Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
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Title: Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, PG-13, PG-13 (sorry)
Disclaimer: No, none of these characters are mine. If they were mine I wouldn’t be working absurd hours in a coffee shop, now would I? Nup, I’d be cruising around in my Merc with little HP flags on the bonnet and…*dreams*
Summary: Harry comes out *nods sagely*...Draco remembers Pansy exsists...Harry and Draco chill...
Set: Gryffindor Boys Dormitory
Beta: None, aggggaaaiiinnn.
Authors Notes: I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS PART. SO NERVOUS.
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART V, PART VI
Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
Jealousy: PART X, PART XI, PART XII
Jealousy: PART XIII, PART XIV, PART XV
Jealousy: PART XVI, PART XVII, PART XVIII
Jealousy: PART XIX, PART XX, PART XXI
Jealousy: PART XXII, PART XXIII, PART XXIV
Jealousy: PART PART XXV, PART XXVI, PART XXVII
Jealousy: PART XXVIII, PART XXIX, PART XXX
Jealousy: PART XXXI, PART XXXII
Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
JESSICA: I am so nervous about this part. SO NERVOUS. *shakes*
PART XXXVI
Harry was lying back on his four poster bed and smiling at the ceiling. Life was good. He and Malfoy had spent almost three hours just sitting in that little alcove. And the amazing, amazing, amazing thing was…they actually spoke for some of it.
He was idly reliving the moment where Malfoy’s had suddenly bit hard into his shoulder as he had reached climax when Ron walked in the door.
“Hey Ron,” said Harry cheerfully and sat up. “Sorry I was gone so long. I lost track of time.”
Ron gave an absent grin and sat down on the end of Harry’s bed. He ran his big hands through his hair and Harry frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Harry, who’s your best friend?”
Harry was taken aback.
“You, why?”
“Am I?” Ron’s voice sounded defeated. “Out of everyone in the whole wide world?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Even Ginny?” Ron was now looking at him and Harry’s frown deepened.
“Even Ginny.”
Ron was silent for a bit and then suddenly he flopped back on Harry’s bed, his long arms above his head.
“Can you see you and her being together for like…ever?”
Harry scooted over and lay back, mirroring Ron. No, he couldn’t even see being with her now.
“No,” he said aloud.
“D’you reckon you’ll get married?”
“Ron, what is this?”
“Do you?”
“No, I don’t. In fact I-
Harry broke off and looked over at his best friend. Ron’s eyes were fixed on the corner of Harry’s bed.
“You what?” he said finally and his eyes turned on Harry again. Harry sat up and crossed his legs and put his hand into his jacket pocket. He felt the small tub of lip balm there and encased it in his fingers.
“I,” he took a deep breath. “I don’t really see us being together for much longer at all.” Now it was Ron’s turn to sit up and mirror Harry’s seating position.
“You don’t?”
Harry shook his head and looked down at his knees. His elated feeling from just moments before had almost evaporated and he felt something stick in his throat.
“I didn’t think so,” Ron said after a moment and silence again surrounded them. “Mum, er, won’t care, Harry.”
Harry looked up and to his horror felt tears begin to slide down his cheeks. Ron’s eyes widened for a moment and then seemed to soften. Harry didn’t make a sound; just let the tears run in silent rivers down his cheeks. It was minutes later when he took a gigantic sniff and said;
“Ron, I-I think I might-might like…boys.” His head fell into his hands and he waited for the door to slam, signifying Ron’s leave.
Nothing.
Instead, he felt a hand on his back…and that hand turned into an arm…and then a shoulder…and then Ron was hugging him. His large arms wrapped around his shoulders and Harry’s tears fell onto his jumper. He didn’t even know why he was crying. It wasn’t the same kind of impossible tears he had had only a few months before…and it wasn’t that he was mortified…it was just…
“I feel like I’ve been screwing you all around. All of you. Like I’ve let your Mum down and your Dad and - and-”
Ron’s arms tightened more securely around him as he dissolved again. He felt the scratch of the woollen jumper against his cheeks and smelt the sweet, rusky honey scent of the Burrow and wanted nothing more to just be there, tucked up on the bed on Ron’s floor. Just like he used to be.
“You haven’t you know, mate.” Came Ron’s voice from above his head. “This isn’t a fault. It’s just…a…realisation.” Harry pulled back and saw that Ron was looking at him, his blue eyes earnest.
“But Harry, you’ve got to…tell Ginny, right?” Harry nodded dumbly and felt a wave of misery roll over him. He had been so happy half an hour ago. “I’ll come,” said Ron, suddenly smiling. “But you’re going to have to watch out; Mum’ll be trying to set you up with Charlie when you come home.”
Harry gave a watery smile and managed, “If you had asked me that at Christmas I would have said I wouldn’t have minded.” Ron gave a yell and pretended to cover his ears.
“Potter!” he said and flopped back onto the bed. “If I have to go through you talking about my brother the way you talked about my sister…on Merlin’s grave I will curse you. Now let’s go con Dobby into giving us some food.”
Harry’s grin widened and he slipped off his bed onto the floor. It was only when he found his slippers under the bed that he looked back over at Ron.
“Um, Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you give me a few days though? Until I tell Ginny?”
Ron sat up again and gave a half smile.
“Harry, I don’t have to give you anything. It’s up to you. Just make sure you do tell her. Because,” he got off the bed and stretched draping and arm around Harry’s shoulder as he did, “you’ll feel a helluva lot better when you do.”
It was only when they reached the bottom of the stairs that Harry stopped dead.
“Hermione.” He said in a whisper, “How am I going to tell her?”
Ron grinned and spread his arms wide at the wall opposite the fireplace.
“A ‘Support Harry’s Choice!’ banner,” his grin widened as Harry covered his eyes. “I can just see it now.”
~
JESSICA: WHAT DID YOU THINK? WAS IT REALISTIC? *hyperventilates*
PART XXXVII
“Draco?”
“Hmm?” Draco opened his eyes and watched Pansy slide through the door. She was still pink from having been walking outside with Millicent, and bits of her hair were wet from where snowflakes had probably melted.
“How was your day?” she asked and settled on the end of his bed, idly rubbing her hand over Draco’s socked foot. He moved it away and sat up, resting his head on the wall behind him.
“It was good thank you,” he said simply, hoping she’d leave so he could continue imagining Potter’s tongue on his neck. Pansy nodded and fiddled with the edge of the silk covers.
“I missed you,” she said quietly and Draco felt something in his stomach plummet. Oh God, how was he supposed to answer? Usually he would have just lied and said he missed her too, it was just…he was kind of fed up with lying to Pansy. Of all people, she was the closest to him. He shouldn’t have to lie to her. Something cold and hard in him said crisply, ‘but you want to be with Potter, so it doesn’t matter what she wants.’ But that voice was soon drowned out as Pansy sighed and started threading the tassels on the end of the curtains. It was only then that Draco realised he still hadn’t said anything.
“So, what did you do?”
She looked up at him and then back down.
“We tried to avoid all the posters of Potter everywhere. I suppose it’s his second game against the Bats on Saturday. They were everywhere. And then I saw Granger in the Three Broomsticks and she looked so miserable.”
Draco nodded. This would have been the point where he said something cutting and spiteful about her heritage or her hair. But he kept quiet.
“So I sat down with her for a while, while Millicent and Blaise went to Honeydukes.” Pansy sighed again and looked warily at Draco while she pushed her drying hair out of her eyes. “She and I talked a bit. And then I asked where Potter and Weasley were.” Draco gave a start at the sound of Potter’s name and Pansy looked up, frowning. “And she said that she and Potter hadn’t really spoken for a while, although she had hoped he was going to come to Hogsmeade. Gods, Draco, she looked so sad.”
Pansy lay down on the bed next to Draco and threaded her arm through is. Without looking at her Draco gently removed his elbow and moved across.
“Why did Granger and Potter fight in the first place,” he asked and rubbed at his eyes. “It was ages ago, before Christmas wasn’t it?”
“Yes, I asked that. But it took ages to get an answer out of her and when I did, I suppose I wasn’t too happy about it.” Pansy looked down at her hands and Draco crossed his arms.
“Well, what was it?”
“She apparently said one day while she was sitting with Potter alone, that she uh,” Pansy swallowed and rested her chin on her palm. “Found you…appealing.”
Draco looked at her and saw that she was near tears. He honestly didn’t know what to do. First he looked at her, and then down at his hands, and then at the door and then back at Pansy.
“Oh,” he said, somewhat lamely. “Well, what did Potter do?”
“Apparently he went off his nut.
Draco couldn’t help but smile.
PART XXXVIII
“I told Ron that I liked boys,” Harry said, looking across at Malfoy who was staring at the sky. But at his words he raised an eyebrow and shot a glance at him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why though.”
Harry stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets. The chill and frost of the air was leaving him, but dusk was gathering on the horizon. He would be taken to London tonight where he would be staying with the Magpies team.
“Oh?”
“I mean, not that I didn’t mind telling Ron,” Harry’s eyes darted to Malfoy and then lowered again. “It’s just…I dunno. I felt so bad.”
“Oh.”
Harry kicked at a root in the ground. The snow had melted during the week and now the ground was slightly damp and the trees bear.
“It’s not that I have a problem with boys, it’s just the fact that…that…” Harry broke off and looked up at the clear but darkening sky.
“The fact that it’s me?” Malfoy said quietly and Harry looked at him and nodded.
“Yeah. But,” Harry stepped over a branch and then ducked under another one. “I can’t really, you know, see myself with any other boy though.”
Harry looked back and saw that Malfoy had stopped.
“What?”
“Say that again?”
“Say what?”
“What you just said,”
“I can’t see myself with any other boy?”
Malfoy nodded dumbly and Harry saw a blush rising in his pale cheeks.
“You can’t?” the thin lips murmured and Harry shook his head, feeling a blush mounting from his cheeks.
Harry walked back towards the Slytherin.
“What if,” Malfoy was saying. “What if…Oliver Wood came back to Hogwarts…could you imagine yourself with him?”
Harry blinked and stopped just in front of him.
“Oliver Wood? Where did that come from?”
Malfoy’s blush deepened and Harry caught on.
“Oh, Malfoy! You had the hots for Oliver!”
“It wasn’t the hots, Potter.” Malfoy said crisply, his cheeks burning scarlet. “I just found him…attractive.”
Harry stepped closer and slipped his hands loosely around Malfoy’s waist, his finger sliding into the back pockets of the Slytherin’s jeans.
“Well,” he whispered as Malfoy’s body pressed against his, “If Oliver came back and made a pass at me, I would simply say I wasn’t available.”
“Available?”
Harry dipped his head under Malfoy’s ear and nuzzled at his neck.
“Yeah, got a problem with that Malfoy?”
“Not at all. I was just wondering how you can say you like boys in general and not consider Wood.”
Harry breathed in deeply and cinnamon filled his head.
“Maybe I’m not gay after all,” he said lazily, drifting his tongue across the pale skin.
“No?”
“Maybe I only like Malfoy boys.”
And then Harry realised that Malfoy was hugging him. That Draco was holding him. Tight.
And softly from above he only just heard;
“I definitely only like Harry Potter boys.”
~~~
Author's Notes:
The calm before the storm ...The fluff before the angst..
Seriously.
The part where Harry came out to Ron...did it work? I realised just then, after just re-reading it, Harry seemed kind of feminine. Please oh please tell me if that section was okay.
*is dying*
Jessica
Shiny things, I promise...
Title: Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, PG-13, PG-13 (sorry)
Disclaimer: No, none of these characters are mine. If they were mine I wouldn’t be working absurd hours in a coffee shop, now would I? Nup, I’d be cruising around in my Merc with little HP flags on the bonnet and…*dreams*
Summary: Harry comes out *nods sagely*...Draco remembers Pansy exsists...Harry and Draco chill...
Set: Gryffindor Boys Dormitory
Beta: None, aggggaaaiiinnn.
Authors Notes: I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS PART. SO NERVOUS.
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART V, PART VI
Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
Jealousy: PART X, PART XI, PART XII
Jealousy: PART XIII, PART XIV, PART XV
Jealousy: PART XVI, PART XVII, PART XVIII
Jealousy: PART XIX, PART XX, PART XXI
Jealousy: PART XXII, PART XXIII, PART XXIV
Jealousy: PART PART XXV, PART XXVI, PART XXVII
Jealousy: PART XXVIII, PART XXIX, PART XXX
Jealousy: PART XXXI, PART XXXII
Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
JESSICA: I am so nervous about this part. SO NERVOUS. *shakes*
PART XXXVI
Harry was lying back on his four poster bed and smiling at the ceiling. Life was good. He and Malfoy had spent almost three hours just sitting in that little alcove. And the amazing, amazing, amazing thing was…they actually spoke for some of it.
He was idly reliving the moment where Malfoy’s had suddenly bit hard into his shoulder as he had reached climax when Ron walked in the door.
“Hey Ron,” said Harry cheerfully and sat up. “Sorry I was gone so long. I lost track of time.”
Ron gave an absent grin and sat down on the end of Harry’s bed. He ran his big hands through his hair and Harry frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Harry, who’s your best friend?”
Harry was taken aback.
“You, why?”
“Am I?” Ron’s voice sounded defeated. “Out of everyone in the whole wide world?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Even Ginny?” Ron was now looking at him and Harry’s frown deepened.
“Even Ginny.”
Ron was silent for a bit and then suddenly he flopped back on Harry’s bed, his long arms above his head.
“Can you see you and her being together for like…ever?”
Harry scooted over and lay back, mirroring Ron. No, he couldn’t even see being with her now.
“No,” he said aloud.
“D’you reckon you’ll get married?”
“Ron, what is this?”
“Do you?”
“No, I don’t. In fact I-
Harry broke off and looked over at his best friend. Ron’s eyes were fixed on the corner of Harry’s bed.
“You what?” he said finally and his eyes turned on Harry again. Harry sat up and crossed his legs and put his hand into his jacket pocket. He felt the small tub of lip balm there and encased it in his fingers.
“I,” he took a deep breath. “I don’t really see us being together for much longer at all.” Now it was Ron’s turn to sit up and mirror Harry’s seating position.
“You don’t?”
Harry shook his head and looked down at his knees. His elated feeling from just moments before had almost evaporated and he felt something stick in his throat.
“I didn’t think so,” Ron said after a moment and silence again surrounded them. “Mum, er, won’t care, Harry.”
Harry looked up and to his horror felt tears begin to slide down his cheeks. Ron’s eyes widened for a moment and then seemed to soften. Harry didn’t make a sound; just let the tears run in silent rivers down his cheeks. It was minutes later when he took a gigantic sniff and said;
“Ron, I-I think I might-might like…boys.” His head fell into his hands and he waited for the door to slam, signifying Ron’s leave.
Nothing.
Instead, he felt a hand on his back…and that hand turned into an arm…and then a shoulder…and then Ron was hugging him. His large arms wrapped around his shoulders and Harry’s tears fell onto his jumper. He didn’t even know why he was crying. It wasn’t the same kind of impossible tears he had had only a few months before…and it wasn’t that he was mortified…it was just…
“I feel like I’ve been screwing you all around. All of you. Like I’ve let your Mum down and your Dad and - and-”
Ron’s arms tightened more securely around him as he dissolved again. He felt the scratch of the woollen jumper against his cheeks and smelt the sweet, rusky honey scent of the Burrow and wanted nothing more to just be there, tucked up on the bed on Ron’s floor. Just like he used to be.
“You haven’t you know, mate.” Came Ron’s voice from above his head. “This isn’t a fault. It’s just…a…realisation.” Harry pulled back and saw that Ron was looking at him, his blue eyes earnest.
“But Harry, you’ve got to…tell Ginny, right?” Harry nodded dumbly and felt a wave of misery roll over him. He had been so happy half an hour ago. “I’ll come,” said Ron, suddenly smiling. “But you’re going to have to watch out; Mum’ll be trying to set you up with Charlie when you come home.”
Harry gave a watery smile and managed, “If you had asked me that at Christmas I would have said I wouldn’t have minded.” Ron gave a yell and pretended to cover his ears.
“Potter!” he said and flopped back onto the bed. “If I have to go through you talking about my brother the way you talked about my sister…on Merlin’s grave I will curse you. Now let’s go con Dobby into giving us some food.”
Harry’s grin widened and he slipped off his bed onto the floor. It was only when he found his slippers under the bed that he looked back over at Ron.
“Um, Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you give me a few days though? Until I tell Ginny?”
Ron sat up again and gave a half smile.
“Harry, I don’t have to give you anything. It’s up to you. Just make sure you do tell her. Because,” he got off the bed and stretched draping and arm around Harry’s shoulder as he did, “you’ll feel a helluva lot better when you do.”
It was only when they reached the bottom of the stairs that Harry stopped dead.
“Hermione.” He said in a whisper, “How am I going to tell her?”
Ron grinned and spread his arms wide at the wall opposite the fireplace.
“A ‘Support Harry’s Choice!’ banner,” his grin widened as Harry covered his eyes. “I can just see it now.”
~
JESSICA: WHAT DID YOU THINK? WAS IT REALISTIC? *hyperventilates*
PART XXXVII
“Draco?”
“Hmm?” Draco opened his eyes and watched Pansy slide through the door. She was still pink from having been walking outside with Millicent, and bits of her hair were wet from where snowflakes had probably melted.
“How was your day?” she asked and settled on the end of his bed, idly rubbing her hand over Draco’s socked foot. He moved it away and sat up, resting his head on the wall behind him.
“It was good thank you,” he said simply, hoping she’d leave so he could continue imagining Potter’s tongue on his neck. Pansy nodded and fiddled with the edge of the silk covers.
“I missed you,” she said quietly and Draco felt something in his stomach plummet. Oh God, how was he supposed to answer? Usually he would have just lied and said he missed her too, it was just…he was kind of fed up with lying to Pansy. Of all people, she was the closest to him. He shouldn’t have to lie to her. Something cold and hard in him said crisply, ‘but you want to be with Potter, so it doesn’t matter what she wants.’ But that voice was soon drowned out as Pansy sighed and started threading the tassels on the end of the curtains. It was only then that Draco realised he still hadn’t said anything.
“So, what did you do?”
She looked up at him and then back down.
“We tried to avoid all the posters of Potter everywhere. I suppose it’s his second game against the Bats on Saturday. They were everywhere. And then I saw Granger in the Three Broomsticks and she looked so miserable.”
Draco nodded. This would have been the point where he said something cutting and spiteful about her heritage or her hair. But he kept quiet.
“So I sat down with her for a while, while Millicent and Blaise went to Honeydukes.” Pansy sighed again and looked warily at Draco while she pushed her drying hair out of her eyes. “She and I talked a bit. And then I asked where Potter and Weasley were.” Draco gave a start at the sound of Potter’s name and Pansy looked up, frowning. “And she said that she and Potter hadn’t really spoken for a while, although she had hoped he was going to come to Hogsmeade. Gods, Draco, she looked so sad.”
Pansy lay down on the bed next to Draco and threaded her arm through is. Without looking at her Draco gently removed his elbow and moved across.
“Why did Granger and Potter fight in the first place,” he asked and rubbed at his eyes. “It was ages ago, before Christmas wasn’t it?”
“Yes, I asked that. But it took ages to get an answer out of her and when I did, I suppose I wasn’t too happy about it.” Pansy looked down at her hands and Draco crossed his arms.
“Well, what was it?”
“She apparently said one day while she was sitting with Potter alone, that she uh,” Pansy swallowed and rested her chin on her palm. “Found you…appealing.”
Draco looked at her and saw that she was near tears. He honestly didn’t know what to do. First he looked at her, and then down at his hands, and then at the door and then back at Pansy.
“Oh,” he said, somewhat lamely. “Well, what did Potter do?”
“Apparently he went off his nut.
Draco couldn’t help but smile.
PART XXXVIII
“I told Ron that I liked boys,” Harry said, looking across at Malfoy who was staring at the sky. But at his words he raised an eyebrow and shot a glance at him.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why though.”
Harry stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets. The chill and frost of the air was leaving him, but dusk was gathering on the horizon. He would be taken to London tonight where he would be staying with the Magpies team.
“Oh?”
“I mean, not that I didn’t mind telling Ron,” Harry’s eyes darted to Malfoy and then lowered again. “It’s just…I dunno. I felt so bad.”
“Oh.”
Harry kicked at a root in the ground. The snow had melted during the week and now the ground was slightly damp and the trees bear.
“It’s not that I have a problem with boys, it’s just the fact that…that…” Harry broke off and looked up at the clear but darkening sky.
“The fact that it’s me?” Malfoy said quietly and Harry looked at him and nodded.
“Yeah. But,” Harry stepped over a branch and then ducked under another one. “I can’t really, you know, see myself with any other boy though.”
Harry looked back and saw that Malfoy had stopped.
“What?”
“Say that again?”
“Say what?”
“What you just said,”
“I can’t see myself with any other boy?”
Malfoy nodded dumbly and Harry saw a blush rising in his pale cheeks.
“You can’t?” the thin lips murmured and Harry shook his head, feeling a blush mounting from his cheeks.
Harry walked back towards the Slytherin.
“What if,” Malfoy was saying. “What if…Oliver Wood came back to Hogwarts…could you imagine yourself with him?”
Harry blinked and stopped just in front of him.
“Oliver Wood? Where did that come from?”
Malfoy’s blush deepened and Harry caught on.
“Oh, Malfoy! You had the hots for Oliver!”
“It wasn’t the hots, Potter.” Malfoy said crisply, his cheeks burning scarlet. “I just found him…attractive.”
Harry stepped closer and slipped his hands loosely around Malfoy’s waist, his finger sliding into the back pockets of the Slytherin’s jeans.
“Well,” he whispered as Malfoy’s body pressed against his, “If Oliver came back and made a pass at me, I would simply say I wasn’t available.”
“Available?”
Harry dipped his head under Malfoy’s ear and nuzzled at his neck.
“Yeah, got a problem with that Malfoy?”
“Not at all. I was just wondering how you can say you like boys in general and not consider Wood.”
Harry breathed in deeply and cinnamon filled his head.
“Maybe I’m not gay after all,” he said lazily, drifting his tongue across the pale skin.
“No?”
“Maybe I only like Malfoy boys.”
And then Harry realised that Malfoy was hugging him. That Draco was holding him. Tight.
And softly from above he only just heard;
“I definitely only like Harry Potter boys.”
~~~
Author's Notes:
The calm before the storm ...The fluff before the angst..
Seriously.
The part where Harry came out to Ron...did it work? I realised just then, after just re-reading it, Harry seemed kind of feminine. Please oh please tell me if that section was okay.
*is dying*
Jessica
Shiny things, I promise...