Tam Riddle: Sometimes the Hero Doesn't Win (HP Fanfic)

Heartbroken

I was heartbroken. Every time I saw him, my heart would mend, but when he didn't talk to me, when he walked away, my heart would just shatter again.

I questioned myself day after day for two weeks, why was I still with Alex, if I was so in love with Draco?

And every day I saw Alex and my heart would flutter when he smiled at me. His laugh made me feel light and giddy. But the thing is that, I don't like that feeling. It was so foreign to me after being with Draco. But it still felt good, foreign, but good. It was like he was my ibuprofen. Making me feel better after the hangover I had from drinking in too much Draco.

After the first two weeks back, things started happening. Katie Bell was taken to the hospital wing, because of a cursed necklace. Ron almost died because of poison in mead. And Draco was looking more and more disconnected from the world. He walked around alone. He didn't talk to anyone. He didn't eat as much. And he always walked around the third floor.

I was interested and curious as to why he would do anything of the sorts. But I couldn't talk to him, every time I saw Draco, I was with Alex.

I was in bed, not doing anything, just thinking. It was my free period and I finished all of my homework. I lay there thinking about everything. Analyzing every bit of information I had in my mind. I decided that now was as good a time as ever to find Draco, and apologize. For everything.

Draco's POV

I walked through the door and stood there. On the other side of the room was a huge cabinet. But in between me and the cabinet, was a bunch of junk and random lost things put into the Room of Requirement over the years. There were things like books in Latin to dolls that looked ancient and creepy. I walked over as many things as I could, jumped over what I couldn't. My own personal obstacle course.

I finally made it to the cabinet and looked at it. I sighed and took out my wand, ready to mend the Vanishing Cabinet.

Alex's POV (ooooohhhhhhhh twist!)

The bell rang and it was time for lunch. I walked out of the room and went in search of Tammy. God I love her. She is absolutely perfect; her looks, her personality, her opinions on everything. The only thing not perfect was her choice of a best friend. He wasn't even around much anymore. Every time I see him, I get mad and I feel like it's my duty to punch him in the face, because of what he's doing to Tammy.

Once, I saw the look on Tammy's face when she saw him walking down the corridor in our direction. She looked so happy and she looked like she wanted to run over there and hug him. I admit I felt jealous, I never got a look like that from her, ever.

But he took one look at us and he turned back the way he came and walked away. I looked down and I saw her face fall as her hands gripped my arms harder, like she was using me to hold herself up.

I try to make her happy, I really do, but she never has a smile brighter than the one when she sees Malfoy. I told her once that she should stop hoping.

"What do you mean stop hoping?" she exclaimed with a look of horror on her face.

"All I'm saying is that you're not with him anymore, you're with me. And every time you see him, there's a smile on your face that's brighter and happier than the one brought on by me," I said. "And every time he walks away, your face falls and I swear I can feel your heart break. It happens every time. You should just forget about him and stop yourself from getting hurt anymore than you already have."

"You're right," she said in a small worn-out voice, she slunk into the chair across from me in my common room. "But he's my best friend, and he hasn't talked to me in so long. I'm just worried, that's all."

I got up and went over to her. I pulled her into a hug. I want to hate him, kill him if I could, because he is hurting her, maybe if he doesn't know it. But if I were to hurt him, that would only mean hurting her. And she's been through enough pain as it is.