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“You don’t disgust ,” Potter said, his voice breaking.

“You didn’t even want to look at ! You turned around so you wouldn’t have to see my face! That’s how disgusted you are by ! Who were you going to picture while you fucked , huh? Wood? Weasley?”

“Fuck you, Draco!” Potter bellowed.

“You know what, you’re the disgusting one, Potter! You disgust !”

Honestly, Draco didn’t know what he had expected after that, but watching Potter grab his suit jacket and storm out of his room hurt almost as much as being crucioed by the Dark Lord.

Unable to hold himself up any longer, he sank to his knees. He was so stupid. Of course Potter didn’t want him. Nobody wanted him. Still, he had thought Potter was different. He had thought Potter might…might…

“Stupid,” he hissed at himself. “So, so stupid!”

That would teach him. He should have known better than to let soone in, let himself be fooled like that. Honestly, Potter was no better than the rest of the bloody Wizarding World. If anything, he was worse. He was a fucking hypocrite.

Maybe Draco should have stuck to his dreams. Yes, they couldn’t keep up with reality, but reality had the cruel tendency to choke off any kind of hope, even for soone who usually didn’t dare to hope at all.

Thursday, 5 June 2003

“Are you going to open it or are you going to stare at it until your eyeballs fall out of your head?”

“Shut up, Pansy.”

“The only reason I’m not going to argue with you is because it’s your birthday. Otherwise I’d be telling you what a prick you are.”

“I know it’s from him. I’m not going to open it.”

“Then send it back.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Of course it is.” Pansy leaned forward, brandishing the champagne flute in her hand. “Ooooh, you want to know what’s inside, don’t you?”

“It’s just a letter,” Draco snapped.

“You want to read it?” Pansy smirked.