Mr. Tambourine Man
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,134
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Mold you into someone who could
Cherish me as much as I cherish you
The Association (Cherish)
“Were you happy, Harry?” asked the voice whom Harry knew since Hogwarts.
Harry was peering down at London from the roof of the twenty story building. Did he ever loved? Of course. Didn’t he? The caresses. The kisses. The sex. He loved it didn’t he?
“I’m not sure if I can answer that,” he replied. “Because I wasn’t sure if it was love and happiness I felt when I was with her, or if it was expected of me to love her and have happiness with her.”
“So you weren’t.”
“I said I can’t answer that question. A man can love it when a woman touches and kisses him. He loves the sex. It’s all about the sex.”
“It was all about the sex with Ginny then.”
“I guess so.”
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Two long uneventful weeks passed since the engagement party. Harry was swamped with work at the Ministry and rarely came home before 2 in the morning. Ginny was also occupied with work. Hermione, Harry thought briefly, was probably painting another picture. He leaned back in his chair and pulled away from his desk. He was completely drained. It was nearing 1pm and he still had a few more files to go through. He threw his quill aside and got up to get a cup of coffee at the lounge strictly for those in the Wizards and Muggles’ Relations department.
To his surprise Draco was there sitting on a couch reading an old issue of the Daily Prophet, and drinking a mug of hot coffee; black. The two didn’t exchange words as Harry poured himself some coffee until he settled himself down to a chair far opposite from Draco.
“How’d you like the party?” Draco asked, folding the newspaper in half and throwing it onto the table.
“It was fine. A blast.”
“Your tone makes it sound like it wasn’t.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m fucking tired as hell.”
“You should take some of this then,” Draco held out three red capsules in his hand to him.
“And why should I take anything from an enemy.”
“Former enemy. I’m not the same person as I was in Hogwarts.”
“To be honest, Malfoy-”
“Draco.”
“I just don’t trust you.”
“Trust isn’t gain through suspicions. It can only be achieved through taking risks.”
“I’m really tired, Malfoy. I don’t have time for these games anymore.”
Draco took his hand and placed the capsules in Harry’s palm. “This isn’t a game. Maybe there are some tricks, but nothing too serious. Well, I better get going. Take one pill for one day. Those three are enough. Never take it with alcohol. It should make you feel much more relax.”
Draco left. Harry went back to work.
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11pm
“Where the FUCK were YOU?!” Ginny screamed angrily at Harry who just entered the front door of their flat, tired and confused at his wife’s screaming.
Harry shrugged off his coat, and turned to look at Ginny. “What are you talking about?”
“You were suppose to MEET ME AT THE NEW RESTAURANT IN DIAGON ALLEY FOR LUNCH!”
“Why didn’t you use the cell phone to call and remind me.”
“I DID! BUT SOMEONE HERE DIDN’T EVEN TURN THEIR’S ON.”
“I’m sorry, Gin. And you DON’T HAVE TO SCREAM SO FUCKING LOUD!!!”
“I CAN’T HELP IT! I’M SORRY FOR GETTING ANNNNGGRRYY AT MY HUSBAND WHO STOOD ME UP!!”
“I HAD TO WORK, GINNY! ONE OF US HAVE TO BRING IN THE REAL MONEY JUST SO WE CAN MAKE A GOOD FUCKING LIVING! THAT’S WHAT REAL GROWN UPS DO!”
“I WORK TOO! You’re NOT the ONLY ONE!”
“Yeah, sure, working at your twin brothers’ joke shop for a living is real money. You’ve got your work cut for you; selling Ton Tongue Toffees to spoiled jokster kids.”
Ginny’s eyes were spilling tears, yet Harry didn’t feel like moving towards her to wipe them away. “Pathetic, you know, Harry? You are fucking pathetic.”
Harry bursted into the kitchen. He was tired. He was angry. And the last thing he wanted was to come home to this kind of attitude from a wife. “If you want to know pathetic, Ginny, just look in the mirror.”
He opened the refridgerator and took out an unopened bottle of vodka as it was the only beverage in the household. He poured himself a shot and drank. He repeated the motion three more times before he began to feel the familiar buzz, and the overall dizziness.
He drifted to sleep on the table. The bottle of vodka slipped from his hand and the table. It dropped to floor, breaking into pieces.
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“And if it was about the sex with Ginny...what was Hermione to you? Friendship? Love? Happiness?
“I don’t know.”
“Let me ask you this then: If Hermione hadn’t offer you to go with her...do you think somehow you would’ve gotten together and the same events would have followed anyways?”
Harry didn’t answer. An image returned to him once more.
He was naked sitting at the corner of the shower. The body was in the bedroom wrapped in the bedsheets, which not long had they made terrible love on top of it.
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“Wake up.”
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Mold you into someone who could
Cherish me as much as I cherish you
The Association (Cherish)
“Were you happy, Harry?” asked the voice whom Harry knew since Hogwarts.
Harry was peering down at London from the roof of the twenty story building. Did he ever loved? Of course. Didn’t he? The caresses. The kisses. The sex. He loved it didn’t he?
“I’m not sure if I can answer that,” he replied. “Because I wasn’t sure if it was love and happiness I felt when I was with her, or if it was expected of me to love her and have happiness with her.”
“So you weren’t.”
“I said I can’t answer that question. A man can love it when a woman touches and kisses him. He loves the sex. It’s all about the sex.”
“It was all about the sex with Ginny then.”
“I guess so.”
================================================================
Two long uneventful weeks passed since the engagement party. Harry was swamped with work at the Ministry and rarely came home before 2 in the morning. Ginny was also occupied with work. Hermione, Harry thought briefly, was probably painting another picture. He leaned back in his chair and pulled away from his desk. He was completely drained. It was nearing 1pm and he still had a few more files to go through. He threw his quill aside and got up to get a cup of coffee at the lounge strictly for those in the Wizards and Muggles’ Relations department.
To his surprise Draco was there sitting on a couch reading an old issue of the Daily Prophet, and drinking a mug of hot coffee; black. The two didn’t exchange words as Harry poured himself some coffee until he settled himself down to a chair far opposite from Draco.
“How’d you like the party?” Draco asked, folding the newspaper in half and throwing it onto the table.
“It was fine. A blast.”
“Your tone makes it sound like it wasn’t.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m fucking tired as hell.”
“You should take some of this then,” Draco held out three red capsules in his hand to him.
“And why should I take anything from an enemy.”
“Former enemy. I’m not the same person as I was in Hogwarts.”
“To be honest, Malfoy-”
“Draco.”
“I just don’t trust you.”
“Trust isn’t gain through suspicions. It can only be achieved through taking risks.”
“I’m really tired, Malfoy. I don’t have time for these games anymore.”
Draco took his hand and placed the capsules in Harry’s palm. “This isn’t a game. Maybe there are some tricks, but nothing too serious. Well, I better get going. Take one pill for one day. Those three are enough. Never take it with alcohol. It should make you feel much more relax.”
Draco left. Harry went back to work.
================================================================
11pm
“Where the FUCK were YOU?!” Ginny screamed angrily at Harry who just entered the front door of their flat, tired and confused at his wife’s screaming.
Harry shrugged off his coat, and turned to look at Ginny. “What are you talking about?”
“You were suppose to MEET ME AT THE NEW RESTAURANT IN DIAGON ALLEY FOR LUNCH!”
“Why didn’t you use the cell phone to call and remind me.”
“I DID! BUT SOMEONE HERE DIDN’T EVEN TURN THEIR’S ON.”
“I’m sorry, Gin. And you DON’T HAVE TO SCREAM SO FUCKING LOUD!!!”
“I CAN’T HELP IT! I’M SORRY FOR GETTING ANNNNGGRRYY AT MY HUSBAND WHO STOOD ME UP!!”
“I HAD TO WORK, GINNY! ONE OF US HAVE TO BRING IN THE REAL MONEY JUST SO WE CAN MAKE A GOOD FUCKING LIVING! THAT’S WHAT REAL GROWN UPS DO!”
“I WORK TOO! You’re NOT the ONLY ONE!”
“Yeah, sure, working at your twin brothers’ joke shop for a living is real money. You’ve got your work cut for you; selling Ton Tongue Toffees to spoiled jokster kids.”
Ginny’s eyes were spilling tears, yet Harry didn’t feel like moving towards her to wipe them away. “Pathetic, you know, Harry? You are fucking pathetic.”
Harry bursted into the kitchen. He was tired. He was angry. And the last thing he wanted was to come home to this kind of attitude from a wife. “If you want to know pathetic, Ginny, just look in the mirror.”
He opened the refridgerator and took out an unopened bottle of vodka as it was the only beverage in the household. He poured himself a shot and drank. He repeated the motion three more times before he began to feel the familiar buzz, and the overall dizziness.
He drifted to sleep on the table. The bottle of vodka slipped from his hand and the table. It dropped to floor, breaking into pieces.
================================================================
“And if it was about the sex with Ginny...what was Hermione to you? Friendship? Love? Happiness?
“I don’t know.”
“Let me ask you this then: If Hermione hadn’t offer you to go with her...do you think somehow you would’ve gotten together and the same events would have followed anyways?”
Harry didn’t answer. An image returned to him once more.
He was naked sitting at the corner of the shower. The body was in the bedroom wrapped in the bedsheets, which not long had they made terrible love on top of it.
================================================================
“Wake up.”