If you look way down in your heart and soul (A Season for Weddings, Ch. 17)
Title: If you look way down in your heart and soul
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100X7
Challenge: Early bird prompt for
slythindor100 (Hogsmeade) + Christmas Pines for
adventdrabbles
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: Don't hesitate 'cause the world seems cold
Harry was reminded of his times at Hogsmeade as he sat in a corner at this wedding reception with Malfoy and talked. Everyone around them gave them conspicuous looks and Harry definitely felt the flash go off one too many times in his direction.
"A famous Dragon-tamer and a Herbologist are getting married, and people can't seem to take their eyes off you…"
Harry gave a smirk and sipped on his beer. "And I believe you're stalling," Harry said, picking on the leaves of the tiny fake Christmas pines at the table.
"Fine," Malfoy said taking in a deep breath and then finishing his Firewhisky in one shot."I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch after leaving for-"
"That's fine…" Harry sighed, "We didn't make any promises-"
"I know, still, I owe you an explanation. Not because of what happened but because of what was happening before…" Malfoy rubbed his temple and then looked down at his empty glass.
"I'd prefer it if you were sober while you told me whatever it is…"
"Very well," Malfoy said. "I've been in a relationship…or was in a relationship of sorts up until last year. We actually broke up last Halloween. Right before Blaise and Luna's engagement announcement."
"Oh," Harry said, feeling oddly calm. "You were single when we…danced at Luna's wedding?" Harry couldn't think of any other way to ask.
"Yes. Very, very single. And still single. There hasn't been a day since I've not been single since my breakup."
"Why do you sound so bitter about it?" Harry asked, feeling his heart sink. They'd kissed, and it'd been wonderful, but apparently only for Harry.
Malfoy gave a dry laugh and then looked down at his empty glass again. "Oh for fuck's sake," Harry said and within a moment, a full bottle of Firewhisky came flying towards them which Harry caught with ease. Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "It isn't my first time listening to friend discuss their sorrows…"
"Is that what we are? Friends?"
Harry shrugged. "You look like maybe you can use one. I mean, I know you're extremely close with Pansy and Blaise, but they are…happily married. And you're…hurting?"
"I'm not upset over the fact that the relationship is over. It's been more than a year. Heck, it was over perhaps even before then. I'm just…" Malfoy paused to run a hand through his hair. "Tired of the lies."
"Lies?"
"Did you know I was in a relationship, Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "Can't say I was aware. You never brought anyone to any engagement parties or weddings. It seems like a thing one does when in a relationship."
"Exactly. The trouble is…he's straight."
Harry nearly coughed his drink out. "Pardon?"
"To the world, he's straight. Has been. To his colleagues, he's straight. The only people who knew we were together were his parents, who have now passed, and a handful of our friends because of…well because of circumstances."
"How long were you two together?" asked Harry.
"We fooled around in our teenage years, but, you know how that wasn't exactly the time for coming out of the closet. Then, I did come out when I was twenty one, and Th-we got together and were officially a couple for six years."
"And for six years was he not aware that having sex with a man doesn't make you straight. I mean, if you did have sex… I mean I don't want to assume anything-"
"Don't be cheeky, Potter," Malfoy snapped but there was very little derision in his voice. "At best, he's bisexual. I mean, he'd have to be. He cheated on me. And now is marrying a woman."
Harry felt movement to his right so leaned close and then poured Malfoy a small shot of his drink when someone took a photograph.
"So you can tell when they're around?" Malfoy asked, looking conspiratorial.
"It's an instinct," Harry said shrugging. "So who is he? Are you going to tell me the name of the man who is going to see our pictures in the Prophet tomorrow?"
Malfoy straightened up, still, his voice was so low, Harry had to strain to hear. "Theodore Nott."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/743912.html. Thanks for reading
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100X7
Challenge: Early bird prompt for
slythindor100 (Hogsmeade) + Christmas Pines for
adventdrabbles
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: Don't hesitate 'cause the world seems cold
Harry was reminded of his times at Hogsmeade as he sat in a corner at this wedding reception with Malfoy and talked. Everyone around them gave them conspicuous looks and Harry definitely felt the flash go off one too many times in his direction.
"A famous Dragon-tamer and a Herbologist are getting married, and people can't seem to take their eyes off you…"
Harry gave a smirk and sipped on his beer. "And I believe you're stalling," Harry said, picking on the leaves of the tiny fake Christmas pines at the table.
"Fine," Malfoy said taking in a deep breath and then finishing his Firewhisky in one shot."I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch after leaving for-"
"That's fine…" Harry sighed, "We didn't make any promises-"
"I know, still, I owe you an explanation. Not because of what happened but because of what was happening before…" Malfoy rubbed his temple and then looked down at his empty glass.
"I'd prefer it if you were sober while you told me whatever it is…"
"Very well," Malfoy said. "I've been in a relationship…or was in a relationship of sorts up until last year. We actually broke up last Halloween. Right before Blaise and Luna's engagement announcement."
"Oh," Harry said, feeling oddly calm. "You were single when we…danced at Luna's wedding?" Harry couldn't think of any other way to ask.
"Yes. Very, very single. And still single. There hasn't been a day since I've not been single since my breakup."
"Why do you sound so bitter about it?" Harry asked, feeling his heart sink. They'd kissed, and it'd been wonderful, but apparently only for Harry.
Malfoy gave a dry laugh and then looked down at his empty glass again. "Oh for fuck's sake," Harry said and within a moment, a full bottle of Firewhisky came flying towards them which Harry caught with ease. Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "It isn't my first time listening to friend discuss their sorrows…"
"Is that what we are? Friends?"
Harry shrugged. "You look like maybe you can use one. I mean, I know you're extremely close with Pansy and Blaise, but they are…happily married. And you're…hurting?"
"I'm not upset over the fact that the relationship is over. It's been more than a year. Heck, it was over perhaps even before then. I'm just…" Malfoy paused to run a hand through his hair. "Tired of the lies."
"Lies?"
"Did you know I was in a relationship, Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "Can't say I was aware. You never brought anyone to any engagement parties or weddings. It seems like a thing one does when in a relationship."
"Exactly. The trouble is…he's straight."
Harry nearly coughed his drink out. "Pardon?"
"To the world, he's straight. Has been. To his colleagues, he's straight. The only people who knew we were together were his parents, who have now passed, and a handful of our friends because of…well because of circumstances."
"How long were you two together?" asked Harry.
"We fooled around in our teenage years, but, you know how that wasn't exactly the time for coming out of the closet. Then, I did come out when I was twenty one, and Th-we got together and were officially a couple for six years."
"And for six years was he not aware that having sex with a man doesn't make you straight. I mean, if you did have sex… I mean I don't want to assume anything-"
"Don't be cheeky, Potter," Malfoy snapped but there was very little derision in his voice. "At best, he's bisexual. I mean, he'd have to be. He cheated on me. And now is marrying a woman."
Harry felt movement to his right so leaned close and then poured Malfoy a small shot of his drink when someone took a photograph.
"So you can tell when they're around?" Malfoy asked, looking conspiratorial.
"It's an instinct," Harry said shrugging. "So who is he? Are you going to tell me the name of the man who is going to see our pictures in the Prophet tomorrow?"
Malfoy straightened up, still, his voice was so low, Harry had to strain to hear. "Theodore Nott."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/743912.html. Thanks for reading