I Don't Love You
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
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6,477
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27
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Chapter Three
Harry'sPOV
He was enjoying himself on this cruise. The ache in his heart couldn't be felt as keenly as before, probably due to the many activites going on, such as listening to some of the talks being held on the ship, or going off the ship when it reached a certain destination so as to shop around. He could even forget about Draco sometimes.
He had even managed to go online and send Hermione an email detailing his current situation, as well as asking her to pass a short note to Draco.
And now he was dressing up to go the the club onboard the ship.
Stepping through the doors he could feel the pound of the music going through him. The flashing lights, the people dancing... what he had not experienced since being with Draco. He shook his head. This wasn't the place to think of him. It was a place to help forget. And thus, he headed towards the bar, which was situated in a quieter area.
“A Black Russian, please.”
Then he heard, “Give me the same as the gentleman sitting next to me, will you?” coming distinctly from his right.
Turning around, he saw a guy with hair as dark as his, but the similarities ended there. The stranger was pale where he was tanned, with his hair trendily styled, but not in a mess. His lean body was clad in a dark suit, and his eyes... a warm, chocolatey brown.
He realised he was staring. Oops.
The man stuck out his hand. “Hey, I'm Will. And so as not to embarass myself further... am I barking up the wrong tree, or are you on the same wavelength as me?”
Harry shook his hand, but was confused. All he could say was, “I'm Harry. And... huh?”
Will grinned. “I'm gay.” He offered in explanation.
Harry's confusion cleared. “ Oh... that's what you meant. Yeah. I'm gay too. How could you tell? Do I have a sign saying 'Gay man here' somewhere about me?” He asked laughingly.
“Nope, just my inner gaydar. Which could be wrong sometimes. Or most of the time. Thus the asking to make sure.”
And the night went off, with Harry chatting with Will easily.
Draco's POV
Fuck. The last place he could detect Harry's magic was right outside the apartment, whic meant that Harry wasn't using his magic, or hidden away somewhere in a crowd of people.
There was a knock on the door. Opening it, he saw Granger standing outside.
“I've got a good mind not to pass you any notes from Harry, but you ought to have this. You deserve it.”
He took the note, with his heart pounding after hearing that Harry had made contact with Granger. Harry was somewhere nearby! Harry had given him a note! Harry had...
Malfoy,
You can choose to keep the apartment or not. Its yours now.
Pack up my belongings and give it to Hermione. She'll take care of it for me.
Have a pleasant fucking life, Malfoy. Hope you're happy with your slut.
Potter
He turned towards Granger.
“Why isn't the note in his writing? Is it forged? Is this a lie? Do you know where Harry is? Tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I want him back. Can you tell me where he is?”
Hermione snorted. “ Why would I bother lying to you? And why should I tell you where Harry is? You don't deserve to know it. The note isn't in his handwriting because he sent it through an email. Haven't you even touched the computer Harry bought? Damn you and your self-centeredness. It's always about you, isn't it? Owl me when you're done with Harry's belongings. I'll come back for it.”
With that, she turned on her heels and left.
Computer? Email? Harry had mentioned about those things before, including an email address... but he hadn't paid attention. All he knew were that they were muggle inventions. And thus not knowing. He had forgotten that the muggle world was a part of Harry, and this meant that Harry may be hiding somewhere in the muggle world.
Fuck. The muggle world was fucking big. How the fuck was he suppose to go looking there.
He went to the computer and sat down in front of it. And saw a sticky note with Harry's email address on top. He vaguely remembered Harry saying that he could be contacted through that by sending an email. Now, the question was, how was he supposed to do it?
Draco ran out, hoping to find a guide to using a computer in some muggle bookshop.
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hey! another chapter! earlier this time. i might post another chapter a few hours later, to make up for the possibility of not posting for the next two days.
enjoy!
He was enjoying himself on this cruise. The ache in his heart couldn't be felt as keenly as before, probably due to the many activites going on, such as listening to some of the talks being held on the ship, or going off the ship when it reached a certain destination so as to shop around. He could even forget about Draco sometimes.
He had even managed to go online and send Hermione an email detailing his current situation, as well as asking her to pass a short note to Draco.
And now he was dressing up to go the the club onboard the ship.
Stepping through the doors he could feel the pound of the music going through him. The flashing lights, the people dancing... what he had not experienced since being with Draco. He shook his head. This wasn't the place to think of him. It was a place to help forget. And thus, he headed towards the bar, which was situated in a quieter area.
“A Black Russian, please.”
Then he heard, “Give me the same as the gentleman sitting next to me, will you?” coming distinctly from his right.
Turning around, he saw a guy with hair as dark as his, but the similarities ended there. The stranger was pale where he was tanned, with his hair trendily styled, but not in a mess. His lean body was clad in a dark suit, and his eyes... a warm, chocolatey brown.
He realised he was staring. Oops.
The man stuck out his hand. “Hey, I'm Will. And so as not to embarass myself further... am I barking up the wrong tree, or are you on the same wavelength as me?”
Harry shook his hand, but was confused. All he could say was, “I'm Harry. And... huh?”
Will grinned. “I'm gay.” He offered in explanation.
Harry's confusion cleared. “ Oh... that's what you meant. Yeah. I'm gay too. How could you tell? Do I have a sign saying 'Gay man here' somewhere about me?” He asked laughingly.
“Nope, just my inner gaydar. Which could be wrong sometimes. Or most of the time. Thus the asking to make sure.”
And the night went off, with Harry chatting with Will easily.
Draco's POV
Fuck. The last place he could detect Harry's magic was right outside the apartment, whic meant that Harry wasn't using his magic, or hidden away somewhere in a crowd of people.
There was a knock on the door. Opening it, he saw Granger standing outside.
“I've got a good mind not to pass you any notes from Harry, but you ought to have this. You deserve it.”
He took the note, with his heart pounding after hearing that Harry had made contact with Granger. Harry was somewhere nearby! Harry had given him a note! Harry had...
Malfoy,
You can choose to keep the apartment or not. Its yours now.
Pack up my belongings and give it to Hermione. She'll take care of it for me.
Have a pleasant fucking life, Malfoy. Hope you're happy with your slut.
Potter
He turned towards Granger.
“Why isn't the note in his writing? Is it forged? Is this a lie? Do you know where Harry is? Tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I want him back. Can you tell me where he is?”
Hermione snorted. “ Why would I bother lying to you? And why should I tell you where Harry is? You don't deserve to know it. The note isn't in his handwriting because he sent it through an email. Haven't you even touched the computer Harry bought? Damn you and your self-centeredness. It's always about you, isn't it? Owl me when you're done with Harry's belongings. I'll come back for it.”
With that, she turned on her heels and left.
Computer? Email? Harry had mentioned about those things before, including an email address... but he hadn't paid attention. All he knew were that they were muggle inventions. And thus not knowing. He had forgotten that the muggle world was a part of Harry, and this meant that Harry may be hiding somewhere in the muggle world.
Fuck. The muggle world was fucking big. How the fuck was he suppose to go looking there.
He went to the computer and sat down in front of it. And saw a sticky note with Harry's email address on top. He vaguely remembered Harry saying that he could be contacted through that by sending an email. Now, the question was, how was he supposed to do it?
Draco ran out, hoping to find a guide to using a computer in some muggle bookshop.
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hey! another chapter! earlier this time. i might post another chapter a few hours later, to make up for the possibility of not posting for the next two days.
enjoy!