Winning Back Harry
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,554
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 4
I am happy to say I got plenty of sleep since I started writing this short fic yesterday morning. There is only going to be a couple more chapters, and I hope everyone has liked this story. If you have, pretty please leave me a review, and if you hate it, leave a review anyway! It’s been up all day, and not a single review yet, so even a flame would be welcome right about now.
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Thanks so much
Rosalie Ayers
Chapter 4
Lunch was great. For the first time in five years, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I all sat at the same table. I never was close to Ron, he was always Harry’s friend, but Hermione loved us both, and took turns sitting with either him or me during meal times.
After lunch was over, we went to Harry’s dorm and cleaned him up. After he scrubbed the shit off of his face, I gently took the nail polish off with a Muggle made solution. Then, I changed the color of all of his shirts to anything but black. The one he was wearing I turned green to match his eyes. He was truly beautiful, and I knew this is what he was meant to look like.
After that, we just stared at each other, sitting cross-legged on his bed. “I’ve missed you something fierce, Harry James Potter.”
“I imagine so.”
I sighed, and said, “I still have some questions for you.”
“I understand. Go ahead and ask.”
“Why don’t you feel normal? Why couldn’t you bear the thought of loving me? Were you upset at yourself for being gay, or just afraid of rejection? Why did you feel that you couldn’t talk to me? Why the fuck did you turn into some masochistic emo bastard?!?” And it didn’t stop there. “Why did you even kiss me in the first place, if you weren’t willing to talk to me after it? You changed my life that day, and broke my heart shortly after. I tried to talk to you, I sent you letters upon letters that summer, and you never even bothered to read them! If you would have read them, you would have known how I felt, you idiot!
“Then when third year started, I attempted again, many times, to talk to you, and you turned me away! I am so angry with you! I shouldn’t even be talking to you. I should walk out of here, and forget you even exist. That would be justified, I think.”
Harry had sat up while I was ranting, and he had placed his head in his hands. “Do it. I don’t deserve anything from you. I wouldn’t blame you if you beat the shit out of my face before turning around and leaving me. I know I don’t deserve you to love me. So just go, do what you need to, go away and forget about me.”
“I can’t.” Sighing, I maneuvered myself to his side, and placed an arm around his shoulder. “If I did that, I would have to kill myself, because life without you right here next to me isn’t worth living. Believe me, I know. I will stay here, and love you with every fiber of my being. I swear I will be here for you as long as you want me here, as a lover, or a friend… Anything you want. You do want me, don’t you?”
“More than you know. I’ve come to terms with being gay, and I realize now that I never needed fear you rejecting me. I kissed you because I was having wet dreams all year about you, and didn’t want to go all summer knowing I never let you know how I felt. I’m sorry I never read your letters. I’m sorry I broke my promise. I hated doing it, really I did. I’ve missed you so much. I’m such a coward…” Harry was looking at me with the most pitiful expression on his tear streaked face. He was still afraid of rejection. He was only saying he wasn’t to try to seem brave, I could see that now.
“What can I do to prove I love you, Harry? Obviously words aren’t working. Tell me what you need me to do, I will do it. Anything to prove I want you too.” I sounded desperate, and I knew it. And I was desperate for Harry.
“The Christmas Ball.”
“Hunh?”
“Take me to the Christmas Ball this year. Dance every dance with me, kiss me in front of everyone. I don’t want to be ashamed of loving you, and I don’t want you to be ashamed either. If you love me, you will take me to the dance, and show everyone just how much you love me.”
Oh. He wanted a date. With smooching and stuff. I could do that. I could definitely do that.
TBC
A/N --- Kinda cheesy I know. You’ll get over it. Perhaps some slashy smutty goodness in the next chapter if I get at least 3 reviews. If not, I may just change every warning to a big NO-SEX sign… Hehe, Ok, so I am not the best at blackmail, but I can guarantee you that when I write slash smut, it is very detailed and very VERY extremely very sexy, and you will love it. Okay, so 3 reviews, from 3 different people… READY? SET? REVIEW!
And if you don’t want to leave a review, please rate it.
Thanks so much
Rosalie Ayers
Chapter 4
Lunch was great. For the first time in five years, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I all sat at the same table. I never was close to Ron, he was always Harry’s friend, but Hermione loved us both, and took turns sitting with either him or me during meal times.
After lunch was over, we went to Harry’s dorm and cleaned him up. After he scrubbed the shit off of his face, I gently took the nail polish off with a Muggle made solution. Then, I changed the color of all of his shirts to anything but black. The one he was wearing I turned green to match his eyes. He was truly beautiful, and I knew this is what he was meant to look like.
After that, we just stared at each other, sitting cross-legged on his bed. “I’ve missed you something fierce, Harry James Potter.”
“I imagine so.”
I sighed, and said, “I still have some questions for you.”
“I understand. Go ahead and ask.”
“Why don’t you feel normal? Why couldn’t you bear the thought of loving me? Were you upset at yourself for being gay, or just afraid of rejection? Why did you feel that you couldn’t talk to me? Why the fuck did you turn into some masochistic emo bastard?!?” And it didn’t stop there. “Why did you even kiss me in the first place, if you weren’t willing to talk to me after it? You changed my life that day, and broke my heart shortly after. I tried to talk to you, I sent you letters upon letters that summer, and you never even bothered to read them! If you would have read them, you would have known how I felt, you idiot!
“Then when third year started, I attempted again, many times, to talk to you, and you turned me away! I am so angry with you! I shouldn’t even be talking to you. I should walk out of here, and forget you even exist. That would be justified, I think.”
Harry had sat up while I was ranting, and he had placed his head in his hands. “Do it. I don’t deserve anything from you. I wouldn’t blame you if you beat the shit out of my face before turning around and leaving me. I know I don’t deserve you to love me. So just go, do what you need to, go away and forget about me.”
“I can’t.” Sighing, I maneuvered myself to his side, and placed an arm around his shoulder. “If I did that, I would have to kill myself, because life without you right here next to me isn’t worth living. Believe me, I know. I will stay here, and love you with every fiber of my being. I swear I will be here for you as long as you want me here, as a lover, or a friend… Anything you want. You do want me, don’t you?”
“More than you know. I’ve come to terms with being gay, and I realize now that I never needed fear you rejecting me. I kissed you because I was having wet dreams all year about you, and didn’t want to go all summer knowing I never let you know how I felt. I’m sorry I never read your letters. I’m sorry I broke my promise. I hated doing it, really I did. I’ve missed you so much. I’m such a coward…” Harry was looking at me with the most pitiful expression on his tear streaked face. He was still afraid of rejection. He was only saying he wasn’t to try to seem brave, I could see that now.
“What can I do to prove I love you, Harry? Obviously words aren’t working. Tell me what you need me to do, I will do it. Anything to prove I want you too.” I sounded desperate, and I knew it. And I was desperate for Harry.
“The Christmas Ball.”
“Hunh?”
“Take me to the Christmas Ball this year. Dance every dance with me, kiss me in front of everyone. I don’t want to be ashamed of loving you, and I don’t want you to be ashamed either. If you love me, you will take me to the dance, and show everyone just how much you love me.”
Oh. He wanted a date. With smooching and stuff. I could do that. I could definitely do that.
TBC
A/N --- Kinda cheesy I know. You’ll get over it. Perhaps some slashy smutty goodness in the next chapter if I get at least 3 reviews. If not, I may just change every warning to a big NO-SEX sign… Hehe, Ok, so I am not the best at blackmail, but I can guarantee you that when I write slash smut, it is very detailed and very VERY extremely very sexy, and you will love it. Okay, so 3 reviews, from 3 different people… READY? SET? REVIEW!