To Be Loved

The Rain

Harry's heart suddenly felt a harsh pain. His hand pulled Thomas, who was leached on his skin, off. Thomas let out a slight whimper; his eyes looked up at Harry for an explanation.

"I can't," Harry choked.

Harry stepped away from Thomas. He gave him a sorrowful grin and turned around to leave. He made a dash towards the door, with one arm following behind him. This arm was caught by Thomas, and Harry coiled back into his arms, where his lips landed upon Thomas's.

He stood for a long moment indeed enjoying the kiss, before he pushed himself away once more. His swollen lips puckered. His eyes were flowing with tears. He so badly wanted to be embraced by Thomas once more, yet he knew he couldn't. He had to leave.

"Goodbye."

He rushed to the door, this time successful, and pulled it open with all of his might. He hesitated a moment at the sight of the down pour of rain before him. Though, he reconsidered for only a mere millisecond and he continued his escape from his desire and lust.

He ran through the rain. Water covered every inch of his body, which hid his tears from any who might have seen him. His messily soaked hair flopped with each tread he took. His clothes now made his body beneath benevolent.

He was alone. There was not another soul insight, which made him feel alright to let out screams and moans of his internal torture that was impossible to escape.

The running relieved his pain. Running does that. The freedom that one feels with every pace, the liberating experience that makes one feel as though they can do anything, that they have the ability to concur all. His eyes closed. All he could hear was the pounding of his feet hitting the earth, the rapid clapping of the rain was vanished. He wanted to run forever, never to give in to the fatigue he was beginning to feel.

A rock that lay menacingly in the road got in the way of Harry's swiftly moving feet. The control he had been feeling was lost, and he felt the fall come. He put his hands out to save himself, hoping not to give in to gravity's harsh pull. Though, his battle was lost and he fell to the hard road, skidding a bit.

An immediate cold twinge erupted from his hands, elbows, and knees. He lifted his bleeding palms and felt a horrid sting surge from them, and he let out a yelp. He began to weep more, not from the pain, but rather from the deprivation of his liberating run.

Harry lay upon the earth, defeated, weeping while the rain continued to fall. His legs were sprawled apart, and his hands lay in front of his tearful face, beating the earth to retain some satisfaction. "Why...why did I do it?" he cried to no one.

He did not move from his position of loss of keeping his promise to his Draco. The rain fell. Thunder roared. The once unbeatable hero lay crumpled on a road to no where, defeated from a mere promise to his former enemy.

But he did not dwell upon his defeat, and he lifted his head. He pushed himself away from the ground, even though his body was throbbing. And he began to run.

Freedom was once again a feeling he knew. He picked up speed. The air hit him in sheets of pure bliss. His legs stretched further. The rain was a mere mist to him now; it only served to refresh his tired body. The world around him was a blur of blue and white. His mouth opened and out protruded his teeth. His arms moved along with his quickly paced feet.

Then every thing around him became familiar. He was at the Dursleys house once more, and he slowed to a mild saunter. Harry already missed running and the feeling of exhilaration. Fatigue and ache caught up with him. He pushed open the ugly door, to the mundane house, and traveled up to his tiny room. Where he collapsed upon his bed and began to think of Thomas, not Draco.

What was becoming of him? Falling in love with a Muggle! He hated himself for what he knew he couldn't resist. Tonight he had to make the decision between betrayal and loyalty. He had to choose; Draco or Thomas.