Fiction is Not Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,135
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or its settings. I am not getting paid for this or making any type of profit from it. I'm just having some fun.
Chapter 3
He was sitting in the kitchen, blankly staring at his tea. He hated himself, knowing what he had done. It was different when he was wanking off to a fictional character, but now all he felt was shame, even going as far as to believe he had cheated on Ginny somehow, and with Draco Malfoy, no less. He couldn’t believe he had never seen the similarities before. How did he not see them?
His body tensed when he heard the fireplace light up, knowing his wife was back. His heart suddenly pained, realizing he had to tell her the truth. He just hoped she would be able to forgive him.
“How are you feeling, Harry?” Ginny asked, seeing her husband sitting at the table.
He sighed and looked over at her, frowning. “Not well,” he truthfully answered.
She moved further inside the kitchen, holding a bag from Flourish & Blotts. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she began, sitting in the chair next to him and reaching inside the bag. “Maybe this will cheer you up,” she then smiled, handing him the final book from his favorite series.
His eyes widened in disbelief, grabbing the book out of her hands. He ran his hand over Balaur’s name, unable to keep the smile off his face. He looked up at his wife, not sure what to say.
She lightly rubbed his arm, standing up from the table and moving toward the counter to make herself a cup of tea. “I knew you’d be happy,” she said.
“I can’t believe he already released it,” Harry mumbled, turning the book over and skimming the summary on the back, feeling his stomach flutter in response. “I still haven’t even finished his third one.”
Ginny pursed her lips, staring out the window above the sink. When she was first told about the stories, she didn’t think much about them. She knew Harry was an open-minded person, and she understood that when one of his gay friends kept raving about the books, he simply began reading them to please his friend and to be able to talk about it with him.
Sadly, when the third book came out, she knew it was no longer about pleasing Neville. Not understanding what had her husband so enthralled, she began reading the books herself. By the end of the second book, she was crying, reality hitting her full force. She knew she should have said something to him, but that tiny part of her that didn’t want to believe any of it made her keep quiet. She selfishly hoped he would simply get over his little fascination after finishing the series and return to her wholeheartedly.
She cleared her throat, grabbing her cup of tea and moving toward him. “I bumped into Malfoy, by the way.”
Harry gulped, quickly looking up at her. “You did?” he asked, trying to remain uninterested.
She nodded, carefully taking a sip of her hot drink. “He asked about you,” she then said.
“Really?” he said, not able to hide his excitement anymore. “What did he say?”
She shrugged, “Not much. He just wanted to know how you were doing.”
“Oh.”
She rubbed his shoulder, sadly smiling down at him, feeling her eyes begin to tear. “Well, I have to put the stuff that I bought away. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, Harry,” she whispered.
“Thanks Ginny,” he smiled up at her, holding the book close to his heart.
*****
He sat on the couch, clutching the book tightly in his hand. For some reason, he couldn’t seem to let go of it. He casually flipped through the pages, excited to know how the series would end. He truly hoped for a happy ending, wanting Daniel to have that one perfect love he always sought after with Henry.
He suddenly stopped at a page that had a corner folded down. He furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement, opening the book wider to read the marked page.
I couldn’t stop fidgeting as I glanced around the small café. He had asked me to meet him at eight o’clock, explaining that he had something important to tell me. I was so nervous that I had actually arrived an hour early. What if he was breaking up with me? What if he met someone else, someone who didn’t have such a horrid past and could actually say the words that I have always felt for him, yet never been able to voice?
I glanced over at the door and blushed, seeing him enter. I was surprised by how quickly that hour went. He slowly approached my table and sat down, taking in a deep breath. I nervously swallowed, realizing that in any second our relationship could be over and he would never know the truth.
As soon as he opened his mouth, I quickly reached out and touched my finger to his lips, stopping him from speaking. “Before you say anything,” I anxiously began, needing to just finally say it, “I want you to know that I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. I know I should have told you this long before now, but I was scared. I was scared to admit these feelings not only to you, but to myself too.
“I love how you make my stomach flutter every time you’re around. I love pleasing you the way you want. I love that you’re the only one I ever think about. I love going to bed with you each night, and I love waking up next to you each morning. I love you, Henry. You’ve always been the one I wanted right from the start.”
Harry wiped the tears that were rolling down his face. He didn’t know if he could turn the page. He was so worried to know what Henry would say. Daniel was finally pouring his heart out to him, something Henry had wanted him to do for so long, but was it too late? Had Henry finally given up on their relationship?
Harry sniffed, slowly turning the page. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw a small piece of parchment tucked inside the binding. He wiped his eyes, slowly reaching for the note and opening it.
Life is not fiction. Fiction is not life. The combination is not easy, the two having been in strife. Love for one, the other still not sure. It’s time to understand. What is this allure?
Harry’s eyes widened, feeling his heart speed up in his chest. He suddenly turned the note over when he saw more writing on the back, his body freezing in response.
Eight o’clock, Leaky Cauldron.
***
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caroll: haha Probably one of the reasons why he hasn't been able to sleep with her since this little obsession started. :)
Black Padfoot: YES! I got a squeal!! lol Hope this chapter was soon enough for you, Stef. :)
yaoiObsessed: Yay! You came to read another one of my stories! :) I hope you will like this one. haha Yes, it is nice to know that Harry already likes him, in a way. Hope you enjoyed my quick update. Next chapter will be up tomorrow! :)
His body tensed when he heard the fireplace light up, knowing his wife was back. His heart suddenly pained, realizing he had to tell her the truth. He just hoped she would be able to forgive him.
“How are you feeling, Harry?” Ginny asked, seeing her husband sitting at the table.
He sighed and looked over at her, frowning. “Not well,” he truthfully answered.
She moved further inside the kitchen, holding a bag from Flourish & Blotts. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she began, sitting in the chair next to him and reaching inside the bag. “Maybe this will cheer you up,” she then smiled, handing him the final book from his favorite series.
His eyes widened in disbelief, grabbing the book out of her hands. He ran his hand over Balaur’s name, unable to keep the smile off his face. He looked up at his wife, not sure what to say.
She lightly rubbed his arm, standing up from the table and moving toward the counter to make herself a cup of tea. “I knew you’d be happy,” she said.
“I can’t believe he already released it,” Harry mumbled, turning the book over and skimming the summary on the back, feeling his stomach flutter in response. “I still haven’t even finished his third one.”
Ginny pursed her lips, staring out the window above the sink. When she was first told about the stories, she didn’t think much about them. She knew Harry was an open-minded person, and she understood that when one of his gay friends kept raving about the books, he simply began reading them to please his friend and to be able to talk about it with him.
Sadly, when the third book came out, she knew it was no longer about pleasing Neville. Not understanding what had her husband so enthralled, she began reading the books herself. By the end of the second book, she was crying, reality hitting her full force. She knew she should have said something to him, but that tiny part of her that didn’t want to believe any of it made her keep quiet. She selfishly hoped he would simply get over his little fascination after finishing the series and return to her wholeheartedly.
She cleared her throat, grabbing her cup of tea and moving toward him. “I bumped into Malfoy, by the way.”
Harry gulped, quickly looking up at her. “You did?” he asked, trying to remain uninterested.
She nodded, carefully taking a sip of her hot drink. “He asked about you,” she then said.
“Really?” he said, not able to hide his excitement anymore. “What did he say?”
She shrugged, “Not much. He just wanted to know how you were doing.”
“Oh.”
She rubbed his shoulder, sadly smiling down at him, feeling her eyes begin to tear. “Well, I have to put the stuff that I bought away. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, Harry,” she whispered.
“Thanks Ginny,” he smiled up at her, holding the book close to his heart.
He sat on the couch, clutching the book tightly in his hand. For some reason, he couldn’t seem to let go of it. He casually flipped through the pages, excited to know how the series would end. He truly hoped for a happy ending, wanting Daniel to have that one perfect love he always sought after with Henry.
He suddenly stopped at a page that had a corner folded down. He furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement, opening the book wider to read the marked page.
I couldn’t stop fidgeting as I glanced around the small café. He had asked me to meet him at eight o’clock, explaining that he had something important to tell me. I was so nervous that I had actually arrived an hour early. What if he was breaking up with me? What if he met someone else, someone who didn’t have such a horrid past and could actually say the words that I have always felt for him, yet never been able to voice?
I glanced over at the door and blushed, seeing him enter. I was surprised by how quickly that hour went. He slowly approached my table and sat down, taking in a deep breath. I nervously swallowed, realizing that in any second our relationship could be over and he would never know the truth.
As soon as he opened his mouth, I quickly reached out and touched my finger to his lips, stopping him from speaking. “Before you say anything,” I anxiously began, needing to just finally say it, “I want you to know that I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. I know I should have told you this long before now, but I was scared. I was scared to admit these feelings not only to you, but to myself too.
“I love how you make my stomach flutter every time you’re around. I love pleasing you the way you want. I love that you’re the only one I ever think about. I love going to bed with you each night, and I love waking up next to you each morning. I love you, Henry. You’ve always been the one I wanted right from the start.”
Harry wiped the tears that were rolling down his face. He didn’t know if he could turn the page. He was so worried to know what Henry would say. Daniel was finally pouring his heart out to him, something Henry had wanted him to do for so long, but was it too late? Had Henry finally given up on their relationship?
Harry sniffed, slowly turning the page. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw a small piece of parchment tucked inside the binding. He wiped his eyes, slowly reaching for the note and opening it.
Life is not fiction. Fiction is not life. The combination is not easy, the two having been in strife. Love for one, the other still not sure. It’s time to understand. What is this allure?
Harry’s eyes widened, feeling his heart speed up in his chest. He suddenly turned the note over when he saw more writing on the back, his body freezing in response.
Eight o’clock, Leaky Cauldron.
Thanks for your reviews!
caroll: haha Probably one of the reasons why he hasn't been able to sleep with her since this little obsession started. :)
Black Padfoot: YES! I got a squeal!! lol Hope this chapter was soon enough for you, Stef. :)
yaoiObsessed: Yay! You came to read another one of my stories! :) I hope you will like this one. haha Yes, it is nice to know that Harry already likes him, in a way. Hope you enjoyed my quick update. Next chapter will be up tomorrow! :)