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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,537
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7
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PART 5
Harry assumed, since dinner was still in full swing, that no one would be upstairs when he went back to his room. However, Hermione sat on the couch, reading. Harry looked at her, muttered a hello, and headed up the stairs. “What’s that on your neck?” She asked, standing and grabbing Harry’s shoulder. “It looks like a bite mark.”
Irritated that one, Draco had left such a visible mark, and two, he would have to come up with some kind of excuse, Harry snapped, “it’s none of your bloody business.”
Harry heard the crash and saw the book lying on the floor next to a small now-broken vase before he realized that Hermione had been the one to throw the book. “You spoiled brat!”
“Excuse me I-”
“No no, I’ve heard this for the past five months Harry, how hard life is for you, and how everyone should feel sorry for you because you had to fight Voldemort, and you lost your parents, and you lost your best friend! Well you’re not the only bloody one!” She was staring up into his eyes, but Harry felt as if he were actually shorter than her. “People lost their parents, our peers lost their lives! You’re alive, and it’s your choice to mope around here, but I’m tired of pretending that you’re the only one that suffered.” There were tears in Hermione’s eyes. Her hand ecteected to Harry’s cheek leaving not only a hand print, but a rather nasty sting. “I was in love with Ron. But he chose you, and I tried to be happy for you, and I knew what you were going through when he died. But you never bothered to look around and see what anyone else was going through. You’re so busy being angry at the world from taking things away that you don’t even know what you have.” She paused once more, taking a deep breath. “As long as you have your self pity you don’t need anyone, least of all me.”
Before she had a chance to completely turn away, Harry caught her arm and pulled her close. He held her there, listening to her soft crying, calming the shaking and the anger. He hugged her as close as he could, burying his head in her shoulder, and cried. Just cried.
****I know that this is a really, really short chapter...depending on if I get some reviews, I might just go ahead and put up the next chapter...which is also kind of short...I guess that's up to you guys, but thanks to those that have reviewed, yay...
Irritated that one, Draco had left such a visible mark, and two, he would have to come up with some kind of excuse, Harry snapped, “it’s none of your bloody business.”
Harry heard the crash and saw the book lying on the floor next to a small now-broken vase before he realized that Hermione had been the one to throw the book. “You spoiled brat!”
“Excuse me I-”
“No no, I’ve heard this for the past five months Harry, how hard life is for you, and how everyone should feel sorry for you because you had to fight Voldemort, and you lost your parents, and you lost your best friend! Well you’re not the only bloody one!” She was staring up into his eyes, but Harry felt as if he were actually shorter than her. “People lost their parents, our peers lost their lives! You’re alive, and it’s your choice to mope around here, but I’m tired of pretending that you’re the only one that suffered.” There were tears in Hermione’s eyes. Her hand ecteected to Harry’s cheek leaving not only a hand print, but a rather nasty sting. “I was in love with Ron. But he chose you, and I tried to be happy for you, and I knew what you were going through when he died. But you never bothered to look around and see what anyone else was going through. You’re so busy being angry at the world from taking things away that you don’t even know what you have.” She paused once more, taking a deep breath. “As long as you have your self pity you don’t need anyone, least of all me.”
Before she had a chance to completely turn away, Harry caught her arm and pulled her close. He held her there, listening to her soft crying, calming the shaking and the anger. He hugged her as close as he could, burying his head in her shoulder, and cried. Just cried.
****I know that this is a really, really short chapter...depending on if I get some reviews, I might just go ahead and put up the next chapter...which is also kind of short...I guess that's up to you guys, but thanks to those that have reviewed, yay...