My Fiance is a Whore and I'm Gay
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My Fiance is a Whore and I'm Gay
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A/N: I’m still working on Staking Claims, I’ve just been busy. I thought a little one-shot might help make the wait easier to bare. Hope you like it. I usually don’t do song fics but I got this idea mid linguistics essay and had to write it down. The song is “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” by Panic At The Disco.
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‘Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.’ ’
Harry wrung the hem of his white shirt before he pushed his hand through his tangle of black hair. He was nervous, more nervous then he had ever been. It was his wedding day and he thought he might be sick. Ginny was a great girl but he wasn’t even sure if he liked her that way, let alone loved her. When he had defeated Voldemort three months ago it had just seemed like the right thing to do, asking her to marry him. They hadn’t even had sex even though they had been together the better part of this past year. She always said he was so gentlemanly. In reality he just didn’t feel the…urge. It tore him apart to think she was so misled. Thankfully she appeared not to mind their lack of intimacy. He thought maybe it was a little odd, but didn’t worry himself about it.
Now he stood in a church corridor that appeared to have become the storage space for extra pews and chairs. It was a wide corridor with dull, chipped walls. He was pacing and methodically ruffling his hair out of nervousness, trying to brush off the jitters.
Then he heard it, voices coming from a room at the end of the hall. He needed someone to talk to desperately so he headed for the open door, hoping to find someone who would relieve him of his worry. As he gets closer he is able to make out a snippet of conversation.
“What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!” He gets to the door and sees it’s a bridesmaid speaking to one of the waiters. “Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore.”
What? He stares is horror as the bridesmaid begins to list the people Ginny has slept with since she got together with Harry to stave off her loneliness at their lack of sex life. He blinks before letting loose on the couple who have had yet to notice him.
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” No, he thinks, it’s better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. He turned on his heel and walked calmly away from the door down the corridor and ducks out of a large metal emergency exit, since the church has been warded against apparators. He moves to sit on the curb and he sees a figure coming around the corner, glancing behind him and walking fast. He has a large bottle of champagne and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Malfoy? What are you doing out here and with my champagne?” Draco turns his head and the groom notices a flash of confusion.
“Getting away from the crowd of Weasley’s in the foyer. If I didn’t owe you my life Potter I wouldn’t be here, even if you asked me to perform the fucking sermon.”
“Yeah but you do owe me your life since I saved your ass in the war and now that we’re friends I figure my hell is your hell. You know, in the spirit of house unity.”
“Yeah, fuck you too Gryffindor. So shouldn’t you be inside with Weaslette?” Draco could be trusted and Harry knew it, so he just came out with it.
“No. My fiancé is whore and I’m gay.”
“Oh. Okay.” Draco sat down next to Harry, no shock at all evident in his features.
“Aren’t you going to ask what happened?”
“No.”
“Well I’m going to tell you.”
“Okay.” He lit two cigarettes and passed one to Harry and laid the champagne beside them. Harry took the proffered cigarette and started to tell the whole story. Of the slightly forced engagement, the lack of sex, his attraction to men and ending his speech with the conversation he overheard in the church.
“…So I chimed in ‘Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” Then he leaned back feeling more relaxed and laughed a bit. “And now I’m here sitting with you.” Draco smirked and put out his cigarette.
“You handled that pretty well.” Draco smiled and leaned back as well. Harry grinned and turned to his friend.
“Really?”
“No. You could have handled it with a little more…” He paused searching for the right words.
“Poise, Rationality?” Draco nodded
“Yes, exactly what I was thinking.”
“I know. What do you think? Of the situation?” He knew Draco wasn’t anything if not brutally honest.
“Well in fact…well look at it this way, I mean technically your marriage is saved.”
“How do you figure?”
“You can’t wreck a marriage that never started.” Harry smiled, he knew Draco was right. He also knew that he had left out of his little story exactly what male he had been attracted to. Mainly that it was the blond haired, grey eyed one next to him.
“Well this calls for a toast.” He nodded to the bottle beside Draco. Draco looked inquiringly back.
“Pour the champagne?”
“Pour the champagne.” Harry answered in the affirmative and Draco conjured two plastic cups and proceeded to pop the cork and pour two brimming glasses of the bubbly liquor. When they had both downed their own glass Draco smiled a loopy grin and turned to his ex-rival.
“Harry.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know I’m gay?”
“Actually,” he paused for a moment but figured he deserved this, “I was counting on it.” Draco just stared and then, almost as if he knew it would drive Harry crazy, he licked his lips. Harry nodded and leaned over to kiss the object of his affection hard and firm on the mouth. Just as his tongue breeched the two soft lips that were working so gently against his own he heard a gasp. When he and Draco broke away from each other and turned to look behind them they saw none other then Ginny Weasley and her harassed looking bridesmaid. Both were staring at them from the doorway that Harry had left through. He hadn’t noticed he left it open. Ginny made a strangled coughing noise and backed up, running back the way she had came. The bridesmaid remained and stared at Harry, she quirked an eyebrow at the scene before her.
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” She spun around and walked back into the church, swinging the door shut behind her. Harry was too shocked to do anything but turn back to Draco who looked extremely smug.
“So, you’re single?” Harry, who had come back to reality, laughed before turning and cupping the back of Draco’s head and bringing there faces close.
“It certainly looks that way doesn’t it?”
A/N: I’m still working on Staking Claims, I’ve just been busy. I thought a little one-shot might help make the wait easier to bare. Hope you like it. I usually don’t do song fics but I got this idea mid linguistics essay and had to write it down. The song is “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” by Panic At The Disco.
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‘Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.’ ’
Harry wrung the hem of his white shirt before he pushed his hand through his tangle of black hair. He was nervous, more nervous then he had ever been. It was his wedding day and he thought he might be sick. Ginny was a great girl but he wasn’t even sure if he liked her that way, let alone loved her. When he had defeated Voldemort three months ago it had just seemed like the right thing to do, asking her to marry him. They hadn’t even had sex even though they had been together the better part of this past year. She always said he was so gentlemanly. In reality he just didn’t feel the…urge. It tore him apart to think she was so misled. Thankfully she appeared not to mind their lack of intimacy. He thought maybe it was a little odd, but didn’t worry himself about it.
Now he stood in a church corridor that appeared to have become the storage space for extra pews and chairs. It was a wide corridor with dull, chipped walls. He was pacing and methodically ruffling his hair out of nervousness, trying to brush off the jitters.
Then he heard it, voices coming from a room at the end of the hall. He needed someone to talk to desperately so he headed for the open door, hoping to find someone who would relieve him of his worry. As he gets closer he is able to make out a snippet of conversation.
“What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!” He gets to the door and sees it’s a bridesmaid speaking to one of the waiters. “Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore.”
What? He stares is horror as the bridesmaid begins to list the people Ginny has slept with since she got together with Harry to stave off her loneliness at their lack of sex life. He blinks before letting loose on the couple who have had yet to notice him.
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” No, he thinks, it’s better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. He turned on his heel and walked calmly away from the door down the corridor and ducks out of a large metal emergency exit, since the church has been warded against apparators. He moves to sit on the curb and he sees a figure coming around the corner, glancing behind him and walking fast. He has a large bottle of champagne and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Malfoy? What are you doing out here and with my champagne?” Draco turns his head and the groom notices a flash of confusion.
“Getting away from the crowd of Weasley’s in the foyer. If I didn’t owe you my life Potter I wouldn’t be here, even if you asked me to perform the fucking sermon.”
“Yeah but you do owe me your life since I saved your ass in the war and now that we’re friends I figure my hell is your hell. You know, in the spirit of house unity.”
“Yeah, fuck you too Gryffindor. So shouldn’t you be inside with Weaslette?” Draco could be trusted and Harry knew it, so he just came out with it.
“No. My fiancé is whore and I’m gay.”
“Oh. Okay.” Draco sat down next to Harry, no shock at all evident in his features.
“Aren’t you going to ask what happened?”
“No.”
“Well I’m going to tell you.”
“Okay.” He lit two cigarettes and passed one to Harry and laid the champagne beside them. Harry took the proffered cigarette and started to tell the whole story. Of the slightly forced engagement, the lack of sex, his attraction to men and ending his speech with the conversation he overheard in the church.
“…So I chimed in ‘Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” Then he leaned back feeling more relaxed and laughed a bit. “And now I’m here sitting with you.” Draco smirked and put out his cigarette.
“You handled that pretty well.” Draco smiled and leaned back as well. Harry grinned and turned to his friend.
“Really?”
“No. You could have handled it with a little more…” He paused searching for the right words.
“Poise, Rationality?” Draco nodded
“Yes, exactly what I was thinking.”
“I know. What do you think? Of the situation?” He knew Draco wasn’t anything if not brutally honest.
“Well in fact…well look at it this way, I mean technically your marriage is saved.”
“How do you figure?”
“You can’t wreck a marriage that never started.” Harry smiled, he knew Draco was right. He also knew that he had left out of his little story exactly what male he had been attracted to. Mainly that it was the blond haired, grey eyed one next to him.
“Well this calls for a toast.” He nodded to the bottle beside Draco. Draco looked inquiringly back.
“Pour the champagne?”
“Pour the champagne.” Harry answered in the affirmative and Draco conjured two plastic cups and proceeded to pop the cork and pour two brimming glasses of the bubbly liquor. When they had both downed their own glass Draco smiled a loopy grin and turned to his ex-rival.
“Harry.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know I’m gay?”
“Actually,” he paused for a moment but figured he deserved this, “I was counting on it.” Draco just stared and then, almost as if he knew it would drive Harry crazy, he licked his lips. Harry nodded and leaned over to kiss the object of his affection hard and firm on the mouth. Just as his tongue breeched the two soft lips that were working so gently against his own he heard a gasp. When he and Draco broke away from each other and turned to look behind them they saw none other then Ginny Weasley and her harassed looking bridesmaid. Both were staring at them from the doorway that Harry had left through. He hadn’t noticed he left it open. Ginny made a strangled coughing noise and backed up, running back the way she had came. The bridesmaid remained and stared at Harry, she quirked an eyebrow at the scene before her.
“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?” She spun around and walked back into the church, swinging the door shut behind her. Harry was too shocked to do anything but turn back to Draco who looked extremely smug.
“So, you’re single?” Harry, who had come back to reality, laughed before turning and cupping the back of Draco’s head and bringing there faces close.
“It certainly looks that way doesn’t it?”