Title: The Boy Who Kept Falling in Love
Writer: Me; Azkaban91; Rosa.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't know these characters, I didn't create them, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is mine though, so don't steal.
Summary: Harry Potter keeps falling for the wrong girls... but maybe it's not a girl he's supposed to fall for.
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, a bunch of people that aren't really interesting.
Author's note: This is my first story in 3 years, so don't be too hard on me. I personally think the later chapters are better, because I really had to get back into writing again.

Harry stormed into his dormroom. How could he have been so stupid. He should have known Lisa wasn't really interested in him, should've known she only did it for the fame. She always had a thing for the tabloids. Scolding himself he flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes.

He had been dating Lisa Turpin for only 3 weeks, but he was sure she was different than all the other girls. She seemed to be genuinely interested in him, unlike the lot of them who thought he was hot because he was the Boy Who Lived. He should've known that it was only an act. As soon as she had gotten the chance, she ran to the Prophet to have a nice little interview with Rita Skeeter about her supposedly boyfriend, and how he treated her. Telling everyone he was abusive, making her look like a victim. After that she had dumped him in front of the entire Great Hall. Saying how she had really tried to make it work, and not being able to put up with it anymore. Several people came up to her afterwards and told her how strong she was and how good it was that she finally stood up for herself. He hadn't really noticed, his sight had gotten blurry and he had stormed of. Ignoring his friends' cries.

That had been a week ago. He hadn't left his dorm room since. Sure, he tried, but everytime he opened the door he could hear the laughter and happiness from the Common Room and he quickly fled back in. He didn't want to be the one who ruined their good moods.

"Harry." A soft voice called.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the door where Hermione and Ron had just entered.

"Harry..." Hermione repeated. "Please come down with us. You have to get your mind off of her. It's no good for you to sit around moping all day."

He sighed. Why couldn't they just leave him alone and let him think of what an idiot he was.

"Come on, no one believes that crap Lisa said." Ron said. "Fucking bitch." He mumbled.

"Ron's right, Harry. Everyone knows she's just pulling a stunt to get attention." Hermione continued.

Harry groaned.

"Why are you two so persistant in me coming down with you? Can't I just stay here for a while?"

"No you can't, Harry." Hermione said. "There's this party tonight and I really want you to go. You have to. Even if it's just to get you thinking about something else for a while."

Harry closed his eyes again. Maybe he should go. After all it's been more than a week, and he was getting a little frustrated in the small room.

He opened his eyes to look at his friends, who looked back at him with the most pleading expressions he had ever seen. He groaned.

"All right, fine. I'll go." He muttered.

Hermione smiled brightly. "It'll do you good. I promise."

"But before we go," Ron started. "you should really take a shower. I doubt you've taken one at all past week." He laughed.

Harry felt himself blush slightly. Ron was right, and when he thought about it, he felt a little gross.

The shower felt good and refreshing. Emerging from the bathroom, Harry picked up a red shirt from the ground and pulled a pair of black jeans from the closet. He pulled a hand through his hair, but figured there wasn't much to do about the black mess. He sighed. Well, he had to make his way downstairs at some point, so why not now.

When he arrived in the common room, Ron and Hermione were already there.

"Hey Harry, you ready?" Ron smiled.

Harry shrugged. "I guess so." He gave a reluctant smile.

"So, where's this party anyway?" Harry asked as they made to leave the common room.

"An empty classroom in the dungeons." Hermione replied. "There's this whole corridor no-one ever uses. So I'm pretty sure we won't get caught."

Parties were pretty usual at Hogwarts nowadays, it helped the students release some stress. That still didn't mean the teachers allowed it, so they always had to sneak around.

When they arrived at the party it was already quite busy. Several girls elbowed their friends in the sides and started gossiping the moment they realised who had entered. Harry groaned, but Hermione just shot them a dirty look and the girls immediatly shut up.

"I'm sorry Harry." She said. "Some people are just too stupid to know the truth."

Harry sighed. "It's fine, really." He hadn't expected anything different. He scanned the room and quickly saw a bar that had come out of nowhere.

"If you're looking for me, I'll be at the bar." He said an quickly made his way over there, not seeing the worried looks his friends shared.

He had already downed quite a big amount of liqour when someone decided to entertain him with their presence.

"Potter."

Harry looked to his side but already knew who was talking to him. Only one person sneered like that.

"What do you want Malfoy?" He replied groggily, already drunk of his ass.

"Oh, are we in a bad mood? Miss your famefucking girlfriend, don't you?" Malfoy laughed

"Shuttup Malfoy." He slurred and grabbed another drink.

"Touchy much? No wonder she dumped you, you're an emotional wreck. The Boy Who Lived to be an Alcoholic." Malfoy snorted as he himself downed another shot of Firewhisky. If Harry was a little more sober he would have realised that Malfoy had downed his fair share of drinks during the night as well, and that the effects had started to kick in.

"Fuck you!" Harry cried in his drunken state. Malfoy laughed.

"Like you even could. Bet your dick is about 2 inches long. Is that why everyone dumps you, Potter? Because you're not statisfying?"

"Hell yeah I could. I bet you wish my 2 inch cock was in your tight virgin ass now, don't you Malfoy?" Harry retorted.

"I'm not a fucking virgin, and I'd fuck you into the floor within seconds!"

Harry smiled at Malfoy's angry demeanor. He had hit a sensitive spot obviously.

"Liar." He snorted.

"You don't believe me?"

"No."

"Well, I'll fucking show you!"