Draco had gotten used to this routine;during the week pretending to hate Harry-especially during potions, and over the weekend being his "sidechick" or in his own words, fucktoy. He shook his head and got out of bed deciding that right now was not the time to think about useless crushes. Plus, he thought to himself, I should feel good about this; I mean Harry is choosing to cheat on weaslette with me. And then he went to his previous thoughts; the words that Pansy told him when Harry and him started this whole ordeal ,"Dray, you're going to get hurt, you practically love the guy and he's just using you; this isn't love" Draci scoffed, of course he knew this wasn't love. He didn't need love, he didn't need gifts, words of encouragement, support, he's independent. Besides, in the words of his father "love holds you back" and he didn't need anything of that sort, or at least That's what he told himself. Later that day; while in the great hall, Draco stole a glance at Harry, and what he saw broke his heart a bit. I mean-it isn't like he wasn't used to the weaselette and Harry kissing, he just didn't like it. And,no, it was "not" because the blonde had feelings for the brunette, that could never happen, not in a million years. It was just because it was disgusting-yeah, that's it! He didn't like it because those two were a disgusting pair, that's wh-Draco turned to look at Pansy ,"yes?" He asked irritated by Pansy interrupting him, Pansy sighed and wiped the tear that was rolling down Draco's cheek,"oh,hun...." She hugged him tightly and he hugged back just as tight, a sob escaping his lips;surprising everyone around him, knowing that no matter how much he loved that idiot Brunette, the brunette could never love a useless ex-deatheater back.