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Chapter seven

DISCLAIMER: All rights go to J.K. Rowling and/or authors stories I get ideas from.
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Hey!!! HOW WAS THIS LAST CHAPTA? well... this chapter was difficult to write because i wanted it to be perfect to make up for the last one. This chapter i am kinda proud of.. i really loved writing it. But it was very emotional and im kinda good at writing emotional scenes (from past experience, i suppose) And because its kinda angsty and romantic. ***INTENSE KISSING WARNING *** ;)) i hope you enjoy this!!
-Sofia
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Chapter 7:

(Third Person P.O.V.)

Draco grabbed him by my neck and forced Harry downward onto his lips. It was forceful, lustful, and everything the men wanted. Harry moaned into their mouths and brought both his hands up to tangle themselves in Draco's hair. Draco went back onto his back, bringing Harry's face with him. Leaving the hand on his neck, but bringing his other hand to his shoulder. They battled tongues, tongues swirling and locking on each other's, Draco moaned and opened his legs so Harry could get easier access to his mouth. Harry climbed in between Draco's legs and felt his hardness. Harry pulled away abruptly. "Draco...what, wha- what..are we?" He panted out, not wanting to go forward until something was declared, he wasn't the "one-night stand type" and he hoped Draco wanted him for more than just sex. "I don't know Potter, what are we?" He asked face flushed and red, eyes dilated, biting his lip. "Boyfriends?...." Harry asked, heart beating like a snitch on crack. Malfoy stayed silent, looking down. Harry felt his stomach drop and his throat close, his mouth opening and closing multiple times trying to sort what was happening but at the same time trying to figure out what to say. "Fine Malfoy. Go ask someone else to be your sex toy." he finally managed to get out. He got off of Malfoy and grabbed a wet rag and threw it at his face. He slammed the door and ran quickly to his room, feeling tears sting his eyes, he blinked them back, wanting to wait until he got to his room, knowing he was gonna break any second. He got to his room and slammed the door, stumbling to the bed, drunk with disbelief. He sat on the edge of his bed. He sat there looking at the ground going through everything that happened. Malfoy had kissed him. Malfoy had touched him. Malfoy got hard for him. And..and it would never happen again. Because Draco wanted him only to fuck. No actual feelings. Just using him..like everyone else. He put his face in his hands and started crying. For two reasons. The one time he was starting to love someone something happened. The one time he started to love someone, they used him. He felt his tears, he sobbed a couple times, and cried harder, full blown sobbing. Not able to stop. This went on for about a minute, shamelessly crying in his hands, sobbing like a kid. He stopped abruptly. Not wanting Draco to know this got to him. Not wanting to let Draco know he cared. He sniffed and laid back, on his pillow , fully clothed and bed unmade. He rubbed his eyes. But he couldn't stop crying, his throat and head wouldn't allow him to stop. His throat closed up and he let out one loud, heart wrenching sob, knowing he'd never find someone who could love him for him and that no matter how much shit he'll go through, they'll only love him for the man he wasn't. Still sobbing, his head hit his pillow and eyes almost instantly shutting his eyes, drifting off, still sobbing, but his cries relaxed with exhaustion, became more like whimpers. He never felt so lonely in his life. He thought. Only making his tears come harder with no mercy. He sobbed. He closed his eyes again. And took deep breaths, breathing become ragged each breath because his tears wouldn't fucking stop. He was ashamed, ashamed that one man could hurt him harder than he would've ever imagined. He breathed raggedly out and whimpered. He drifted off, once again,not quite falling asleep.

(Third Person P.O.V.)

Way to fuck it up. Draco thought. He could hear Harry running to another room and slamming the door. His head pounding still from the potions accident and what just happened. He just kissed Harry Potter. More than that, fucking snogged him. But, the feeling of happiness and lightweightness never came. He just was left with guilt and sadness. He fucking messed it up. Of course, he didn't only want to have a one-night stand with Potter, he wanted more. Friendship, love, and a life with him. Not one filled with occasional fucking. He was just too scared, too scared that he would get hurt. That Harry didn't love him. That Harry couldn't love Draco. He didn't think someone could love him. In his whole life, even as a kid. And getting an offer, someone saying they would, was tough. Especially after years of fake love and torture, he didn't think anyone would, and if they did it'd be fake. Not like anyone, even the great Harry Potter wouldn't love a Death Eater. He laid back, his headache dulling to a throb, but hard ones. He knew he wouldn't fall asleep anytime soon if this kept on, but he still laid there. He wouldn't admit, even to himself, that he shed a tear, looking at the ceiling. Hearing Harry cry and sob. Whimpering and sobbing again. Draco's heart hurt not for himself..but for how much he hurt the one man who gave him a chance.
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HOW WAS IT??? Did you like it? eh eh? Very dramatic.. idk. I hope you like it though.

-S