My Guy Chapter 1: Draco's Story, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not, nor have ever, nor ever will own the Harry Potter universe. All that belongs to the WONDERFUL J.K. Rowling. I also do not own any part of "Makes Me Ill" by N'Sync.

A/N: This piece was one of my hardest to write yet. I want to that Futaira for the song suggestion. It is based (roughly) on "Makes Me Ill" by N'Sync. I hope you enjoy and would love to hear your thoughts! :)

We were perfect; at least every one thought we were perfect. We seemed great in the beginning and in front of our friends. We started to fight more and more. You left. You said you couldn't stay anymore. You weren't in love with me anymore. What you didn't realize was that I could never fall out of love with you. I was hopelessly yours. I went crazy when you left. Did you know that?

Now, I see you and your new arm candy all over town. I can't go anywhere without seeing you two spread across the front page of every magazine and newspaper. Every time I see the two of you together it kills me. I always thought we'd been together forever. He doesn't seem to be your type, but I guess your preferences have changed. He seems like a douche, to be completely honest.

"Hey, Dray!" your voice rang out behind me, beautiful as ever. "How have you been?"

"Good. Good," I lied. "How have you been?"

"Great! I met someone."

"I heard." No shit, Sherlock. You've been in every written publication around nearly nonstop. I assumed you met someone. Either that or you found your long-lost brother. Ugh!

"He's great! Have you met anyone since we broke up?"

"No, not yet. I decided I needed to focus on my work for a little bit." There's no one else out there for me.

"I see. Great! Here he comes now. I think you'll like him. He's amazing. Bernard, meet Draco. Draco, Bernard."

"Hello," he said, extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Burn in hell you bastard. Harry is mine! What does he even see in you? I think I might actually be sick.

Bernard was the most unattractive person I'd ever seen. His dirty blonde hair was tied back into a greasy pony tail, hanging limply over his right shoulder. He was wearing a tacky plaid shirt tucked into wrinkled khaki shorts that were about 2 inches too short. His voice was deep, yet nasally. The only things about him that seemed to fit your previous partner profile were his eyes and his gender. His eyes were a deep—almost navy—blue. You'd always said that you loved men with blue eyes. You didn't care what shade of blue, as long as they were blue.

"Well, we need to get going. We have reservations at the Three Broomsticks. It was great to see you, Dray," you smiled.

"You too," I smiled back, unconsciously.

I'll admit it. I was jealous—like seeing green jealous. It wasn't fair that you would choose that clown over me! As you walked away, I knew I had to get you back if it killed me. You were way too good for Bernard. I don't know why, but it almost made me feel better having met the new man in your life because there was no competition between him and me. I just had to show you that I was the obvious choice. No contest. I would win this silent competition.

Soon, I started checking internet sites that were solely designed to track you. Where ever you were going, I would show up there. Sometimes I'd already be there. Other times I'd show up after you. It varied intentionally. My whole point was to keep appearing in your life. In my mind, as long as I kept making my presence known you'd eventually realize that you didn't love or even like Bernard and that I was the only one for you.

I know, I know. This logic sounds flawed, but just hang on. It will get worse. Don't worry. Just wait. It's coming. I promise.

Every time I saw you and Bernard together, I had to force myself not to puke. It was the worst kind of torture—though I brought it on myself. I couldn't believe how happy you two looked. You looked like one of those cheesy couples on those weird commercials that you'd made me watch. It all seemed fake to me, even though everyone else appeared to be buying it.

I couldn't take it anymore. All the memories I'd had with you. I couldn't help but wonder if they were fake too. Was I just another piece of candy to be discarded by you when you found someone better? Was I a child's plaything that you forgot about when you reached adulthood? What was I to you, Harry? Please tell me.

Once that realization hit me, I had to stop. I couldn't follow you around anymore. I needed to let you have your own space. However, what happened next I can't forget. I decided that after a hellish week at work, I'd take the night off and go out for a drink. It was our favorite place, and that night happened to be open mic night—your favorite night of the week. For some reason, it never dawned on me that you might have chosen that same night as a date night for you and Bernard.

After way too many drinks—most of them courtesy of Blaise and Pansy—I chose to get up to the piano. The background band seemed a little shocked to see me up there. You'd always kept me under control because you always knew what would have happened the morning after. But, tonight you weren't there—at least, not there with me—and my friends were less inclined to keep me out of embarrassment's way. Although the words didn't fit the situation exactly, the overall message of the song was exactly what I needed to say.

I was hanging with the fellas

Saw you with your new boyfriend, it made me jealous

I was hoping that I'd never see you with him

But it's all good, 'cause I'm glad that I met him

Heh

'Cause now I know the competition's very slim to none

And I can tell by looking that he's not the one

He's not the type you said you liked

His style is wack, clothes are bad

Come on, boy, let him go

I want you back.

That was when I looked out into the crowd. Your emeralds were the first thing I saw. I knew you understood who I was talking to. I had never been good at talking directly. You always said you understood me better through music—vocal or otherwise. I couldn't believe that you were there. I also couldn't believe that your eyes were glued to mine. Bernard was trying to get your attention, but you weren't interested. It was a small triumph in my book.

Call me a hater, if you want to
But I only hate on him 'cause I want you
Say I'm trippin' if you feel like
But you without me ain't right
You can say I'm crazy, if you want to
That's true- I'm crazy 'bout you
You could say I'm breakin' down inside
'Cause I can't see you with another guy

It makes me ill
To see you give
Love and attention at his will
And you can't imagine how it makes me feel
To see you with him
Oh, it makes me ill
To see you give
Love and attention at his will
And you can't imagine how it makes me feel
To see you with him

At that moment, nothing mattered but getting your attention and making sure that you really heard what I was saying. I was not good. I was heartbroken. I wasn't focusing on work and avoiding getting in a relationship. I was refusing relationships because I didn't want anyone else but you. I wasn't interested in meeting Bernard. I wanted to pummel him into the ground because he stole you from me.

Boy I know that we broke up
But that doesn't mean you should give the cold shoulder
'Cause you know that I truly do adore you
And that other guy can't do nothin' for you
Uh, see
I can tell that you don't really love that guy
But there's no need for you to go and waste your time
I think you know I love you more
Boy you gotta let him go
I want you so just give him the boot

I was begging now. I needed you to feel what I was feeling. I needed you to know that I loved you more than anything or anyone in the world. I needed you to love me back. I needed you to forgive me for all my faults—however numerous they were. I needed you. Point blank. I can't say it and plainer than that. I needed you. I needed your eyes, your smile, your touch, your kiss, your voice. Everything. I needed all of you and everything that was you.

Ohh...
It makes me ill cause you used to be my guy
Used to be used to be my guy yeahhh
It makes me ill (ooh) cause you used to be my guy
My guy
So baby come back to me

Please. Please. I'll fix everything. I just need you back. Please, Harry. Come home. Dump him and take me back. Please. Please.

When I finally finished the vocals following the last chorus, I could see you and Bernard. He was whispering something in your ear that made you giggle. That was always when you were at your cutest. I never understood why, but it didn't matter. He pushed you towards me. Why were you so reluctant to talk to me? Was I that horrible to you? I'm sorry.

"Dray, what was that?"

"Nothing," I said, defeated and playing with the hem of my shirt. Everything.

"That wasn't nothing. What were you thinking? You realize this will be headline news tomorrow right?"

"What do you care. You have Bernard, now." I know. I don't care. It's worth it. You're worth it…always.

"I do. But, I'll always care about you, Dray. Don't you know that? What we had was special, but now it's over. That doesn't mean I can forget you. Can you forget me?"

"I don't think so." Never.

"Well, then I'm sure you still care about what happens to me. Right?"

"I guess," I admitted, dropping my head. More than the world.

"Good. Now, I don't want you to get the wrong message. Draco, we are over. We aren't going to be getting back together. Ever. I'm with Bernard, and we're happy. So, I want you to live your life and meet someone else. Bye, Draco."

And with that, you turned and left. You didn't the tears stream down my face. You didn't see my heart shatter on the floor. You didn't see me slip so far into depression that I closed myself off from everyone I'd ever known. You didn't see me fall apart. I thought you cared. You lying bastard. I hope you're happy because I'll NEVER get over you, Harry Potter. NEVER!

A/N: Thank you so much for taking time to read this! I love all of you guys. I really hope you enjoyed it, and ESPECIALLY if you didn't, please let me know. I'll try to fix it for next time. If you enjoyed it, I'm really glad! I try hard not to post crap, so please let me know if I ever do. I promise I'm a big girl. I can take it! Again, thank you so much for reading. I will see you soon, hopefully. Have a PHANTASMIC day! :)
~DrarryLover28