Avenue Q series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,059
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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If You Were...
Title: If You Were…
Author: lildove42
Disclaimer: So the characters belong to JK Rowling and well this is sort of a song fic so giving credit where credit is due, the idea came from “If You Were Gay” from the musical Avenue Q.
Harry nestled into his burgundy recliner and tucked the dark green throw tighter around his feet. For the first time in ages, he found himself alone in the apartment with the windows opened letting in the sounds of the city below. Sighing in contentment, he opened his tattered copy of Khalil Gibran\'s The Prophet and settled in for an afternoon of reading.
Just then, the door opened and in walked his roommate. Plopping down on the couch, he interrupted the peaceful cocoon Harry had created. “Hiya, Harry. You’ll never guess what happened to me in Diagon Alley this morning. Dean Thomas came up to me in Flourish and Blotts and started, I dunno, flirting with me…I think he thinks I’m gay.”
Harry felt his face flush slightly and ducked his head. This conversation was getting old fast. “Ron, what do I care if Dean Thomas is gay? Why do you always talk about stuff like that?”
The redhead leaned forward in his seat, trying to read Harry’s expressions. “I just think it’s important for us to be able to talk about it. You know, it would be ok if you were gay. I’m your best friend, I’m not going anywhere.”
Rolling his eyes, Harry responded, “Fuck, Ron. I don’t want to talk about this.”
Not one to give up, Ron kept going. “If it were me, I’d know that you would be okay with it. I just wanted you to know. I’d still be here. I like the situation we have here, sharing this apartment. I just don’t want to cramp things if you ever wanted to bring, you know, a guy back here…”
“RON! I’m NOT fucking gay!”
“But if you were gay…”
“I’m not listening. I’m reading my book.”
Ron walked to the doorway andned ned around. He paused for just a moment and looked back at Harry. “What about Malfoy?”
Harry’s head snapped towards the door and his book followed directly after, but Ron had disappeared.
Rubbing his temples, the raven-haired man closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, what about Malfoy, Harry?” he whispered to himself. A tear slipped from his emerald eyes and slid down his cheek. The answer was simple: There was no gay or not gay. There was only having Malfoy and not having him. And Harry didn’t have him.
Author: lildove42
Disclaimer: So the characters belong to JK Rowling and well this is sort of a song fic so giving credit where credit is due, the idea came from “If You Were Gay” from the musical Avenue Q.
Harry nestled into his burgundy recliner and tucked the dark green throw tighter around his feet. For the first time in ages, he found himself alone in the apartment with the windows opened letting in the sounds of the city below. Sighing in contentment, he opened his tattered copy of Khalil Gibran\'s The Prophet and settled in for an afternoon of reading.
Just then, the door opened and in walked his roommate. Plopping down on the couch, he interrupted the peaceful cocoon Harry had created. “Hiya, Harry. You’ll never guess what happened to me in Diagon Alley this morning. Dean Thomas came up to me in Flourish and Blotts and started, I dunno, flirting with me…I think he thinks I’m gay.”
Harry felt his face flush slightly and ducked his head. This conversation was getting old fast. “Ron, what do I care if Dean Thomas is gay? Why do you always talk about stuff like that?”
The redhead leaned forward in his seat, trying to read Harry’s expressions. “I just think it’s important for us to be able to talk about it. You know, it would be ok if you were gay. I’m your best friend, I’m not going anywhere.”
Rolling his eyes, Harry responded, “Fuck, Ron. I don’t want to talk about this.”
Not one to give up, Ron kept going. “If it were me, I’d know that you would be okay with it. I just wanted you to know. I’d still be here. I like the situation we have here, sharing this apartment. I just don’t want to cramp things if you ever wanted to bring, you know, a guy back here…”
“RON! I’m NOT fucking gay!”
“But if you were gay…”
“I’m not listening. I’m reading my book.”
Ron walked to the doorway andned ned around. He paused for just a moment and looked back at Harry. “What about Malfoy?”
Harry’s head snapped towards the door and his book followed directly after, but Ron had disappeared.
Rubbing his temples, the raven-haired man closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, what about Malfoy, Harry?” he whispered to himself. A tear slipped from his emerald eyes and slid down his cheek. The answer was simple: There was no gay or not gay. There was only having Malfoy and not having him. And Harry didn’t have him.