Heh, I know, It's been a while since I updated this fic. Please don't be mad at me!

Draco Malfoy. How the fuck had he convinced Draco Malfoy to sleep with him? Harry didn't know the answer but slipped away from the sleeping Slytherin. The boy deserved the sleep. Especially considering he'd let Harry fuck him a couple more times throughout the night. Harry sighed and pulled his clothes on slowly, running a hand through his hair before he left the room without a backwards glance.

Draco woke up a few hours later, pulling the blanket over his frame as he moved deeper into the couch. His eyes snapped open when he found that he was alone and he sat up quickly, instantly regretting it as pain shot up his spine from his ass. He lay down slowly and stared at the ceiling. Well Fuck… I think I was a one night stand for someone else for a change. I don't like it… the blonde thought before gingerly getting up, downing the vile that appeared next to him. He muttered a thanks to the room as he pain ebbed away quickly. That's when he decided he wouldn't let last night get to him. It's wouldn't do good to think too much about it anyways.

Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear

Draco made his way to his dorm after he dressed himself and went right for a shower, staring at the ground as he couldn't put off thinking. It happened when he was alone and no matter what he tried to do, he always thought about the first thing he was trying desperately to avoid.

He'd confessed to Potter that he loved him. But hadn't the boy returned the statement? If he had, then why was he gone? It didn't make any sense to Draco.

Did you think it's cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up
Well did you
Well did you

The day crept by slowly, each class seemed to be with the Gryffindors and Potter hadn't made any attempt to speak to or even acknowledge Draco in any way, shape, nor form. It bothered Draco more than he cared to admit and he always felt his chest tighten when he found himself looking at the brunette longingly. It also disgusted him how he felt. He shouldn't feel terrible. Potter should. He was the one that just walked out. SO then why was it that it was Draco was the one that felt like shit?

I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

That's when Potter looked up, eyes drifting over to Draco, along with several other Gryffindors. Draco felt his heart stop. So Potter had decided to tell his friends all about the night before. Draco instantly felt sick. Oh what they must have been told. Draco had given in so easily. He was such a good fuck. He'd probably fuck anything with a dick. Even Neville. Draco had to excuse himself to run to the bathroom. He hated himself and wished he could only disappear.

Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear

Draco avoided looking at Potter for a few weeks before he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes drifted up and instantly locked onto Potter from across the Hall. One of Potters friends nudged the boy and he looked up, a self satisfied smirk spread across the boys face when he caught Draco staring. That's when Draco couldn't take it anymore. He'd been used, tossed aside like a cheap whore, and then mocked. And it hurt like nothing he'd ever felt. Like there was a hole just devouring the entirety of his chest, growing and just eating away at him. He fled to that bathroom again. Only this time, he wasn't planning on leaving.

Did you think it's cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up
Well did you
I hate you

Red. It was everywhere. All over the sink, the floor, his clothes, his hair. Tears were there too. Mixing with the red and creating beautiful swirls in his blood. Draco slumped to the floor, head making a soft thud against the stone wall behind him. Soon, he wouldn't have to deal with the pain and suffering. It would only be a few moments before he simply slipped away. This was the only way he could escape the boy he'd given his heart to. Given his body to. Given his soul.

I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

Harry sighed as he got up, knowing he'd gone too far this time. He went to that bathroom and knocked on the door gently. "Malfoy? I'm sorry. Can I come in? I want to talk to you." He said softly, knocking again. He bit his lip and pushed the door open, letting out a yell when he saw Draco. He was paler than usual, and covered in his own blood. Maybe he was still alive. He rushed over and cradled the boy in his arms, shaking him as he covered his arms, gripping them to try and stop the already slowing flow of blood. That scared the shit out of him. He pulled the light boy into his arms and rushed to the hospital wing, hero complex kicking in.

I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart, too
How to get this far
Playing games with this hells heart

Harry sobbed when Madame Pomfrey did everything she could to try and save Draco. Blood replenishing potions didn't work. The wounds had been healed but because Draco didn't seem to have the will to live, he wasn't going to fight to stay alive. And that was always the key factor in these situations. He'd done quite a number on his arms, the scars that were already faded, but not gone, were proof of it. He'd literally slashed and hacked at his arms, trying to get as much of his skin cut open as he could. Harry was losing it.

I've killed a million petty cells
But I couldn't kill you
I've slept so long without you

It was his fault. He'd done this to him. And Harry was broken. He felt like he couldn't breathe, throat sore and scratchy from screaming and crying so hard and loud. He made Draco do this to himself. Harry had no idea what to do when Pomfrey couldn't do anything more. He moved on top of the blonde and tried to shake him, as if it would wake him from this stupid trick. That's what it had to be. It was a stupid trick because Harry had gone and treated Draco like shit. The boy hadn't deserved it. Harry was the one that deserved to be dead, not Draco. He kissed the boys cold lips desperately, whispering a promise against them before he ran.

I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

He wanted to join the boy, wherever he had gone. He would follow him to the end of the earth and back. To Hell and back. Though he knew he'd even stay in Hell with the boy if that's where he was. He knew the boy would be in heaven though. The boy was an angel after all. Harry was still hysterical as he tightened the noose around his neck, looking down the rope slack to the ground. He was standing at the top of the owlry, staring at the shit covered ground in the middle.

I see Hell in your eyes

He took a breath and looked at the blood still on his hands. I'm coming Draco.

Taken in by surprise

Another breath and he jumped, picturing the blonde boys face as time seemed to slow down.

Touching you makes me feel alive

It felt wonderful as he fell watching the owls hoot in irritation, or was it fear? Harry didn't care. All he cared was that he was going to be with Draco soon.

Touching you makes me die inside

At the top of the owlry, the rope suddenly was taught, snapping against the wood of the beam. It creaked a little as the new weight at the end swung back and forth, a twisted smile on the boys lips even when he was dead.

I see hell in your eyes

They were together.

I know, not the happiest ending but I didn't like Harry always being the one rejected. I got bored of people always making Draco out to be the jack ass and leaving Harry after fucking him and so I added my own little twist. Harry was the user. Anyways, if you guys really don't like this last chapter, leave a review and I'll put up an alternate ending if you really want me to.

~Dracos Pet