A book of all my imagines, preferences, blurbs, lists, etc for Harry Potter. Also can be found on the tumblr blog hp-inserts.
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Draco felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest at the sight before him. Looking into the fogged up window of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop only to see you and Potter, cuddled up in a booth together. Harry's hand held yours on top of the table, a gentle caress that tore Draco apart inside.
He had told you he couldn't go to Hogsmeade, hoping to surprise you with his presence, giving you the necklace he had so carefully picked out for you as an early anniversary present to top it all off. But now he knew, as he looked in on you and Harry sitting so happily together in the romantic cafe, that you had been nothing but happy that he wouldn't be there- it was the perfect opportunity for you to spend the time with Potter.
It all made sense, the more Draco turned the new information over in his mind. Potter was the reason you were always busy, Potter was the one you were hoping to see when you'd wait so suspiciously outside of the Gryffindor common room. He couldn't believe he hadn't realized it before. All those times he would catch you eyeing the dark haired boy across the classroom, all the times he figured you were just looking on his with disdain, the courteous thing to do considering you had a boyfriend who despised him so much.
How could he have mistaken those looks of desire and longing for looks of hatred? How could he have been so blind?
He exhaled, breath shaking from resentment as a cloud of white smoke appeared in the cold air in front of him. Still watching from the window, he saw as you leaned up to kiss Harry, watching as you gave him a kiss like the ones you would give Draco everyday.
How long had he been kissing the same lips as his enemy?
He decided he'd seen enough. The door opened with a modest slam when he opened it, but it still wasn't enough to tear your attention away from Harry. Draco stormed over to your table, but only when he was directly in front of you did you notice him.
"Draco!" you exclaimed. He locked eyes with a triumphant looking Harry before looking to you.
"How could you?" he snapped, voice cracking slightly. He wanted to be mad, he wanted to yell and make you feel terrible for what you'd done to him. Leading him on and betraying his trust like he was some kind of fool. But the sadness was overpowering his anger as he looked at the girl he thought he loved, the girl he thought loved him, sitting in the arms of another boy.
Did it even matter that it was Potter? Would it have stung less if it were someone else? Some faceless, nameless boy he'd never seen before? Draco wasn't sure it would've made a difference at all. You had cheated on him, regardless of who it was with.
"How could you do this to me?" he asked again, voice rising with emotions he almost couldn't comprehend. Surrounding couples looked on at the scene but Draco didn't care. His heart was broken and he felt like a laughingstock for not realizing it sooner.
"Draco I-" you tried to explain yourself, but what could you say? Would sorry cover the emotional scars that betrayal caused? Would telling him you didn't mean for it to happen undo the last few months you'd been sneaking around, deceiving Draco into believing that you were loyal, that you loved him enough to not make such a reckless and heartless choice?
"I have loved you," Draco declared, voice trembling, "I've given you my time and my efforts, and this is how I'm rewarded? Seeing you in the arms of someone else?"
Your stomach dropped as you heard the pain in his voice, a lump forming in your throat when you realized there were tears in Draco's eyes. In all your time with the boy, you had never seen him cry before, and you hated yourself for letting it be you who brought him to tears in the end.
"While my thoughts have been wasted on you, yours have been for him. All the time I've spent, thinking about you...only to have you run off with someone else?"
"I'm sorry Draco," you pleaded, voice hoarse from holding back tears.
"Not as sorry as I am for thinking you ever loved me-"
"I did! Draco I do!" you cut him off, not knowing how to explain your emotions to him when you barely understood them yourself.
"Don't you dare say that!" he yelled, and you flinched at the sudden harshness of his voice. "Don't you dare tell me you loved me at all! Loved me enough to throw everything we had away, loved me enough to sneak around with someone else, loved me enough to lie straight to my face. Yeah, you really loved me, didn't you?"
"Draco," you cried, tears slipping out uncontrollably, wanting to somehow take back the pain you were causing him.
"I loved you. I cared for you deeply; I was loyal to you. This," he gestured to you and Harry, "is not something you do when you love someone. I would never have done this to you."
You stayed silent, knowing that Draco was right. The guilt for what you had done had never been stronger than at that moment.
"Well I hope you're happy. You and Potter can be together for the rest of your lives as much as I care. But don't ever expect me to talk to you, don't even expect me to be able to look at you anymore. Because I really did love you, (Y/N)." With that he turned from the table, ignoring the eyes of customers and employees who seemed to freeze in their places as they watched the scene unfold.
He felt embarrassed of the disturbance he'd caused, but it was nothing compared to the pain he felt from having lost the one he'd loved, long before he'd even realized it.
