Harry, so he thought, had done just as good a job avoiding Ron as Ron had done avoiding him. He'd told the other boy that he would talk to him later, but later hadn't come. Harry wasn't sure he wanted later to come. Besides, what exactly was he going to tell Ron? Sorry Malfoy and I are dating now? He couldn't even say that in all certainty.
He walked into the kitchen not seeing Ron at first, but when the familiar shock of red hair suddenly appeared he froze in the doorway. It would have been far more awkward between them if he'd turned and ran as he wanted to. So instead Harry just stood there.
It became apparent however that Ron wasn't paying attention to him. Harry cleared his throat.
Ron was ready to shout 'bloody hell, trying to give me a heart attack' but there was only one person who'd be doing any throat clearing in the cottage and that was the one person he'd been trying to avoid. Malfoy didn't count because he avoided him anyway unless Harry wanted them to catch cupids or if it was via the phone things. He finished setting down the food for Arabella before he turned.
He probably looked like his mother about now, same scowl, same folded arms although the effect was ruined by the hint of red on his cheeks because of course his brain was doing a replay of that whole awkward conversation. There might have been a hint of panic too because what the hell was he supposed to say here?
"Harry," he finally settled on, leaning back against the kitchen counter, "s'pose we couldn't avoid each other forever."
"Ron." Well here was the coupe, and what were they really supposed to say to each other? "No we really couldn't."
Harry looks down at the cat who is now contentedly munching her breakfast. He wonders what Hermione would have thought about all this, and decides he'd rather not know. Then again knowing Hermione she wouldn't really disapprove either.
"I guess we probably should try and talk about.." Harry trails off and moves his hands as if to say 'all this'.
"Y-yeah, better to get these things out in the open." Just...without the gory details and really, it was weird thinking that this was the same Draco that had gone out with Hermione; was he trying to get one over on Ron here by snogging both of his best friends? He shook his head to clear the thought because just...disturbing. Yeah, that was the word.
"You wanna just sit down here? I made tea...seems like the kind of thing you talk about with tea."
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He walked into the kitchen not seeing Ron at first, but when the familiar shock of red hair suddenly appeared he froze in the doorway. It would have been far more awkward between them if he'd turned and ran as he wanted to. So instead Harry just stood there.
It became apparent however that Ron wasn't paying attention to him. Harry cleared his throat.
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He probably looked like his mother about now, same scowl, same folded arms although the effect was ruined by the hint of red on his cheeks because of course his brain was doing a replay of that whole awkward conversation. There might have been a hint of panic too because what the hell was he supposed to say here?
"Harry," he finally settled on, leaning back against the kitchen counter, "s'pose we couldn't avoid each other forever."
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Harry looks down at the cat who is now contentedly munching her breakfast. He wonders what Hermione would have thought about all this, and decides he'd rather not know. Then again knowing Hermione she wouldn't really disapprove either.
"I guess we probably should try and talk about.." Harry trails off and moves his hands as if to say 'all this'.
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"You wanna just sit down here? I made tea...seems like the kind of thing you talk about with tea."
Would the awkward never end?
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