Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story

Chapter 20

Previously on Scars of the Past -
Harry wanted to laugh at the irony of the whole situation. 'Doesn't he realize how hypocritical he is sounding? Oh right! He believes that I don't know about anything' thought Harry. The only thing that Harry could feel right now was anger.

"I can't lie to you! But what about you? You've been deceiving me right from the very beginning!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of accusation and hurt.

Draco, caught off guard by the intensity of Harry's outburst, replied in confusion, "What? No! I never lied to you."

Harry's frustration only intensified at Draco's denial. "There you go! You're doing it again! You lied about loving me, and you lied about being my mate!" His voice quivered with a mixture of anger, disappointment, and a deep sense of betrayal.

Draco's confusion deepened, and he vehemently denied the accusations, saying, "No! I didn't! What the hell are you talking about?"

Harry's anger reached its peak as he confronted Draco with the harsh truth. "Don't act innocent! You're well aware that Voldemort wants me dead. He commanded you to lure me here, didn't he? He instructed you to do whatever it took to bring me into his clutches, and you chose to manipulate my feelings, pretending to love me. It was all an act for you, wasn't it? Let me tell you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, you're an astonishing actor because I fell for it. I loved you."

Draco, caught off guard by the weight of Harry's accusations, interjected desperately, cutting off Harry's response. "Harry! Do you even comprehend the gravity of what you just said? Where did you get this preposterous idea? You're spouting utter nonsense! I love you, and I always will."

Harry attempted to continue his explanation, but once again, Draco interrupted, cutting off his words before they could leave his lips. "But—"

Draco's impatience manifested as he interrupted yet again, demanding, "But what? Where did you get this absurd notion?"

Harry's response was halted once more as Draco's interruption stifled his words. "Rowle said—"

Unable to contain his disbelief, Draco interrupted with an exasperated tone, "So, you believe some random person's words over everything I've been telling you for the past year? Is this how much you trust me? You let anyone convince you that I don't love you! Let me clarify one thing for you—Do you want this? Because if you don't, I'll take you back to Hogwarts and then beg for forgiveness from the Dark Lord, hoping he'll spare me for wasting his time. I've already sacrificed attending several Death Eater meetings just to comfort you during your panic attacks. If this is the extent of your trust in me, then I can easily stop putting my life and reputation on the line."

Harry found himself at a loss for words, his mind filled with a mixture of conflicting emotions. He attempted to express himself, but his words failed him, leaving him speechless and vulnerable.

Draco, determined and resolute, made his decision known. "," Draco declared, his footsteps echoing as he walked away, leaving the room.

The sound of the door clicking shut reverberated through Harry, causing him to flinch, as the weight of the situation settled heavily upon him.

Harry stood in the room, stunned and overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation. Regret washed over him, and the realization of his accusations sank in. He had let his doubts and insecurities drive a wedge between them, and now he faced the consequences of his impulsive words.