The Fallen Angel
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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43,594
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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The Fallen Angel
HP/DM/SS
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Laughter and music swirled around the den of number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was Christmas time and Harry was alone for another year.
He sighed morosely and glanced around at the couples chattering away. It always seemed to Harry that he was alone even in a crowd.
He didn’t miss the secret glances and kisses under the mistletoe that the couple indulged in. It seemed everyone had someone.
Bill with his wife Fleur and their newborn Angelica. Ron and Hermione had finally figured out they liked each other and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were giggling like children under the mistletoe.
Charlie and Neville were snuggling in a corner. Bill was engaged in a heated debate with Severus as both Remus and Draco looked on.
Yes, there were many Slytherins at this party for the war had ended and Harry had extended his hand in friendship to all the houses.
Harry heaved another sigh and with a roll of his eyes he headed for the balcony. The cold night air bit into his cheeks and he couldn’t stop a shiver. ‘Ha’, He thought as he pulled a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.
‘I’d rather be cold than sick to my stomach’. He took a drag and wondered again why he let Mrs. Weasley talk him into having a Christmas party.
He hated Christmas. It only reminded him of not having any presents at the Dursley’s and having to spend Christmas in Hogwarts to escape.
He loved Hogwarts but it would have been nice to see a family that loved him and wanted him home at Christmas time.
He heard the screen door pull behind him and he turned sideways to see Hermione giving him a disapproving glare at the cigarette still dangling from his lips.
She gave him a once over taking in his now shoulder length black hair and emerald eyes bright without glasses.
She could see he was cold as his lightly tanned skin didn’t hide the red of the winters chill.
“You know you shouldn’t smoke Harry”, She pulled the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it.
“Aw, come off it ‘mione,” Harry furrowed his brow in annoyance at this old argument. “There’s nothing wrong with taking a drag now and then”, He turned as if to go inside.
“Why did you leave?” she stared searchingly into his eyes. He laughed at her concerned expression.
“I’m fine I just had to leave before all that happiness made me sick to my stomach”, He grinned wryly. Her expression changed to one of even deeper worry.
“Harry, you should be happy too, it’s Christmas and we’re free”, she leaned closer to rest a hand on his arm and caught the flash of despair in his eyes.
“You know you’ll find someone too, someone who will make you just as happy as we are”, she tried to reassure the furiously blinking man.
“I don’t want that, I don’t even think it’s possible, I just- I just want to be needed you know?” He turned back toward the tearful girl. This was not a new argument nor was it one they would ever agree on.
“I don’t need to be happy I just need someone to want me above all others, someone to tell me what I can and cannot do, someone to punish me if I hurt myself because sometimes….
Sometimes ‘mione… I don’t even know, I don’t even know that I’ve hurt myself until it’s too late and there’s no turning back. I can’t live like this on the edge of life hoping for someone who is willing to help me- to- to control me… Not to hurt me but for my own good. That’s what I want. What I crave with every fiber of my being”, he poured his heart out to the auburn haired woman.
“I think you have that one day Harry, but not if you don’t try you have to- you have to try Harry. You have to go after what you want and damn the consequences”, She cried at the broken expression on her friends face.
Harry turned away in shame as a treacherous thought flashed through his head. ‘No one would ever want a freak like me’. He felt his soul curl in on itself in anguish.
“I- I’ve decided to do the witches weekly most eligible bachelors spread next month. They’ve been hounding me for a while about doing an interview… you know fans want to know all about the boy who lived. There’ll be a photo shoot too”, Harry blurted out trying to divert from the topic at hand.
Hermione sighed as she let him go on about smiles and nosy reporters and terrible pictures. She knew deep down inside that he needed someone to love him and cherish him.
As her eyes wandered thought the glass doors of the balcony they caught silver eyes filled with worry and a longing obsidian gaze.
‘Maybe’, She thought as she looked back at the man who loved, ‘Harry didn’t need one person but two to show him thahe was worth love and affection and lust’.
The Fallen Angel
HP/DM/SS
t Yaoi…. Don’t like don’t read!
Laughter and music swirled around the den of number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was Christmas time and Harry was alone for another year.
He sighed morosely and glanced around at the couples chattering away. It always seemed to Harry that he was alone even in a crowd.
He didn’t miss the secret glances and kisses under the mistletoe that the couple indulged in. It seemed everyone had someone.
Bill with his wife Fleur and their newborn Angelica. Ron and Hermione had finally figured out they liked each other and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were giggling like children under the mistletoe.
Charlie and Neville were snuggling in a corner. Bill was engaged in a heated debate with Severus as both Remus and Draco looked on.
Yes, there were many Slytherins at this party for the war had ended and Harry had extended his hand in friendship to all the houses.
Harry heaved another sigh and with a roll of his eyes he headed for the balcony. The cold night air bit into his cheeks and he couldn’t stop a shiver. ‘Ha’, He thought as he pulled a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.
‘I’d rather be cold than sick to my stomach’. He took a drag and wondered again why he let Mrs. Weasley talk him into having a Christmas party.
He hated Christmas. It only reminded him of not having any presents at the Dursley’s and having to spend Christmas in Hogwarts to escape.
He loved Hogwarts but it would have been nice to see a family that loved him and wanted him home at Christmas time.
He heard the screen door pull behind him and he turned sideways to see Hermione giving him a disapproving glare at the cigarette still dangling from his lips.
She gave him a once over taking in his now shoulder length black hair and emerald eyes bright without glasses.
She could see he was cold as his lightly tanned skin didn’t hide the red of the winters chill.
“You know you shouldn’t smoke Harry”, She pulled the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it.
“Aw, come off it ‘mione,” Harry furrowed his brow in annoyance at this old argument. “There’s nothing wrong with taking a drag now and then”, He turned as if to go inside.
“Why did you leave?” she stared searchingly into his eyes. He laughed at her concerned expression.
“I’m fine I just had to leave before all that happiness made me sick to my stomach”, He grinned wryly. Her expression changed to one of even deeper worry.
“Harry, you should be happy too, it’s Christmas and we’re free”, she leaned closer to rest a hand on his arm and caught the flash of despair in his eyes.
“You know you’ll find someone too, someone who will make you just as happy as we are”, she tried to reassure the furiously blinking man.
“I don’t want that, I don’t even think it’s possible, I just- I just want to be needed you know?” He turned back toward the tearful girl. This was not a new argument nor was it one they would ever agree on.
“I don’t need to be happy I just need someone to want me above all others, someone to tell me what I can and cannot do, someone to punish me if I hurt myself because sometimes….
Sometimes ‘mione… I don’t even know, I don’t even know that I’ve hurt myself until it’s too late and there’s no turning back. I can’t live like this on the edge of life hoping for someone who is willing to help me- to- to control me… Not to hurt me but for my own good. That’s what I want. What I crave with every fiber of my being”, he poured his heart out to the auburn haired woman.
“I think you have that one day Harry, but not if you don’t try you have to- you have to try Harry. You have to go after what you want and damn the consequences”, She cried at the broken expression on her friends face.
Harry turned away in shame as a treacherous thought flashed through his head. ‘No one would ever want a freak like me’. He felt his soul curl in on itself in anguish.
“I- I’ve decided to do the witches weekly most eligible bachelors spread next month. They’ve been hounding me for a while about doing an interview… you know fans want to know all about the boy who lived. There’ll be a photo shoot too”, Harry blurted out trying to divert from the topic at hand.
Hermione sighed as she let him go on about smiles and nosy reporters and terrible pictures. She knew deep down inside that he needed someone to love him and cherish him.
As her eyes wandered thought the glass doors of the balcony they caught silver eyes filled with worry and a longing obsidian gaze.
‘Maybe’, She thought as she looked back at the man who loved, ‘Harry didn’t need one person but two to show him thahe was worth love and affection and lust’.