sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-06-17 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | non-challenge |
Non Challenge
Original poster: sassy_cissa
Title: It’s a Heartache
Author: sassy_cissa
Rating: PG
Length: 574
Authors Notes: Although this can be read alone, it’s probably best if you read Cold. first and thenThe Meaning of Things. Written for my 100quills table word #24 Missing. Thanks to the slash chat girls for the once over.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; if I did they’d be a couple in the books
Several days passed before Harry had taken down the wards that blocked everyone from his flat. Moments later he was surrounded by Hermione, Ron and Neville, all looking quite astonished that they had been able to Apparate in.
“You took down the wards,” Hermione said quickly.
Harry glared at her. “Is that why you are here? To state the incredibly obvious?”
“Six weeks together and he already sounds like Malfoy,” Ron muttered. Hermione gave him a swift smack to the back of his head, while Neville began to apologize to Harry.
“STOP! All of you! For fuck’s sake!” Harry yelled. “Ron, Hermione, I’m fine. You can both go. I’d like to talk to Neville.”
Hermione looked affronted. “We’re all worried about you, Harry.”
Walking over and giving her a slight hug Harry replied sadly, “And I appreciate it. But right now I need to talk to someone who understands.”
“Hey mate,” Ron countered. “We under...”
Harry interrupted. “Someone who’s gay, Ron. Unless you’ve got something you need to tell Hermione and me, I need to talk to Neville.”
Ron huffed and stormed across the room, his arms flailing wildly. “I may not be gay, but I used to be your best mate! Doesn’t that count for something?!”
Hermione walked over and grabbed Ron by the arm and pulled him to the middle of the room. She pulled her wand and they Disapparated, right after she called out, “Call me on my mobile, Harry. I’ll explain things to Captain Oblivious here.”
Harry sat on the sofa, holding his head as he rocked back and forth. “Nev, how did things get so incredibly fucked up?”
“Dunno, Harry. I’m really sorry I dragged you out the other night. If I had thought for one minute we’d run into Draco, well, I’m just really sorry.” He smiled fondly at Harry and ran a gentle hand down his back.
“It’s okay, Nev. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Why is this so hard? It’s not like I thought we had a future together. We weren’t like you and Bill. We were just fuck buddies. That’s all.” Harry’s eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill out.
“I did some snooping while you were in your self-imposed isolation,” Neville smiled. “Seems Draco is not seeing anyone.”
Harry jumped up and stalked across the room. “Are you trying to tell me that I should be grateful he kept me around as long as he did? That I should feel sorry for Theo, since he got the boot after only a week?”
Neville sighed audibly. “No, that is not what I am telling you. And in fact, until you pull your head out of your arse, I’m done talking to you. Call me when you’re ready to admit to yourself that Draco meant more to you than just someone to fuck. That you cared about him and that you really want him back. Until then you’re just going to twist everything I say.”
“Call me when you’re ready, Harry.” Neville said as he Apparated back to his own flat.
Harry felt more depressed than he did before. I don’t care about Draco. He was just someone to fuck, no strings, no attachment.
Harry lay down on the sofa and curled up in a ball on his side and wondered If it was all just a fuck, why does it feel like part of my heart is missing?