Get It Faster

Get It Faster

I don't care what you do

I'm getting out

Draco turned away from Harry, yelling, "I don't give a damn anymore, Harry! I am so sick of this shit from you!"

Harry faced Draco, fire blazing in his eyes. "Fine, Malfoy! You can just get the fuck out then!"

"I plan to, right now!" Draco screamed back, fury boiling in his silver eyes. And he did, without a backward glance.

As Draco stepped outside, he hesitated. Where to go now? He thought, a crease lining his forehead. And it came to him almost the second the thought entered his brain. The same place he always went, of course. And without a second thought, he made his way to Blaise's house.

No, nothing ever shames me

Don't want a thing from you

As Draco fell into bed with Harry later that night, thoughts of his time at Blaise's house entered his mind, but it didn't bother him as much as it should have. It wasn't his fault, after all. If Harry would just damn well admit it... but of course, Draco thought, the great Harry Potter would never admit to it. Which was fine, Draco reasoned, he didn't need a damn thing from that pretentious git. Not even that. And with these thoughts firmly circling his brain, he fell asleep.

I'm going out

I don't care if you're angry

"Well, guess what, Potter?" Draco hissed. "I don't need your permission! You and I might be together, but it doesn't mean I need your bloody say so to be able to go out on my own!"

Harry growled low in his throat, but refused to say anything.

"See?" Draco countered. "You can't even admit it! Still, you can't admit it! I say I'm going to Blaise's house, and you just stand there! What the fuck does that say about us? No, wait, forget it," he continued. "I don't care right now. And I won't, until you admit what we both know is true."

I should have thought things through

I'm not getting an answer

Often now, Draco asked himself what the hell he even stayed with Harry for. The relationship was obviously heading for a big crash, and everyone but Harry saw it. He refused to admit it, but they were over. Harry hated admitting defeat, and Draco had once admired that about him. Now, however, it drove him crazy. And suddenly, Draco had an idea.

I want to do right by you

But I'm finding out cheating gets it faster

As much as it pained him, and as much as he hated doing it, Draco had made up his mind. There was only one way to get Harry to admit that it was over and dammit, Draco was going to do it, even if it killed him. Which it might.

Suddenly hearing the front door opening, Draco hissed out, "Hurry up, here he comes!"

When Harry opened the front door, he cheerfully called out, "Draco? Where are you?" Harry felt a sense of deep foreboding, but brushed it aside. It was probably just bad vibes from how much fighting had been going on recently. But Harry still firmly believed they could get past it, and refused to simply give up, as Draco seemed to want to do.

Pausing in front of their bedroom door, Harry thought he heard a moan and a gasp. Probably just Draco caught up in doing, well, what Draco always did when waiting for Harry to come home so they could shag. Without further ado, he pushed open the door.

At first, it was too dark to see anything. But quickly his eyes adjusted, and what Harry saw made his heart wrench in two.

Draco lay on the bed with Blaise Zabini straddling him. They were fucking. Harry could see Blaise's cock moving in and out of Draco. And Draco himself was just lying there, moaning, "Come on, Blaise, harder, faster. Please, I need it!" He was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his cock was standing stiffly away from his body.

Harry's mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. Finally, he managed to utter a strangled cry and promptly stumbled from the room. Blinded by tears, Harry made his way outside their home and into the street. He was so preoccupied he didn't see the car until it was too late. With a screech of tires, Harry suddenly felt a tremendous pain, and he was flying. Then everything was black.

I'm not getting an answer

I'm finding out cheating gets it faster

Draco and Blaise finished quickly, and Draco dressed, saying, "Thanks, Blaise. I think he finally got the message."

Blaise snickered. "Yeah, well, took him long enough! Haven't you told him before?"

"Yeah, but you know Harry," Draco answered. "Thinks he can fix everything. This was the only thing I could think of to show him it's over. Anyway, thanks again. See you tomorrow, yeah?"

Blaise nodded and exited the apartment. Draco made his way to the living room, whistling nonchalantly. He knew Harry would take a walk, and then come home, where he would do one of two things: he would either scream, throw stuff, and pack, or he would tell Draco they could work it out. If he said they could work it out, Draco would seriously consider hexing him to prove his point. He sat on the couch, nursing a mai tai, and waited for Harry.

I should have thought things through

I'm holding out but not getting an answer

Draco paced the apartment. It had been almost three hours since Harry had walked out. It was unusual for him to stay away for so long- he usually came back after half an hour, forty- five minutes at the latest.

Suddenly the phone rang. Draco snatched it up, saying, "Hello? Harry? Is that you?"

There was a second of silence, and then a male voice said, "Mr. Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes, yes, I'm Draco Malfoy," he answered.

"Do you know a Mr. Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I do. Who is this?"

"This is, uh, Warwick Memorial Hospital. We have Mr. Harry Potter here. Are you a relation?"

"I'm his partner. Is something wrong with him?"

The voice paused, then said, "Mr. Malfoy, we'd appreciate it if you could please come to Warwick immediately. There's been an accident."

"Accident? What kind of accident?" Draco demanded, but the person on the other end said only, "I really can't reveal that information over the phone, Mr. Malfoy. Please just come to Warwick immediately." There was a click, and then silence.

I should have thought things through

I want to do right by you

Draco rushed through the corridor and screeched to a stop at the receptionists' desk. Trying to catch his breath, he gasped out, "I'm here... to see Harry... Potter. What... room is he... in?"

Before the receptionist could answer, a tall, thin, balding man came up to Draco and asked, "Are you Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes," Draco said, having finally caught his breath. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Where's Harry?"

Avoiding his gaze, the man said, "I'm Dr. Sanger. Could you walk with me for a moment, please? I'm the doctor that treated Mr. Potter."

Nodding, Draco fell into step with Dr. Sanger, asking, "Doctor, is Harry okay? What happened? All the person on the phone said was that there had been an accident."

Dr. Sanger sighed, replying, "I'm afraid there was an accident, Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter was hit by a car. It was purely accidental- he was jaywalking and the car couldn't stop in time."

"But Harry? He's ok, right doctor? He's ok, isn't he?"

Dr. Sanger sighed. "I'm afraid not. What with the speed the car hit him with..." Dr. Sanger ran a hand regretfully over his thinning hair. "We tried everything we could think of, Mr. Malfoy. We truly did, but to no avail. I'm afraid there was too much internal bleeding. Mr. Potter passed away about half an hour ago. We would have called you sooner, but as you have an unreachable number..."

Draco stood, numb with shock. Harry, dead? Harry, who had defeated Voldemort, was dead by a simple car accident?

I want to do right by you

I should have thought things through

Draco, still numb, asked if he could see Harry one last time. Dr. Sanger nodded, a look of pity crossing his face. Draco didn't even think to tell him Malfoys didn't want anyone's pity.

He followed Dr. Sanger to the morgue and watched as they pulled a single body out of the wall. The mortician unzipped the black bag, and there he was.

Harry was pale, an almost bluish tinge to his body. His hair, amazingly, was still as untidy as ever, the lightning bolt scar barely visible through the messy fringe. His eyes, his brilliant emerald eyes, were closed, never to open again.

A lump formed in Draco's throat. Never again would those green, green eyes look at him. They would never show love, passion, anger, doubt, ever again.

He reached a trembling hand out and brushed a lock of hair away from Harry's face. His scar was now fully visible, and stood out against the paleness of his skin.

Draco leaned down and brushed a soft kiss against Harry's scar, a tear falling softly from his eye and landing in Harry's hair. A sob escaped Draco's throat, but he stifled it and slowly rose again.

Closing his eyes briefly, Draco choked, "I... I want to take him out of here. I want to have him buried properly. Please," he added, seeing the look on the mortician's face.

Dr. Sanger nodded and said, "Of course, Mr. Malfoy. You'll just have to sign a few release papers..."

A disbelieving snort escaped him. "Papers?" he asked. "You make it sound as if I'm simply taking him home to nurse him back to health!"

Dr. Sanger looked stricken. "Of course not, Mr. Malfoy! It's standard procedure! I'm sorry about your loss, but it's required before anyone is removed from Warwick that release papers be signed!"

Draco gave a forced nod and swallowed back another sob. "Fine," he said. "I'll sign your ruddy papers."

*******************

After the funeral, Draco visited Harry often. He could be found at odd times at the grave, either just silently sitting, or repeating over and over, "Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, really I didn't. I was just trying to make you see... Harry, I'm sorry..."

But Harry never answered him back, and the wind blew bitingly cold each time he visited, as if Harry heard every word and was refusing forgiveness.

Draco came more and more frequently to the grave, always bearing fresh tiger lilies and an apology, driving himself slowly into madness.

One day, a new visitor came to the grave. He had been a longtime friend of Harry's and had come to pay his respects. As he drew near to the grave, however, a horrifying sight met his eyes.

Draco was at the grave, as usual, but he was not saying his usual apologies. He wasn't saying anything; he was simply swinging silently from the tree beside Harry's tombstone. The wind still retained it's biting chill as it blew relentlessly, Draco's body swaying gently from the branch that hung directly below Harry's grave.

I should have thought things through

I'm holding out but not getting an answer

I want to do right by you

But I'm finding out cheating gets it faster

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