𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘

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Dear Harry,

This is the tenth letter I have tried to write to you and yet the words are not enough. After all, how can you say goodbye to the person that you love? How can you tell them that you're leaving and that you hope to never see them again? And as cliché as it sounds, it was you and not me.

You are the reason I am leaving and in some ways you did push me out the door, all I did was pack my suitcase and walk away.

I am leaving you.

It sounds so surreal to finally write those words down. It is one thing to think them, but to have them written on paper makes it sound so real. I am leaving you and it is ironic that it is I that is letting you go. Shocking, right? The entire wizarding world believed that it would be the other way around: that you would leave me and return to her arms and have the litter of Gryffindor babies that would be treated like wizarding royalty, but that won't be.

Shame isn't it? That I am one the pregnant with your firstborn, that your blood, your legacy quickens in my belly? After all, I am a Malfoy, the remaining Malfoy whose family stood behind the Dark Lord, the evil Slytherin that tainted the Boy-Who-Lived.

Do you know much it stung to have those words flung in my face?

And you know what makes me angry and bitter? Not only that they are wrong, but that they are hypocrites! At least I never hid what I have done, I never denied my role in the war, but at least I know that I fought, no matter how wrong and misguided I was, I fought for my family and I lost.

I may have whimpered in pain in front of the Dark Lord, but at least I didn't lock myself in and waited for a seventeen year old boy to save me. I didn't wake up and go to the Ministry and looked away as my neighbors and colleagues were persecuted, tortured and killed before me and at the end of the day felt relief that it was someone else and not me.

I owed up to what I have done and didn't do, but at least I didn't say back and watched as the war burned in fear. Now that those fools are safe, they dare to point fingers?

But, I digress. How an entire world hoped that I would be thrown away after you got bored with me and returned to the goodness that is heterosexuality. The Boy-Who-Lived cannot be gay, especially with Draco Malfoy.

In many ways, I was your play thing. And that hurts because I would have done anything for you and I have.

I bit back retorts as the Weasleys gave me the cold shoulder, muttering under their breaths about Death Eater scum as they threw the Weaslette at you, hoping to entice you once more. After all, they were family, why not become one of them?

But, I was your family too...or I could have been. You, me and our child, we could have been brilliant, but that's all pointless now, isn't?

You love me, but not enough. You loved them, your family more. And I hate you for it. Yes, they took you in, they showed you kindness, but so what?

Why the fuck should you give a damn about a group of people that only support you as long as you dance their tune? Oh, don't act surprised Potter, I am not stupid, deaf and blind. I know that your bullshit excuses about being upset at work were lies. They made you upset, they asked you to choice and when you refused too, they become cold and distant with you. At the end, I am not even worth a Weasley sweater.

I love you. I really did, but I love myself and my baby more. I have to think of them, now.

Blunt, isn't?

Straight to the point, yeah?

I love you.

I really do and if things were different, I never would have left, but Harry things aren't different and life isn't simple, at least for us.

But, I do love you. I really do, but I couldn't stay. It's not just me anymore and I can't be selfish, although I doubt you would agree with that. You don't even believe me anymore and ignore what I say. You don't take me into account and I can no longer live like that.

No, not anymore when my child, my baby that is growing inside my womb is in danger from the likes of your so-called family.

But, you don't believe me.

And that hurts. So much, that hurts because you have picked them over me time and time again and I can't stand by as Weaslette tries to harm my child over a stupid infatuation that you deny.

You deny my words and so easily believer hers.

Why?

Because she is your best friend's sister and the person that you hurts by choosing me?

So what?

You didn't love her, never desired her and it is so much better that you ended that relationship that would have suffocated you, but you don't see it that way, do you?

You don't and although you may be oblivious, I am not. I will not stand and do nothing as she destroys the life inside me due to petty jealousy and greed. She can't stomach that fact that you are mine and love , you don't love me enough. No, not enough to protect me and choose me and form a family with me. However, that is your loss.

Goodbye,

Draco

The letter dropped from Harry's hand as the world as he knew it shattered around him.