Happily Ever...

Chapter Twelve

Harry's POV

I let the tears fall as soon as the door shut. It felt like my entire body was crumbling. My heart must have stopped beating entirely since I felt this cold empty hole in my chest. I went straight for Hermione's room. Pansy and her were reading on their beds. I came in, tears spilling down my face. Hermione was on her feet in an instant. She helped me to her bed.

"Harry! What's wrong? What happened." Hermione asked. Pansy stood up and walked over, her eyes glazed with worry.

"D-Draco." Was all I could stumble out before I fell into a fit of sobs. That got Pansy's attention immediately, she flew out of the room so fast.

"What happened with Draco?" Hermione asked, rubbing gentle circles on my back.

"I broke up with him." I finally said it. I said it out loud, it only made me feel worse, it made it feel real. My shoulders shook as I sobbed onto her shoulder.

"Oh Harry, why?"

"I-I couldn't be with him anymore," I said.

I cried, for a while, in Hermione's arms. She let me stay in her room until I almost fell asleep. Then I went to Ron's room. I knocked on his door and he let me in. Hermione had helped me change rooms into Ron's. Blaise was moved to Draco and my old room. I fell asleep on Blaise's old bed, the sheets were green just like the bed I used to share with Draco.

The next morning I didn't get up, not to eat or go to classes. I felt heavy, like all my bones were made of metal. Ron and Hermione tried, they tried for hours, but it all failed. I laid in bed and cried until it felt like I didn't have anymore tears, then I took a deep breath and cried some more. I did finally stand, only because I couldn't stand lying in bed with out his warmth beside me. Then I tore up all the books on the shelf, they reminded me of the boy I loved, who was in a room just down the hall. The boy who probably hated me, I had made him a promise, one that I just couldn't keep.

Draco's POV

I didn't move from my place, on the floor against the far wall, when Blaise came in and took Harry's things and replaced them with his own. He tried to get me into bed but I refused to move. My eyes were still burning with tears by the time midnight came. I could feel the pain of my heart shattering over and over again. I could see the look in his eyes when he broke me. Those beautiful green eyes I could spend hours staring into. I felt it every time I looked around the room we used to share. The room where he said he'd loved me, repeatedly. I didn't go to classes the next day. But I did finally move, I went over to Blaise's side of the room, which was decorated with Gryffindor flags and posters. I tore them all down, every single one. I left the scraps of paper and fabric scattered across the floor. Then I slept, finally, on the floor. I couldn't bear to sleep in the same bed where I used to hold him at night. Blaise found me when he returned.

"Draco." He gasped. "What in Merlin's name happened here?"

"They represent him. Those stupid posters. I was sick of it." I explained lazily, my vision was still blurred from all the tears. Blaise sighed and began picking up the shredded material. He put it all into a pile in the center of the room.

"Burn it." Blaise said, gesturing towards the pile.

"What?" I asked.

"Burn the stupid pile." Blaise said again.

I raised my wand and set it on fire, it burned bright and lasted for a few minutes before the fire went out and I was left with a pile of ashes. Blaise made the ashes vanish and sat beside me on the floor.

"Feel a little better?" He asked. I just shrugged. "Talk to me man. Tell me what happened, or at least tell me what you're feeling. How can I help?"

I took a deep breath. "I-I love him. I wish I could say that in past tense but that would be a lie. I love him, right now, and I'll probably still love him in a week, a month, Merlin maybe forever. I've never felt how I feel about him before. I've dated people, I've kissed people, but he makes me feel safe. He makes everything in my past tolerable. He makes the horrors of the world around us seem so far away, like they could never touch us. Like as long as we were together, nothing could come close. I don't know, it sounds stupid. But right now... right now doesn't feel real. It feels like a horrible nightmare that I'm just stuck in. And his voice just keeps playing in my head, and it's worse than the things my father used to say. I cou--I could at least shut my father out, block out the pain, but Ha-- his voice is just so loud." I said, I couldn't bring myself to say his name. I didn't trust that I could say it and not break down again. Blaise let out a deep breath.