High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

It's Everything, But It's Not Enough

That witch would be the death of him. She was absolutely the most infuriating person on the planet. Why did she have to choose now to go full on Gryffindor?

For the next few days Draco spoke to no one. He stayed up nearly all night working on the Vanishing Cabinet. That god-forsaken pile of sticks was so close to being out of his life he could taste it.

He whipped around the corner on his way to the Room, and crashed into...something...what was that? There was nothing there...wait.

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the air in front of him, grasping the Invisibility Cloak and throwing it to the ground. "What in Merlin's fuck are you doing, Potter?"

"What are you doing, Malfoy? After all this time, after everything you've been through with Hermione, you're still doing some sort of creepy Death Eatery shit, aren't you?"

Draco scoffed. "Why don't you just do the world a favor and take a nice swift tumble down a fucking cliff?"

"Answer my question and tell me what the fuck you're doing?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you Potter! I don't owe you anything. You nearly killed me, remember? And I did what you asked by the way. I told her about my...you know. And Hermione doesn't want anything to do with me, so kindly get the fuck out of—"

"Hermione broke up with you?"

Draco blinked. She had never said the words, but he was fairly certain she ended things that day in the broom closet. He hadn't allowed himself to really think about it because he knew if he did, he'd probably throttle the four-eyed git and this time he just might kill him--with his plethora of privacy-busting tools and his impertinent blunt questions. Reminding him that he had lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

Draco couldn't say the words. He shut his eyes and shook his head. He. Would. NOT cry in front of Harry "Why Won't I Just Fucking Die Already" Potter. He breathed deeply to collect himself. "She made her choice. Did she not...tell you, or..." he shook himself. "You know what, never mind, Potter. I'm not about to talk to you about my broken love life." He shoved Potter out of his way and continued walking towards his destination.

Harry called out to him, "So she came to her senses? I told her you were no good for her."

Draco rounded on him, "Shut your bloody mouth Potter! You have no idea what that girl means to me. I know that I'm not good enough for her, but I would do bloody anything for her. It's you that's been putting her in harm's way all these years, making her think that she has to sacrifice herself for some greater good!" He shoved Harry. "You're the one who doesn't care enough about her to do what's necessary. All you care about is honing your bloody hero complex! She is the one good thing there is in this fucked up disaster of a world! She would lay down her life for you and you'd bloody let her! Say what you want about me, but I would walk through fire for her."

Harry stood, dumbfounded at the emotional wreck of a boy before him. He never imagined the ice-cold Slytherin was capable of such emotion.

"Just go on back to your Common Room, Potter. And maybe thank whatever fucking joke of a deity that seems to be eternally on your side that you have a friend like Hermione Granger. Because you don't deserve her either."

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"I ran into Malfoy today."

Hermione raised her head at Harry's mention of the boy. She hated that just hearing his name sent a whooping sensation in her stomach. "Oh?"