whims! Whims! Because of you I've been used b-by..." Draco was beginning to hyperventilate and could breath. How can he that about me? He really thinks I have whims? Is that why he's leaving me? Draco silently wondered.

"And how could you do that?! Don't I matter to you at all? Are you that desperate to be rid of me?!" he cried. "You know what, I don't care. Get OUT!"
Harry James Potter: angry/frustrated [wtf?]hjames_potter on March 26th, 2007 06:18 pm (UTC)
At Draco's words, he stopped. "I don't understand a damn word you're saying! What did I do now?" Harry yelled, eyes bright and wide. "What is all of this about? And how can you say that?!" He picked up a vase that was almost intact, and threw it down hard. "I'll leave if you want me to! But tell me, what have I done to get you like this?" Harry cried out, almost desperately.
themalfoyprincethemalfoyprince on March 27th, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
"What have you done." Draco sneered. "Guess what I hear when I get out of the hospital wing? Guess?!"

Before Harry could answer, Draco cried, "You'd accepted a position on the Chudley Cannons. You never told me. You never talked about it with me. I've risked everything for you Potter and you couldn't even consult me about this!"
Harry James Potter: sad / needing a break [feeling blue]hjames_potter on March 27th, 2007 08:25 pm (UTC)
Harry closed his gaping mouth with a snap. "Lovely reason. Well, let me just say that I didn't want to tell you about it while you were in the Hospital Wing. I wanted to celebrate it with you as soon as you were released," he spoke in a controlled voice, his shaking nerves and shining eyes betraying the confidence of his words. "I didn't even think about consulting you about it, that's the truth." He clenched his jaw. "I had thought you would be happy for me." He gulped, blinking quickly, trying to make the tears recede. "I thought it would have been easier for you to support me than to question something that makes me happy. I wasn't aware, Draco, that I had to go to you for every little thing that I want in my life! Should I start asking you to breathe too?"
themalfoyprincethemalfoyprince on March 28th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
"I have never wanted to tell you what to do Harry! All I ever wanted was for you to share you life with me Potter. I've done more than that for you," Draco panted through clenched teeth. He had that ill feeling again; the world seemed to be spinning. "You've known this for how long and you haven't told me? And stop the fucking excuse you wanted to wait until I was out of the fucking Hospital. I've been practically out for weeks and you never said word then. All you wanted to do was fuck. Is that all I am to you? Your bleeding fuck doll?"

Draco wanted to break something again, but there was nothing to break. He'd given Harry more than just his heart; he'd been tortured and abused just to protect the brunette who stood before him. He'd fought against everything he was and was supposed to be for Harry. He'd given up his friends, his House and his family, and the stupid Gryffindor couldn't even be bothered to share this with him.

Blinded by his hurt, anger and the ever-increasing dizzy feeling that was sweeping his world into a whirlwind of frenzied emotions, Draco made a decision that would forever change his life. "I'll do you and me both a favor Potter," he said with a broken heart and thick resolve. He didn't bother looking around at the destruction that lay at his feet. He didn't even bother trying to salvage anything that could be of value. He needed to get away; away from this prison that was his life and Harry the warden.

At one time, Harry had been the one to set him free, but now he seemed to be the one that kept him locked away all the time. Potter had somehow become all of Draco's life and he had somewhere along the way lost himself.

With one last penetrating looking at Harry, Draco reached into his pocket for the one thing he never took off his person, his grandmother's wedding ring. She had left it to him when she had passed away years ago, as a reminder of her love for him. He had carried it ever since, both because he had equally shared her love and also because it was an emergency portkey that would take him far away from harm.

Wrapping his fist around the small, thin gold band, he calmly said, "Goodbye Potter." A familiar tug at his navel, a result of his body being pulled through a magical barrier told him he was leaving. Harry's fading face, told him he'd probably never return.
Harry James Potter: contemplating life [thinking about you]hjames_potter on March 28th, 2007 08:35 pm (UTC)
Harry gasped as Draco disappeared in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but cry out, "no!" ...but it was too late.

He sank to his knees, and crawled over to the place where Draco had been just moments ago. And there he was, not moving except for rocking back and forth, repeating the same words like a mantra. "Don't go. Love you. I'm sorry..."

Harry was in his own world, torturing himself for what had just happened. He was, though, in a state of shock - he was breathing shallowly, inhaling just enough air to keep on uttering the same words. He didn't even hear the door opening.