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Draco had never thought that anything could hurt this much.
Sure enough, beatings hurt like hell, and losing his friends hurt even more, but this, this cold, raging pain was something new.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked. "You said you were fine with it!"
"I never did!" Draco shouted. "I said I could love more than one at a time! And, and at the beginning I asked you, and you said you weren't comfortable with it, and I thought you understood! You said you wouldn't stay if I so much as thought about anyone else like that, and I agreed! But now, now you're doing this-"
"If you wanted me to be fine with it, you should return the favour!"
Draco paced around the room. "I would have! All you had to do was ask, to say something-anything-and I would've been fine! But no! You go behind my back, lying, cheating-was it worth it? Were her kisses sweet enough to sate you? Was your best friend's sister enough to fulfill all your desires?"
Harry stepped back. "You-"
"When you left me to be with her, in her bed, in her arms, was it fun? Did you two stay up giggling about how Harry Potter was so fabulously deceiving Draco Malfoy? Because you took me in completely, I can say. Then again, it is all my fault for ever trusting you. I should have known you'd be nothing but trouble..."
Harry shook his head. "I'm not dealing with this right now."
"That's right, Potter, run from your responsibilities like always."
Harry laughed as he turned to leave. "Yep! Exactly!"
"Very well." Draco took a deep breath. "If that's how you want to be, fine. You're going to have to acknowledge your guilt sooner or later, and if you'd rather wait until it's too late to apologize, fine. I hope you two are happy."
He waited until he heard the door slam behind Harry, then sunk down onto the carpet. For hours he lay quietly crying into the lush rug, questioning everything he'd ever done and said and wondering what could it have been that he'd done so wrong and doubting if it was even worth living anymore.