Nothing Will Tear Us Apart

Nothing Will Tear Us Apart

Harry loved the feeling of hot water hitting his shoulders and making it's way down his back after a Quidditch match, a match against Slytherin where he had gotten the Snitch right before Malfoy's nose. Again. Harry rested his hands against the white tiles knowing very well he was being watching, closely. He arched in pleasure feeling his muscles stretch and complain. With a little smirk, and still turned to the wall, he relaxed under the water. He knew someone was still watching him eagerly. Or rather pissed he should say.

Harry closed the shower making his way back to where he had left his clothes and towel. He draped a towel around his naked waist self-consciously, there were a few boys from the Gryffindor Quidditch team still in, almost finishing changing and Goyle was somewhere around though he did not care to know where or doing what.

Ron was the last Gryffindor to leave, by then Harry had dried himself off, and Goyle hadn't showed up yet. Someone else was there also, and Harry fully turned to meet the cold gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. Harry smirked and let the towel drop to the floor, uncovering him whole. He turned his back to Malfoy, deliberately taking several minutes to look around for his clothes and get changed, flexing his muscles and occasionally turning around as he did so. All the while the only thing that could be heard was a hitched breathing, that surely belong to Draco.

Harry turned around to look back at Draco, his lips were parted his eyes sparkling and chest heaving. Harry liked to know that it was he that caused all that, that Draco Malfoy had lost his cool façade because of Harry Potter, of all people.

Fully clothed he left the changing rooms and he could swear he heard someone shouting in the distance. Harry continued to smirk one so familiar to him, although not usually seen plastered on his face. That smirk that had once infuriated him so, no now it was his turn to wear it, his turn to take control. He smiled faintly, whispering the password to the Fat Lady and getting inside his familiar common room.

*

Draco gritted his teeth all through dinner; he was so close to punching Har - Potter in the face. Across the Hall Harry was enveloping his girlfriend, the Weaselsette, in a hug. Yes he was very close indeed. Potter didn't know who he was messing with. Although Draco suspected Harry knew quite well with whom he has been messing with for months now. Draco tried to look away but the messy dark locks and the vibrant green eyes that locked with his dull ones every now and then didn't let him. Everything about Harry wouldn't let him look away, certainly some sort of spell he could cast. Or maybe not.

Harry left the Gryffindor table with his adoring fans right behind him, and holding tightly to his hand the she-Weasel, Virginia. What sort of name was that anyway? Who with a goddamn mind would call their child Virginia? Draco of course was a much more respectable name, a real pure-blood's name. Of course Harry Potter Lord or Light and all that is purely good did not care about that girl's name, even less of her heritage. So irresistible of him. Certainly not.

"I'm going to pick up a fight with Potter," Draco announced to no one in particular, inviting anyone who cared to watch or follow him.

"Why honey?" Pansy whined.

Pansy was such a cow, Draco didn't know why he still had her around. As a matter of fact, he did know perfectly well and he was about to punch that reason right in the face at the exact moment.

"Because he annoys me Pansy, always has and always will," he explained making his way to Potter.

"Why Draco?" Pansy insisted.

Unfortunately she had spent so much wasted time with him that she had learned to read him relatively well, well enough to know that at the moment he was not telling her the honest truth. Damn cow.

"Because I can." She opened her mouth to protest. "Shut it Pansy. I'm fucking tired of you." She closed it just as quick.

No one dared to provoke the wrath of Draco Malfoy unless that someone was Harry Potter. Unless that someone dared to dangle Virginia Weasley in front of him, on purpose! After all they had been through, after all they had talked. Draco gritted his teeth and it hurt. He wondered what exactly did hurt. Potter had it coming for a long time now, he didn't know why he hadn't done anything until now. Actually he did know, but that was beside the point.

He closed in on the happy Gryffindor couple, perhaps that was the problem, they'd never be the happy couple adored by all. Draco shook his head, now was not the time neither moment to be thinking about their problems. He pushed Ginny aside, with a little more force than needed, and spun Harry around.

"I fucking hate you Harry," he whispered through his still gritted teeth.

Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights and Draco couldn't help to notice how endearing the Gryffindor was then. And then Draco looked back at the redhead on the floor who screamed after Harry. That was all it took for Draco to throw the first punch and he noticed with a grin that he'd probably broken the other boy's nose.

Harry ever the hero threw back a punch and before they knew what was going on they had tumbled to the floor kicking and punching each other with strength. Harry had him pinned against the floor sending blows against his chest and digging his hips against his. Not entirely necessary. Pretending to pull him by the hair Harry put his mouth close to Draco's ear.

"If this is about the locker room you should've told me. You hadn't had the need to make a scene." Draco snarled.

"You know what this is about, I'm fucking tired of you and your stupid bitch," Draco spat.

Harry didn't fail to notice he looked hurt. As he held Draco by his shoulder's at arm's length he looked at the boy he had been in love with for several months now and he made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. Gray frigid pools, not so frigid since they had started seeing each other, not at all frigid now. Draco's eyes always betrayed him now and what Harry saw he certainly didn't like.

"I'm sorry Draco," he said letting go of the other boy's shoulder. Draco craved for the contact, he wanted it back. "You know I can't."

Draco pushed Harry off him completely. He scrambled to his feet his eyes narrowed, he looked completely furious and beautiful.

"Yes you can! Fuck you Harry," he screamed rushing away up the main stairs.

Harry pushed his hands through his hair, a nervous habit he had acquired some time earlier that year. Draco was not making this any easier on him. He knew he had to break things off with Ginny, but she looked like she really loved him, and he didn't want to hurt her. But someone he cared for much more was now hurting, sulking in some part of the castle. And Harry needed to find him.

"Harry what was that all about?" Ginny questioned, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Harry almost flinched, almost.

"I'm going to get cleaned Gin, we'll take later," he said quietly moving through the crowd.

How could he had let the entire Great Hall watch Draco and him. It was quite normal for them to fight but never like that and everyone was now looking at him curiously. Damn Draco for making a scene.

"Harry I'd like to talk to you," Hermione said catching up with him in the hallway.

"Hermione I can't right now."

"What is it that you and Malfoy have?" That made him stop in his tracks.

"What do you think we have?" he asked cautiously, turning around to meet her; there was simply no point in hiding anything from her.

"I've suspected this for months Harry; the way you look at each other, and how you share mysterious smiles you think no one sees. But I do, I didn't know if you were completely oblivious of your feelings or if you pushed each other in the hallways just for an excuse to touch each other. I guess I just found out then."

"At first we were just fooling around, it was either that or back to fighting. And I liked us being friends, we have a lot in common actually, but a few months from now I don't know I grew attached and he did too I suppose," Harry tried to explain.

"Where do you want to get Harry?"

"I like him Hermione, a lot. And Malfoy asked me to break up with Ginny."

"Leave Ginny? For him. You'll actually take this forward?" Hermione looked nothing but astonished. "Well, if you really like him Harry, but try not to hurt Ginny much."

Harry took a few deep breaths.

"I'm going after him, he's probably pissed at me," Harry said with a little smile.

"He looked a lot pissed at you Harry." She sighed. "Just be careful okay?" Harry nodded wearily before moving down the hallway and leaving Hermione behind.

Harry ran to an empty classroom they had claimed their own. He knew Draco was probably there now, tearing things apart or sitting by the window staring down at the students at the grounds. He took a deep breath as he reached the door, hoping Draco would forgive him once more. He always seemed to, he really hoped he would just once more.

"Draco? Are you there?" he asked through the door.

No answer.

"Draco please just listen to me." Still nothing. "I'm coming in Draco."

Everything was dark inside the classroom, although Harry could still make out the bed and couch they had transfigured at the beginning of the year. Since it was already June there was no need for the fireplace to be lit, though a bit of heat would've helped. Draco was indeed sitting by the window, looking at the distance and hugging his knees to his chest.

Harry approached him cautiously as if he were a bomb ready to explode.

"Draco I'm sorry, I really am," Harry whispered sitting in front of the other boy.

"I don't believe you," Draco whispered back, still not looking at him.

The blonde was shivering, Harry just hoped he wasn't crying. He really hoped.

Harry sighted, he knew Draco had a point, he had been promising for such a long time that he'd talk to Ginny but there never seemed to be quite the right moment.

"I'll talk to Ginny tonight Draco, if that will make you forgive me. I'll talk to her even if it doesn't, I can't stand looking at you the entire day and not being able to touch you, to kiss you. I'll do anything to gain back your trust," Harry said desperately. Draco didn't react. "I-I love you Malfoy okay. I don't know when that happened and it scares the hell out of me, but if you're with me it would, it just - I - I'll be leaving now. I have something to take care of."

*

Ginny was sitting by the window up in her dormitory, staring at nothing. Nothing, that's what her life was, a big nothing. A few tears tickled down her face and she didn't have enough strength to scrub them off. She had too, she had to take any kind of trace Harry had left on her, but she didn't do it.

"Ginny?" Hermione called form the door. "Ginny are you alright?"

Ginny's sobs wracked her body, but she did not reply. She probably wouldn't be able to talk anyway.

"How could he Hermione?" she said after taking a few pained deep breaths. "I knew he didn't love me, of course I knew, but I thought he at least cared for me. I thought - I - I thought he'd learn to love me in time, that he simply didn't know how to. Merlin how could I have been so stupid," Ginny rambled.

"Ginny you have to understand that he does care for you, he considers you a great friend, one of his best friends but nothing more, unfortunately," Hermione tried to reason the smaller girl. "Harry asked me up here and see how you were doing."

"How I was - tell him to shove it, will you!" Ginny said angrily. She was actually pretty close to the truth, but Hermione wasn't about to mention that. "I can't believe it! He breaks up with me and asks you to come here and check on me! Well fuck him I don't give shit. I'll head downstairs as if nothing has ever happened and to hell with Harry Potter."

Hermione grimaced a bit, that wasn't exactly the way she wanted Ginny to act. Pretending wouldn't do her any good, she was sure it would only cause more trouble for Ginny and everyone else. She wasn't about to tell Ginny that though, she knew the red-haired had a temper.

Before she noticed Ginny had already left her dormitory and was heading towards the showers. Yeah, maybe taking a deep refreshing shower would do her some good. Hermione sat properly on Ginny's bed waiting for the girl to leave the bathroom, hoping that she'd like to talk some more when she did so

*

Harry was playing with his food across his plate, not really listening to his laughing mates neither to Hermione whispering in his ear. All he knew was that he screwed everything up, as usual. Draco wouldn't speak to him, Ginny wouldn't either. Ron was trying to pretend he wasn't happy that he had just broken up with his baby sister, probably never liked the idea in the first place.

He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how he could, in one bloody afternoon, screw everything up. Probably some kind of curse he had, that must be it, probably another bloody prophecy. Hermione was muttering furiously by his side, Harry had shut her out for so long he hadn't a clue of what she was talking about.

Looking away from Hermione he scanned the hall for a blonde hair he knew significantly well. Draco was sitting by the end of the Slytherin table, like Harry sat at Gryffindor's, not eating neither talking to his mates; Harry wondered if the Slytherin was doing any better. Draco looked up from his plate his eyes locking with Harry, he let his gaze fall quickly though.

Harry sighed, dropping his head and returning to his cold food. Hermione next poked him on the ribs pointing towards the entrance of the hall. Ginny had just come in, nose high in the air, looking at everyone but Harry. Harry bowed his head, it was the best he could think of at the time. She sat herself between Dean and Seamus three seats away from Harry talking to them loudly. Harry could only look at Hermione and shrug. Ron did the same.

Harry tried to catch Draco's eyes again, but the blonde wasn't sitting anymore. He had gotten up and was making his way across the hall. The teacher, students and ghosts all had their eyes on the blonde, probably thinking he was up for some trouble. Harry was watching him in confusion wondering where the hell was Draco going if dinner hadn't finished yet.

Instead of leaving the Great Hall though Draco kept going, to the last table in the dinning hall, Harry's table, the Gryffindor table. Harry smiled slightly amused that Draco always had to make a scene. Always. He moved to the side giving Draco space to seat between Hermione and him. Harry was grinning by now. The entire Gryffindor table couldn't close their jaws, it was the first time a Slytherin had seated himself on the Gryffindor table in a very, very, very long while.

"Hermione," Draco said in greeting tipping his head forward.

"Draco," she did the same.

Draco looked sideways at Harry who was simply beaming. Beautiful. He found Harry's fingers interlaced with his own under the table when his plate appeared at the table and they resumed dinner. The entire hall was still very much confused although Dumbledore's eyes were surely twinkling, Snape was certainly fuming and McGonagall was trying, very hard, not to laugh.