I do this for Him
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,249
Reviews:
5
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.
I do this for Him
Disclaimer: Not mine
Happily ever after. I’m in love with him and he’s in love with me. In 6th year we got together, much to the dismay of a lot of people. Still we pulled through. Together. That how we are supposed to be. A blissful life we’ve always dreamed of. We’re rich, powerful, and in love. What else could we ask for?
A little fucking acceptance. That’s really all. He doesn’t care, all he wants is me. But I can’t ruin his life. How can I tell him that he can’t sink so low as to date me? How can I tell him we’re wrong? Our relationship isn’t normal? It would break Harry’s heart. I can’t tell him. I’ve never seen him cry before.
So to the point, why am I out here. Draco Malfoy is sitting in the dirt outside because I’ve just been proposed to. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, he popped the question. The happiest moment of his life and I fucked it over for him. I said ‘no.’ Why you ask? I did it for him. He’ll get over it. He’ll be happy.
As for me, I can’t really say a lot. Harry really is the best thing that ever happened to me. He’s probably cleaning our house right now. Something he does when he’s upset. I’ve never seen him cry before. My robes are probably really dirty right now and it’s after nightfall. He’s waiting for me at home, but he shouldn’t. I’m not coming back. I can’t. The brave Gryffindor. He doesn’t care. He’ll hold his head high, like he doesn’t notice the words thrown our way.
I do. I see the looks, for that matter so does he. Its not that we’re gay, it’s that it hurts for them to see the representation of good with the representation of evil.
I need to say goodbye. I owe him that. I get up and brush of f my robe, not caring that I really didn’t wipe off any dirt. I don’t have anything cliché come to mind, like the words, ‘It’s time,’ or, ‘This is it.’ Wish me luck.
Our house really is big, The Potter-Malfoy mansion. As I come in the sitting room I see Harry on the floor, leaning against thea. Ha. He looks up when I enter and I notice he isn’t wearing his glasses. All the words I’ve rehearsed fly out of my head. Harry expects me to say something; after all I have just turned him flat down. I can’t. He moves over on the floor, even though there is room anywhere else to sit. But this is more important, it means he’s letting me sit next to him. Stupid, bloody Gryffindor.
The only way he will leave me is if I hurt him. I’ve never seen him cry before. That’s what I have to do. I sit on a chair opposite of him. An obvious disregard to his comforting gesture.
“Listen Harry,” I start, “I don’t think this is working our for us.”
His shock is apparent.
“What?” He comes to. “You’re lying.”
Deep Breath. “I didn’t want to tell you this but I’ve been seeing someone else.”
That hurts. I’m doing this for his own good.
“What?” He looks as if he’s going to hyperventilate. I’ve never seen him cry before.
“I’m sorry, Harry,”
With that I get up and leave. Its over. He’s going to be happy. I should be happy for him. I am, but I feel extremely sorry for myself. I’m pitiful. I can tell he’s not following me. I can’t sense him like always. I lock the door. Ok. I let myself go. Sobs burn my throat. Damn Harry for making me think of others instead of just myself. Damn him for making me love him in the first place. And damn him for loving me back. It’s all right; I’ve composed myself for now. There will be more time to let go later. I pack, it doesn’t take long.
He’s still in the sitting room. Harry looks at me when I leave. This will really make him stop loving me.
“Well, thanks for everything, see you around.” I say smiling.
God the look on his face. I just want to die. But I can’t, not in front of him, maybe later, on my own time. Tears escape his eyes. I’ve never seen him cry before this moment, and I never want to again.
I walk out.
TBC?
Happily ever after. I’m in love with him and he’s in love with me. In 6th year we got together, much to the dismay of a lot of people. Still we pulled through. Together. That how we are supposed to be. A blissful life we’ve always dreamed of. We’re rich, powerful, and in love. What else could we ask for?
A little fucking acceptance. That’s really all. He doesn’t care, all he wants is me. But I can’t ruin his life. How can I tell him that he can’t sink so low as to date me? How can I tell him we’re wrong? Our relationship isn’t normal? It would break Harry’s heart. I can’t tell him. I’ve never seen him cry before.
So to the point, why am I out here. Draco Malfoy is sitting in the dirt outside because I’ve just been proposed to. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, he popped the question. The happiest moment of his life and I fucked it over for him. I said ‘no.’ Why you ask? I did it for him. He’ll get over it. He’ll be happy.
As for me, I can’t really say a lot. Harry really is the best thing that ever happened to me. He’s probably cleaning our house right now. Something he does when he’s upset. I’ve never seen him cry before. My robes are probably really dirty right now and it’s after nightfall. He’s waiting for me at home, but he shouldn’t. I’m not coming back. I can’t. The brave Gryffindor. He doesn’t care. He’ll hold his head high, like he doesn’t notice the words thrown our way.
I do. I see the looks, for that matter so does he. Its not that we’re gay, it’s that it hurts for them to see the representation of good with the representation of evil.
I need to say goodbye. I owe him that. I get up and brush of f my robe, not caring that I really didn’t wipe off any dirt. I don’t have anything cliché come to mind, like the words, ‘It’s time,’ or, ‘This is it.’ Wish me luck.
Our house really is big, The Potter-Malfoy mansion. As I come in the sitting room I see Harry on the floor, leaning against thea. Ha. He looks up when I enter and I notice he isn’t wearing his glasses. All the words I’ve rehearsed fly out of my head. Harry expects me to say something; after all I have just turned him flat down. I can’t. He moves over on the floor, even though there is room anywhere else to sit. But this is more important, it means he’s letting me sit next to him. Stupid, bloody Gryffindor.
The only way he will leave me is if I hurt him. I’ve never seen him cry before. That’s what I have to do. I sit on a chair opposite of him. An obvious disregard to his comforting gesture.
“Listen Harry,” I start, “I don’t think this is working our for us.”
His shock is apparent.
“What?” He comes to. “You’re lying.”
Deep Breath. “I didn’t want to tell you this but I’ve been seeing someone else.”
That hurts. I’m doing this for his own good.
“What?” He looks as if he’s going to hyperventilate. I’ve never seen him cry before.
“I’m sorry, Harry,”
With that I get up and leave. Its over. He’s going to be happy. I should be happy for him. I am, but I feel extremely sorry for myself. I’m pitiful. I can tell he’s not following me. I can’t sense him like always. I lock the door. Ok. I let myself go. Sobs burn my throat. Damn Harry for making me think of others instead of just myself. Damn him for making me love him in the first place. And damn him for loving me back. It’s all right; I’ve composed myself for now. There will be more time to let go later. I pack, it doesn’t take long.
He’s still in the sitting room. Harry looks at me when I leave. This will really make him stop loving me.
“Well, thanks for everything, see you around.” I say smiling.
God the look on his face. I just want to die. But I can’t, not in front of him, maybe later, on my own time. Tears escape his eyes. I’ve never seen him cry before this moment, and I never want to again.
I walk out.
TBC?