"You may kiss the bride!"
Ron grabbed Hermione and kissed her softly at first, then more and more roughly, as she was opening more and more to his hot tongue in her mouth. Behind them, everyone was cheering, in particular their best friend, Harry Potter, you know, the boy-who-lived-seven-times-who-defeated-for-good-you-know-who-and-boyfriend-of-Ginevra-Weasley-and-lover-of-Draco-Malfoy(and-even-the-main-character-of-a-few-books-written-by-JK-Rowling). Well, anyway, Harry was currently cheering at his friends happiness, and thinking about his own perfect life, shared between his job: he was an auror (his dream), his wonderful girlfriend, Ginny, and his amazing lover, Draco. So you may ask, what's the use in writting a story about a perfect life? After all, there isn't something more boring than that. Actually, the truth is that his life was about to become a little bit less perfect.
Because, as his travelling gaze croosed his girlfriend's, the look she casted could mean only one thing: trouble.
Indeed, late that night, when they found themselves alone in their hotel room, she made him sit
"Look, Harry, I can't go on like that. I'm tired of being the girl you shag four night a week. I'm tired of sharing you with Draco, who is only using you to satisfied his needs, and I don't like the fact that you are not able to be satisfied only with me! So, listen carefully, I won't say it twice: you dump him, or I live you. We are going out for more longer than Ron and Hermione, and they are maried now. I want a family life, I want children, and I want for them a father that don't leave three night a week to shag an other man. You are warned, it's me or him! Now, get out, and don't come back unless you are ready to live only with me!"
And with that, Harry found himself thrown outside of the room, facing a closed door, before he could even utter a world. Slightly distraught, he walked to his Draco's room, two doors farther down the corridor. He knocked to the door and entered the room, to find his lover looking angrily at him.
"Oh, that how you see things ? You have a row with your girlfriend, so you come here to find comfort? Well, let me tell you one thing: you won't find some! I'm tired too! You can't even see that I love you, you just see me as a good shag, useful for your needs! Listen to me carefully: since now it's ended! It's me or her! Make your choice, and don't come back before!"
Once more, Harry found himself in the corridor, completly distraught this time, and not quite understanding a thing. Why did they do that? That never seemed to bother them before! What should I do? Merlin, help me please!
Merlin, quite busy at this time, but always there when it came to Harry James Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, decided to do something. He cast a spell on Harry from his heaven, something in ancient gaelic that actually meant 'Find your true love'. However, since that spell was painful and its apllication needed time, he cast another spell that gave Harry the need to get drunk, to forget temporarily that his life could sink no lower ( or at least that's what he was thinking). So Harry go to a very seedy bar near the hotel and drank half the alcohol available in the bar. Then, in order to forget totally his grief, he shag two men and three women during the night, and finally collapsed in front of the front door of the hotel. That's were Severus Snape, his favourite teacher back to school, found him. Harry was crying and saying incoherent things, so Sev dragged him up in his room, and left him to sleep in his bed.
A few hours later, Harry woke up with the need to use the bathroom. So he got up, passed Sev who was reading, and went into the bathroom.
After only a few seconds, Sevvie heard a loud scream, and ran into the bathroom.
Seeing no attackers , he wondered at first if Harry finally went insane from his scar, until he look at the young men.
"Oh my..."
A/N: Hello everyone.
A little cliffy. I like it, I'm like that, sometimes.
I hope you liked that, and if you want to read what's next, well... review!
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