Avenue Q series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,070
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Life Outside your apartment
Avenue Q Series
Title: There Is Life Outside Your Apartment
Author: lildove42
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D implied.
Length: 328 words
Summary: Post war. Depressed Harry.
Disclaimer: So the characters belong to JK Rowling and the series is based on songs from the musical Avenue Q.
A/N: Thanks, ninjette72 and I have to say thanks to your comment at the end of the fic: fuck you for saying you’re not a good writer, it made me laugh.
“Harry, come on! I haven’t seen you socially in ages! What have you been up to?”
Harry cradled the receiver in between his neck and shoulder. “Oh, you know. I’ve been busy with work and…” What else had he been busy with? Mourning? That was hardly a sound activity. “Stuff,” he finished lamely.
“Well, you’re coming out with us tonight. A bunch of us are meeting at the Leaky Cauldron for drinks. Ron is under orders to drag you kicking and screaming if he has to, so don’t put up a fight, Harry.”
He looked up at the clock on the wall. 4 p.m. Hours until bedtime. Couldn’t use that as an excuse. “I brought some work to finish up; I don’t know if tonight is such a good night…”
Luna Lovegood interrupted him with a sharp voice. “Dammit, Harry. There is life outside your apartment if you just get off your ass. This shit can’t come to you.”
Harry sighed.
“You never know, you could meet someone else.”
“I don’t want to fucking meet someone else. I’ll go to your damn drinking tonight and I’ll smile and laugh and generally pretend to have a good time. But you can’t ask more than that from me.”
He didn’t listen to what Luna said as he hung up the phone.
****
But Luna was right. He did meet someone that night. He never knew that his friends were so worried about him that they had hired a woman for him. He wouldn’t have cared. He took her home and fucked her until she begged him to stop. He covered her mouth and forgot that it was a woman and not him. He forgot the time that had passed and the loss he had felt at the news. And for a few small minutes, he was back in 12 Grimmauld Place with a little, shared room, the night before the big battle, the only night that he ever really lived.
Title: There Is Life Outside Your Apartment
Author: lildove42
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D implied.
Length: 328 words
Summary: Post war. Depressed Harry.
Disclaimer: So the characters belong to JK Rowling and the series is based on songs from the musical Avenue Q.
A/N: Thanks, ninjette72 and I have to say thanks to your comment at the end of the fic: fuck you for saying you’re not a good writer, it made me laugh.
“Harry, come on! I haven’t seen you socially in ages! What have you been up to?”
Harry cradled the receiver in between his neck and shoulder. “Oh, you know. I’ve been busy with work and…” What else had he been busy with? Mourning? That was hardly a sound activity. “Stuff,” he finished lamely.
“Well, you’re coming out with us tonight. A bunch of us are meeting at the Leaky Cauldron for drinks. Ron is under orders to drag you kicking and screaming if he has to, so don’t put up a fight, Harry.”
He looked up at the clock on the wall. 4 p.m. Hours until bedtime. Couldn’t use that as an excuse. “I brought some work to finish up; I don’t know if tonight is such a good night…”
Luna Lovegood interrupted him with a sharp voice. “Dammit, Harry. There is life outside your apartment if you just get off your ass. This shit can’t come to you.”
Harry sighed.
“You never know, you could meet someone else.”
“I don’t want to fucking meet someone else. I’ll go to your damn drinking tonight and I’ll smile and laugh and generally pretend to have a good time. But you can’t ask more than that from me.”
He didn’t listen to what Luna said as he hung up the phone.
****
But Luna was right. He did meet someone that night. He never knew that his friends were so worried about him that they had hired a woman for him. He wouldn’t have cared. He took her home and fucked her until she begged him to stop. He covered her mouth and forgot that it was a woman and not him. He forgot the time that had passed and the loss he had felt at the news. And for a few small minutes, he was back in 12 Grimmauld Place with a little, shared room, the night before the big battle, the only night that he ever really lived.