"Harry!! Harry!!!" The boy looked up at the sound of his best friend's voice. A smile lit up his emerald green eyes. That was the only trickled of emotion he would ever show. "Heya Harry! Want to come catch the game with me? Then you, me, Draco, and Parvati can go out, how's that sound to you?" Harry sighed. He would never admit it, but seeing Hermione happy and ecstatic like now made his heart swell. Because he knew it was because of him and his cousin Parvati that Hermione was happy. He looked at her blankly.
"Whatever. Is Draco going to be there?"
"I'm here, love," a drawl said from a few feet down the hall. Harry closed his instrument case and walked out of the room with Hermione. "Hello Hermione, hey Harry." Harry nodded to the platinum blond. His icy blue eyes met Harry's emerald ones briefly before looking away. Guilt was the only legible emotion. "I need to talk to Harry for a second…"
"Um…" Hermione looked between them. Sighing, she gave in by holding out her hand for Harry's instrument case. Harry reluctantly handed the black thing over and followed his boyfriend back into the classroom.
Draco sighed and sat on the teacher's table while Harry sat on the back of the chair he'd just vacated. Draco glanced up at Harry and quickly looked away. Harry sighed boredly. He preferred a stupid football game to this. Heck, he preferred anything to a guilty silence. And plus, Harry didn't start the conversation. He waited to speak until he was addressed. It's how his adoptive father Tom Riddle raised him. Harry folder his arms across his chest and tugged at the knitted neck of his emerald turtle neck Tom's mother knitted for him. He sighed again to make his annoyance known. Draco finally met his boyfriend's eyes. Okay. Someone tell Harry what's up with the whole guilt thing. Draco cleared his throat and began nervously tapping his fingers on his thigh.
Harry let out another sigh, pushed himself up, and walked to the door. "I'mbreakingupwithyou!" he said hurriedly. Harry stopped, turned around, and raised a black eye brow. He was chewing on his lip, the way that had Draco immediately regretting the decision, the way that showed Harry was thinking about the new twist that had popped up in his already perfectly plotted life. His eyes were staring at the floor as he thought this through. He opened his mouth, shook his head, closed it, and went back to chewing. Finally, he turned his emerald gaze to Draco and nodded. Sometimes Draco hated how submissive Harry was. Sometimes, like now, Draco wished Harry spoke his mind. Draco wished Harry would have emotion for god's sake!!! That was the only reason for Draco's abandonment of Harry. He wanted Harry to be angry, he wanted some form of un-calm reaction! Ugh! Draco sighed, shook his head, and stormed out of the room as if he had been the one dumped, tears in his eyes. Tears of anger. Harry sighed and shook his head, following after the platinum blond. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began making his way towards the football stadium, taking his sweet time. He sighed in contentment as he made his way outside into the drizzling rain. He looked at his watch. Damn. Hermione would kill him. He was late. Whatever. He could always tell her… Yeah, he'd have to tell her the truth. He shrugged as he walked up the stairs of the bleachers. He walked over to Hermione and sat on the blanket she produced from her bag the moment she saw him.
"What took you?" she asked as some kids from the opposing school cheered.
"Draco broke up with me," Harry replied tonelessly.
"He did what?!" Hermione hissed. Harry was kind enough to grace her with a bored look that said, 'well, I just said that.' She glared. "Aren't you angry, Harry?" Again, a look. This one asked her if she was stupid. "I know how you were raised, Harry, but can't you think for yourself?"
"Hermione, I don't care. At all." He sighed and picked up the black case from the ground and cradled it to his chest. This was the one thing he cared about. The one thing Tom let him do of his own accord. The one thing Harry was defiant about. The one time Harry was dominant instead of submissive. Hermione smiled.
"Will you play a song for me?"
"Hermione…" Harry looked at her uneasily.
"You can say n-" but before she could finish, Harry had the instrument out and was making sure it sounded right. Of course. She should've known. Harry loves showing off his musical talents. He brought the chin rest to his chin, tightened his bow, and he began playing. Soon, not even the football players were playing. Harry was content with the silence other than his violin and the rain. He was standing up, a nasty habit he'd picked up from all his concerts, and he was gently moving with the beat, his eyes closed. He would move with the bow and, in the rain, painted a perfect picture. The music thrummed through the silent stadium, echoing in the small corners. Harry's body dipped down with the bow at the finishing note and he sat down and put his violin away. Hermione grinned. "Beautiful Harry. I absolutely love when you play music!"
Harry looked at her with his blank expression. He merely nodded as the football game no one noticed had stopped began again. He turned and leaned back against the brick of the school building the bleachers were in front of and he closed his eyes, allowing the black of sleep the envelope him. He next woke to his cousin and his cousin's girlfriend prodding him in the shoulder.
"Nnn…? 'Mi-Mione? Parvati?" he murmured, yawning. He sat up and sighed, his blank façade falling back into place.
"Hello Harry," Parvati said, kissing her cousin's cheek. She pulled him up and Hermione grinned at them.
"Do you mind, Harry? I need to talk to my brother for a minute to tell him we're going out. Maybe he can come as well…" Hermione looked at him innocently.
"Do I ever mind?" Harry remarked dully. Hermione's face fell. Of course he never minded. He didn't care. Unless his violin came into play in any way, he didn't give a damn. Hermione sighed and led her girlfriend and her best friend off to the locker rooms where they stood in an awkward silence for about ten minutes.
The door swung open and Hermione grinned really big as star quarterback Viktor Krum Granger walked out alone. Everyone else had left before him with Friday Night Plans. He smiled slightly at Hermione and Parvati and looked questioningly at Harry. "Vho is your friend, Hermione?"
Hermione looked at Harry meaningfully and he just stared emotionlessly back at her. "Vik, this is Harry Potter, my best friend!" Viktor looked from his sister to Harry and back again. He then joyously took Harry's hand and began shaking it at a rapid pace.
"Vell, very nice to finally get to veet you!" he said ecstatically. "I am Hermione's brother, Viktor! You vay call ve Vik if you vish to!" Harry nodded.
"Just Harry."
Hermione sighed. She stared at Harry for a minute and spoke. "Vik is adopted, Harry. From Bulgaria." Harry nodded, understanding sparked in his eye.
"Vell Harry, vhy did you not ask ve yourself?" Viktor asked.
"Can I tell him Ha-"
"It's how Tom raised me. Speak only when spoken to."
"Tom?"
"Tom is Harry's adopted father. Harry's parents died in a car crash and Harry was brought up to be submissive and speak only when spoken to, Vik," Hermione muttered hurriedly. Victor studied Harry and grinned.
"You vere tha von playing tha violin, veren't you?" Viktor asked, something lit up in his dark brown eyes. Harry nodded. "I think ve vill ve tha vest of friends then!" Viktor exclaimed, clapping Harry's back. Harry nearly choked on his own saliva. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "Vhat? Vell vhy not?"
"I am gay and Tom only allows my boyfriend in our house and Draco just broke up with me. You do the math," Harry said. It would have been snide had he not said it so dully. Viktor smiled.
"I neveer said I had to come to your house, Harry," he chided. Harry stared. "Vhat I mean is that you can come oveer to our," he motioned between himself and Hermione, "house."
Harry shrugged and Hermione took that as her cue to butt in. "Vik, we're going out. Want to come?"
"Vhere are ve going?" Viktor asked.
"Harry, where would you like to go?" Parvati asked shyly. Harry looked at her.
"Bar-B-Que and a movie." Hermione blinked and, without warning, began laughing.
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