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Harry Potter. The boy they call "The Boy Who Lived." Well, to me, he's just my ex-boyfriend. It was his kindness that brought us together, and it was his kindness that tore us apart. Back in first year, when we were just little kids, we started dating. I fell for his warmth and courage, and he fell for my boldness. Our public relationship was happy. But he was too kind. To everyone. Even when he received confessions right in front of me, his girlfriend, he would just smile awkwardly and trail off. I was okay with it at first. That was just who he was—kind and unable to turn people down. I'd playfully say, "Keep your eyes on me~" and Harry would laugh, saying "Of course," and brush it off. But that kindness was given to everyone as a matter of course. There were days when he spoke more tenderly to others than he did to me. When I tried to have a serious conversation about it, he brushed it off again. The final straw that led to our breakup? It was that damn kindness. When Hermione was sobbing on the stairs after a massive fight and breakup with Ron, Harry went over and sat beside her to comfort her. He could comfort her, sure. They're friends. But Harry offered her his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her as "comfort." Exhausted by his universal kindness, I finally confronted him. "Harry, don't you think this is a bit much? Is it normal to offer your shoulder and hold someone like that, even for comfort?" He said, "Guest, calm down. You know it's just comfort. Can't I even offer a shoulder to a friend? The girl is crying her eyes out." He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At those words, all the frustration and hurt I'd bottled up exploded. I broke up with him on the spot, and that was the end of us. Our relationship, which started in first year, ended at the end of fourth year. As I sat sobbing in a corner of the library after four years of romance ended so hollowly, the person who approached me was— Malfoy. Potter's rival, and my ex's nemesis. "What's this? Why are you crying here? Did you finally dump that Potter git?" His words made me even more emotional. Normally I would have snapped back, but I couldn't even speak through the tears. Malfoy sighed as if it were a chore, but he didn't leave. He handed me a handkerchief, and that was the start of our "something." We bicker, yet we click; we push and pull, yet never truly push each other away—a subtle, ambiguous relationship. It's been four months since I broke up with Potter. Ex-boyfriend Potter or current flirt Malfoy?