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Draco didn’t know how it had come to this. He thought Harry and him were the perfect couple, meant for each other. That might've been true, but only in the past.
He thought, that after all this time, Harry would’ve forgotten, forgiven, moved on from the past, or at least changed somewhat from it. He had perhaps thought wrong. A tiger won’t change his stripes, and yes, he had thought that this one did (conveniently forgetting that Gryffindors are lions, not tigers).
To be frank, Draco had no idea how they ended up like this. They had a happy marriage life, constantly bickering of course, but often told by their companions that they appeared to be like an old couple, one that grew and changed together (of course, everyone knew that Ron and Hermione were the ultimate old couple, with Draco snidely remarking at times that he could already see the bald spots in Ron’s hair. It was a good friendship.). He had, in all seriousness, hoped that this would one day become reality. He realized now that that can’t ever happen, not now, not after the most crushing betrayal he had ever known.
In fact, he should’ve seen the signs, now that he gave it some thought. He remembered when Harry had gotten mad at him and refused to talk. When at times, he had started skulking around him, acting very suspicious and generally avoiding him. And let’s not forget, let's never forget, about just how recently he saw Harry stealing from him, all his money. All those signs and he still had stuck with him, loved him. Oh, how the mighty fall.
And no, Harry could try to come up with all the sorries, all the excuses in the world, but Draco would not, will not budge. This was too much of a betrayal, a treacherous backstabbing betrayal. This one, he could not handle, which he outright refused to handle. If all those happy memories, all the broom races, all the funky and weird dancing, if all of that meant nothing to Harry, then why should Draco try? That’s right, he wouldn’t.
After tonight, he would go over to Pansy’s house, and eventually move back to the Manor. He refused to stay in this house for another day, with that despicable man. He would take it all, even the bloody cat! (No he won’t, he’ll just keep it on the weekends. It was a kit of the cat Harry’s parents had owned, and although Draco was angry, he certainly wasn’t heartless.)
(Unlike a certain someone.)
Suddenly, he heard a thudding sound approaching, up the stairs. He prepared himself, to face that man, to tell him that he was leaving, leaving for good, and nothing would stop him. It was tough, to look at that face, green eyes and raven's nest of hair, that he had loved for years, and see betrayal instead. Oh, how funny life turned out to be. With twists and turns that only life can expect.
There came a sudden stop to the thuds, right outside his (their) door. With it came a heavy sigh, a knock, and harry’s slightly muffled voice:
“Hey Draco. Lover for 5 years. Husband for 3 years. I adore you so, you know that? Light of my life, that's true, and with you, this whole world seems like a fairytale, with you being the most beautiful thing in it. You know that I love you, even though we bicker a lot, because in that, I feel as though I am truly at home. My home isn’t a place, Draco, it’s a person. So I make a few mistakes, who doesn’t? And my mistakes are on the far innocent side, and none of it was being with you. So let us move on from this point and journey to the future, okay?”
Draco thought whether he should speak or not, but finally, decided to do it. Whatever Harry said was not going to affect him anymore, but he thinks that at least if he’s going to go, he’ll go in a grandiose manner, of course.
So, Draco started. “Harry, whatever we had, it’s gone. It was gone the moment you cheated on me, the moment you broke my trust. And if you think this is the only time this has happened, think again. This is only just the breaking point, or-"at that point, he muttered, ”-How do the muggles say it? oh yes, the last straw. Yes, this is the last straw. Don’t you dare think that this is all there was. Did you forget, about all those times, when you got mad at me and exploded on me, refusing to talk to me. Let’s not forget about the time you had started ignoring and generally acting suspiciously around me, shall we? And the most important of them all, you stealing money from me, getting your own secret house away from me? when we moved here together, we promised to never leave each other. but breaking that promise, in such a grotesque manner, to get your own house and that to, from my money?! So no, Harry, this is a well thought out decision, and trust me, there’s no backing out of this at this point.”
There was silence for a while, and out of nowhere, a frustrated groan came, and Harry said,” Alright, you know what. I can’t do this. This is too much for me. It really isn’t that big of a deal Draco, face the sodding facts! I really can’t go around with this play, darling, and you know well that your middle name should’ve been drama, not Lucius. You keep on telling me I forget things, but what about you?! When I got mad at you that time, you had insulted mione, long back. We weren’t even dating at that point, Malfoy! And if you dare bring up those “suspicious activities”, I’m sure you remember full well that I was planning a surprise! For your birthday! I can’t even believe I’m having this discussion! I can’t believe! I can’t! I- -,” and the rest dissolved to incomprehensible gibberish.
Draco had started closing his ears in the middle of it. He didn’t want to hear anything Harry had to say. He was very well tempted to start saying la la la, but Malfoys were proper, and Draco was a Malfoy, to the core(besides the whole discriminating thing, of course. That, he could do well without.). He suddenly realized, that Harry, that absolute dear, had not mentioned the money business. At all. What a curious thing to do. To not do. And what did it mean for Draco? It meant that he was right. So, deliberately waiting till Harry calmed down, Draco decided to ask one tiny minuscule little question. He asked, “what about the money, Harry? What about that?”
To his credit, Harry did not react. At least, for a while. Perhaps he was just in shock (or, as Draco thought savagely, in rightful shame, scorching undying shame). At last, he replied,” Draco, listen. that is the only thing - -“<
“A-ha!”, Draco said, cutting him off,” so you admit it, you little lying cheat! You did take my money!” He knew it! The pain that he went through and Potter dared lie to him? He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes again. Damn it.
“Draco? Are you crying?”
“Please don’t tell me you’re crying!”
“Oh, for the love of Merlin and Morgana! It was just monopoly!”