Cold-Hearted Bastard (H/D, PG-13)
Title: Cold-Hearted Bastard
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst
Word Count: 600
Challenges: hd100's prompt of "Cold," dracoharry100's prompt of "resist" and my 10_themes prompt #05 - "Home".
Summary: Harry isn't ready to hear what Draco has to say.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"Don't act like this is a surprise, Potter. You knew this was coming. I never hid my intentions."
"I know, but --"
"Honestly, Potter! Did you think that we would fall in love, and I would turn my back on my family? That I would run off with you like some lovesick teenager, forfeiting the opportunity to have a family?"
Harry looked into eyes so cold that a shiver ran down his spine. "Yes?" he answered feebly. He knew it was stupid. He knew he was weak. But he had fallen in love with Draco, and now everything was different.
"Nothing's changed, Potter. I'm the same man I was the first time we fucked. And that's all it ever was. You'd best accept that and move on. I intend to."
Harry's blood ran cold at the words he was hearing. Draco couldn't mean them, not after everything. Harry stood there, stunned, unable to move. His chest was constricting and his stomach was threatening to expel its contents right there. It was all he could do to maintain his composure.
"Go take up with the she-weasel again; I'm sure she's willing. She's probably been waiting for this moment for two years."
Two years. That's how long they had been together. No matter what Draco said, or how many times he called him Potter or said it was just about sex, Harry knew better. He remembered everything, and Draco did too.
"Fine," he said in as cold a voice as he could manage. "You're engaged now. You're moving on. Go on. Enjoy the rest of your life in a loveless marriage, living a lie. Because that's what it'll be, and you know it. Denying who you are, what you are - that's sad, Draco. You know what? I feel sorry for you."
"Oh, spare me!"
"No, really, I do. But don't worry. I won't bother you any more. You've made it perfectly clear that you've made your choice. I understand the importance of family. I always imagined myself having children too, but ... well, life isn't always easy, is it?"
"No, it's not," Draco said, regret evident in his tone.
"You see, I thought you'd given up on that whole notion of family obligations and blindly following what Lucius had planned, but I guess I was wrong." It was a low blow, if the cold look Draco shot him was any indication.
"Fuck you, Potter!"
"Oh, no, Draco. I believe you've made it perfectly clear that that won't be happening again."
"Whatever," he growled. "Must you be such an arse?"
"Me? Oh, I'm sorry, Malfoy. Am I not taking this the way you had hoped? After two years of - what did you say? Oh, right. After two years of fucking, you decide to brush me off. I'll admit to being just a little surprised."
"Harry, look, I didn't --"
"I hope you've thought this through, Draco, because it'll be a cold day in hell before you ever come near me again."
***
As Harry walked away, Draco had to fight strongly to resist the urge to run after him, to tell him he hadn't meant it, to tell him he really did love him. But what good would that do either of them?
Draco was engaged now. He was going to get married, have children, and make a home for them. He wasn't planning on living a lie. He would have his dalliances, but he wouldn't reduce Harry to that. He knew Harry would only hate himself for it.
Harry was better off thinking Draco was just a cold-hearted bastard after all.
.
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst
Word Count: 600
Challenges: hd100's prompt of "Cold," dracoharry100's prompt of "resist" and my 10_themes prompt #05 - "Home".
Summary: Harry isn't ready to hear what Draco has to say.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"Don't act like this is a surprise, Potter. You knew this was coming. I never hid my intentions."
"I know, but --"
"Honestly, Potter! Did you think that we would fall in love, and I would turn my back on my family? That I would run off with you like some lovesick teenager, forfeiting the opportunity to have a family?"
Harry looked into eyes so cold that a shiver ran down his spine. "Yes?" he answered feebly. He knew it was stupid. He knew he was weak. But he had fallen in love with Draco, and now everything was different.
"Nothing's changed, Potter. I'm the same man I was the first time we fucked. And that's all it ever was. You'd best accept that and move on. I intend to."
Harry's blood ran cold at the words he was hearing. Draco couldn't mean them, not after everything. Harry stood there, stunned, unable to move. His chest was constricting and his stomach was threatening to expel its contents right there. It was all he could do to maintain his composure.
"Go take up with the she-weasel again; I'm sure she's willing. She's probably been waiting for this moment for two years."
Two years. That's how long they had been together. No matter what Draco said, or how many times he called him Potter or said it was just about sex, Harry knew better. He remembered everything, and Draco did too.
"Fine," he said in as cold a voice as he could manage. "You're engaged now. You're moving on. Go on. Enjoy the rest of your life in a loveless marriage, living a lie. Because that's what it'll be, and you know it. Denying who you are, what you are - that's sad, Draco. You know what? I feel sorry for you."
"Oh, spare me!"
"No, really, I do. But don't worry. I won't bother you any more. You've made it perfectly clear that you've made your choice. I understand the importance of family. I always imagined myself having children too, but ... well, life isn't always easy, is it?"
"No, it's not," Draco said, regret evident in his tone.
"You see, I thought you'd given up on that whole notion of family obligations and blindly following what Lucius had planned, but I guess I was wrong." It was a low blow, if the cold look Draco shot him was any indication.
"Fuck you, Potter!"
"Oh, no, Draco. I believe you've made it perfectly clear that that won't be happening again."
"Whatever," he growled. "Must you be such an arse?"
"Me? Oh, I'm sorry, Malfoy. Am I not taking this the way you had hoped? After two years of - what did you say? Oh, right. After two years of fucking, you decide to brush me off. I'll admit to being just a little surprised."
"Harry, look, I didn't --"
"I hope you've thought this through, Draco, because it'll be a cold day in hell before you ever come near me again."
***
As Harry walked away, Draco had to fight strongly to resist the urge to run after him, to tell him he hadn't meant it, to tell him he really did love him. But what good would that do either of them?
Draco was engaged now. He was going to get married, have children, and make a home for them. He wasn't planning on living a lie. He would have his dalliances, but he wouldn't reduce Harry to that. He knew Harry would only hate himself for it.
Harry was better off thinking Draco was just a cold-hearted bastard after all.
.