Draco Malfoy was walking back from work, after an exhausting seven hours straight, all spent trying to figure out who had killed the Muggles in their latest case.

He had spent at least two of the hours worrying about what to do because of-

Him. Looking up, Draco saw the cause of all his worries strolling down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.

A strangled noise left his throat before he could stop it, and Harry jumped and looked directly at Malfoy. His gaze softened for a millisecond before he realized his mistake, and let his face take on an uninterested facade, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Turning his head, Harry continued on his path, a mite faster than before, and Draco was left staring at the spot where Harry had stood, with a look of horror and confusion, and above all, sadness.

Racing home, he burst through the front door, slamming it behind him, and finally let the tears flow.

Unbidden, the memories hit him, of the times, only a few weeks ago, when they had been truly happy.

Turning to face his raven-haired lover, Draco smiled softly and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.
Growling playfully, Harry pulled his head down again and smashed their lips together, pulling and sucking on his bottom lip until Draco moaned, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

Hugging Harry to his chest, he breathed in, inhaling the scent of nature and shaving cream that always seemed to follow him around.

Racing up the stairs, he tore into his bedroom, threw open the closet door, and grabbed the only thing that was left in there. He had packed practically everything else, preparing to move into a different house a few blocks down.

He couldn't last another year in this house, not even another month.

The only thing left in his closet was a cotton button-down shirt, light blue, with a white stripe over the pocket. It was Harry's. He had forgotten it when he moved out and decided to crash at his other ex's house, who just so happened to be Blaise Zabini, and Draco's old best friend.

It had been a lot of work, trying to convince the Golden Boy that he hadn't forgotten anything, he didn't need to come and look, but he had finally managed to do it.

Bringing the shirt to his nose, he inhaled the familiar scent, his muscles automatically relaxing, the stress from the day evaporating.

Even though it had already been a few weeks since Draco was left drowning in his own tears, the shirt still retained the smell, bringing along with it the memories.

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Draco shot up in bed, panting and gasping for air. He couldn't sleep. No matter what he did. He had tried sleeping pills and spells, but he was always thrown out of that by a vivid dream about Harry. The dreams and memories always haunted him at night.

Laying back in bed, he decided to try a tried but true Muggle method- counting sheep.

Closing his eyes and relaxing, he imagined fluffy white sheep hopping over a brown fence, baaa-ing with every hop.

One... Two... he counted silently, growing more confident that it was working, the more sheep hopped over the fence.

However, as he watched through his mind's eye, the sheeps' face began to morph, until he saw miniature fluffy Harry Potters hopping over the fence.

Draco... they called softly with each hop.

Shooting up in bed, he rubbed his eyes until the urge to cry left him.

"Dammit!" he cursed, slamming his fist into the wall, trying to erase the dream from his mind.

"What happened to us?" he muttered, shaking his head. "We used to be happy."

They had gotten together a few years after graduating, having finally admitted that their obsession with each other wasn't fully built on hate.

The first few years had been heaven. Coming home to Harry's and his house, yelling "I'm home!" and having Harry, whose work hours ended earlier than his did, run out of the living room and wrap Draco in his arms, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

Having someone to spend the cold nights with, cuddled up next to each other, staring into the roaring fire, and doing... other things there as well.

When winter came this year, he would be alone, he realized. The thought sent am arrow of pain straight through his heart.

After the first few years, Harry... changed, if that was the right way to describe it.

He had started staying out every other night, and coming home at around 4 in the morning. He was less responsive to Draco's efforts to reach out, shied away from hugs and misses, and stayed out working until long past the time Draco got home. They hadn't had sex in three years when the day came. Three. Years.

Draco had stuck with him as long as he could, hoping that things would change, and that he would find the old Harry, the one who loved cuddling at the end if a rough day, until the day Harry ended it all.

He could remember the day it ended as if it were yesterday.

They had been cuddling on the couch (well, Draco basically forced him to), and Harry finally decided to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Draco?" he said hesitantly.

"Yeah.. sweetie?" If Harry noticed that Draco had to force the pet name our of his mouth, he thankfully didn't comment on it.

Instead, Harry said the four worst words that you could say to your other half.

"We need to talk."

After getting over his initial shock, he managed to choke out an "About what?"

Wriggling to get free from Draco's grip, Harry turned around and looked at him.

"I don't think this relationship is working out."

"Wh- What do you mean?" he asked, beginning to tremble slightly.

"C'mon, Drakey, you know what I mean. The past three years have been... weird."

'You're the one making it awkward!!!' Draco wanted to yell, but he simply nodded.

"Have you- been cheating on me?"

Harry looked confused for a second, before he flushed bright red and shook his head quickly. "N-no! I would never do that. Anyway, I think we should-"
"Get out." The frosty tone of Draco's voice wasn't lost on Harry, and he stared incredulously at Draco.

"Wh- What?"

"Get. Out." Draco was barely holding it together, and the longer Harry stayed there, the more vulnerable he would become.

"But, Drakey, come on, what are you..." Trailing off, he reached for his cheek.

"Don't."

Harry's hand stopped. "Its not you, Drakey, it's just that I've met someone else-"

"WHAT???" Draco exploded. Jumping up from the couch, he pointed a shaking finger at Harry. "So you have been cheating on me??"

"N-No, we haven't done anything yet-"

"Yet?? So you were PLANNING TO???"

"No-yes-kind of-"

"Who is it." Collapsing back onto the couch, Draco's body began to tremble more violently.

"Bl-Bla-"

"Blaise?"

"Ye-Yes."

"You cheated on me with my best friend?"

"We didn't- "

"Leave."

"He-"

"Leave. Get out. Get out of my fucking house."

"Where do I-"

"Go to your new boyfriend's house. Sleep there. Just get out."

"O-Okay." With that, Harry raced upstairs, and a few seconds later, Draco heard drawers slamming and doors opening and closing.

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A half hour later, Harry stomped downstairs with two full suitcases.

"Well, g'bye Draco."

When silence was the only thing that followed, he sighed, and pushed out the door, already dialing in Blaise's number.

"Goodbye." Draco said weakly once the door had shut behind him.

Pulling himself out of the memory, he lay back down slowly, telling himself to push the dreams out of his head, no matter what, and fell into a restless sleep.

Part 1: Fin
Lyrics:
Who are you,
You're looking like a stranger
You were once my love and my savior

Now I'm left with nothing but your makeup
On my pillow

And I can't sleep
The pills have never helped
Tried counting sheep
Still hurts like hell

I can't believe this rose has lost its red
And its petals

Who put that rock in your chest,
Won't you tell me?
If I said I wished you the best,
I was lying.

More later! :D