Loneliness
This word can mean different things in different situations.
Meaning too serious, very not serious, and then there is the middle which kills you.
I am the only griffendor sitting in the 8th year table.
it's so weird how people surround you, look at you, point at you, walk up to you, and then ask you things about the time you were at your lowest but couldn't show it because the whole world depended on you.
People treated me like a fucking god.
And for what? Nothing.
I know me. I know that even if the whole wizarding world treated me like shit, I still would've killed Voldemort to avenge my parents.
I didn't kill him for them. I killed him for me.
And now I have no friends.
People walk up smile and walk away.
They don't care.
They never did.
If someone cares, they feel hurt.
And if you care, you feel hurt.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I catch Draco sitting with his friends.
Draco.
Then things kind of click.
I'd someone cares they get hurt.
Draco cared...? Maybe that's why he treated me like shit, he had no other reason to do all that.if anything, if he was playing on his fathers side, he would have probably tried getting under my good books... make me trust him.
And... I cared.
That's the only reason I used to-
Harry's hands dropped to his arm, remembering about his scars.
Scars he'd given himself long ago.
He unconsciously moved his eyes to look at Draco before he went up stairs to get a room when he caught a glimpse of Draco running out the hall.
"The fuck?" He mumbled as he started to make his way down the hall slowly because of the crowd of first years.
As soon as Harry jogged down the hallway to the bathrooms, he heart a voice... a moan.
More importantly.
A man's moan.
It sounded familiar.
He'd herd this before.
But the only moan he'd ever heard in his life was- "Saige?"
Suddenly the voice went quiet followed by a groan.
"Is that you?"
It was him.
It did sound like him.
Harry's face went red.
Am I going to have a fuck friend while I'm in Hogwarts? Harry found himself wondering.
Will I have sex with Saige again?
Harry's pants tightened.
Bad day to wear jeans that got tight.
Thanks a lot Mrs Weasley.
"Yeah."
Of course it's him!
"Are- are you... touching yourself? Your..." moan "...voice is echoing through the door into the near halls."
Shit are you fucking crazy!
"Fuck." He heard and it sounded a little bit like-
What the fuck brain. That is just impossible.
"Fuck is right."
Harry spoke as he started laughing nervously.
"What are you doing here Harry?" Draco covered his face, speaking muffled through his palm
"I was trying to find my friend... he ran out in the hall...but then I heard you...."
Friend? Draco mouthed.
"What friend? Who?"
It surely wasn't Draco.
You gotta be fucking with me Potter.
"Oh. It was just D-Draco Malfoy... from Slytherin... do you know him?" Harry spoke and as Draco tried answering, Harry added, " and Are you gonna come out... please? It feels weird talking to a bathroom door."
Fuck.
You know what?
Fuck me.
Fuck all this.
I did this.
I fucked this up because I can't fucking control my self.
I have willpower of a fucking 12 year old.
"Yes I know him." He spoke, "I know him very well."
"Are you Slytherin too? We're you roommates with him maybe? Oh! We three should hand out more and-" suddenly the bathroom stall door opened with a loud screech and thud.
"I am him Harry." Draco came out with his hood off.
Harry stared at him.
He just stared at him.
No words. No shouting. No screaming. No anger. No emotion at all.
Nothing.
Harry looked at Draco. He walked close, he took a glance at Draco's hand, took it, saw the same snake ring.
He looked up to Draco in the eyes, a tear escaped as he turned around in heartbreaking silence and walked out of the room, leaving Draco standing there thinking what the fuck just happened?
But all Harry could think about was loneliness.
Draco didn't care.
I was wrong.
If he did care... he would have never lied.
That's when Harry realised how much he hated liars.
He knew hate was a strong word.
He had never used it in his life.
But the hurt cut deep.
More than anything because he loved Draco... and then Draco took advantage of him.
He manipulated Harry.
And now?
"I fucking hate that I love him."
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Words - 790
Two chapters for you!
I couldn't think of a way to continue in the previous chapter and there is a very very small possibility that I won't be able to update tomorrow.
I'll try n update tomorrow tho. Like with all my heart I will fucking try!
It may be small tho.
But if I can't? Don't worry, that's why I wrote two chapters anyway ;)