|The Greatest Thing
Author: Joanne Lupin PM
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Moulin RougeRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,363 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-28-11 - Published: 10-03-11 - id: 7434703
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Why did it have to happen here? He should have expected this, but it still made him reel. One moment he was having a lovely morning with his friends and family, and the next that grey gaze was hitting him like a bullet. Memories came rushing back. Old wounds reopened. He'd thought he'd been able to move on, but he hadn't.
The others had noticed the man now, along with his wife and son, and he was forced to make small talk as his heart broke along old scars. Those steel eyes stared coldly. There was no warmth, no recognition, no acknowledgement that the two had shared any more than a silly schoolboy rivalry.
"How could you do this to me?" Harry wanted to scream. "I gave you everything, and you tossed me aside! You used me. You lied to me. You betrayed me. And now you don't even say 'hello' to me. I hate you, Draco Malfoy!"
Harry swallowed the bitter taste, liquid loathing creeping up his throat and coating his mouth, and turned back to his family. He was happy now- or, at least, that's what he told himself when heartache kept him up at night. He had a beautiful wife, three healthy children, and a good career. His two best friends kept close. He was legally a member of the family that had taken him in from the moment he met them. What more could he ask for? And yet…
Looking at Draco made him think about the way things were. There'd been excitement. There'd been romance. Most of all, there'd been love- or so Harry had thought. Hadn't Draco felt it? Hadn't Harry shown him?
How could it have all been a lie?
Draco pasted a cold, harsh look on his face. All these years, he'd readied himself for the day when he'd see Harry Potter again. But it had been in vain. One look at those broken emerald eyes and it was all he could do to keep from running up and explaining everything. He tossed some lame excuse at Astoria and ran off to a deserted corner of the platform. His breath came in hard gasps and tears stung his eyes.
He couldn't do this anymore. He was tired of living in a web of lies, tired of being trapped by terrible pride and unspoken threats. And now that they both had children at Hogwarts, he'd see Harry more and more. How could he relive this, year after year?
Draco knew the answer: he couldn't. After all this time, he still couldn't bear to see Harry in pain, even pain Draco had caused only to save him. Besides, what was holding him back now? Certainly he could take whatever abuse his father threw at him. Draco wasn't afraid anymore.
His resolve hardened, Draco returned to Astoria and Scorpius. It was easier, now, to act as if nothing was wrong. Maybe it was because he wasn't acting for Harry's sake anymore, but just for his wife and child, for whom he'd been acting for years.
Don't worry, Harry, Draco thought, smiling imperceptibly. I'll come back soon. I'll tell you the whole story. And we'll be together again.