Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter books or films or anything associated with them. I also don't own 30 Seconds to Mars or anything associated with their song "A Modern Myth."
A/N: Songfic(ish) based on "A Modern Myth" for the boys Dean and Seamus. If you enjoy this, feel free to review/PM me with an idea. There's a list on my profile page of potential D/S fics for the future. Thank you so much to Silver-Raven22 for the story idea! Con crit is the fire that keeps me warm at night.
A Modern Myth
Did we create a modern myth?
Did we believe that we could honestly have a relationship like this? Friends with Benefits my arse. We're more than friends. And they were more than just benefits…
Did we imagine half of it? Did we imagine the expressions on each other's faces when we'd… well. No. That was real. But the whispered 'I love you''s, those were imagined. I knew they were when I'd look into his eyes and he'd just grin, like he always did, no indication that life-changing words had been said.
But then we'd been discovered. And what we did…. That was not okay with the wizarding world, most particularly the pureblooded boys in Slytherin. And when, one day, he'd come in beaten, face black and blue, I knew it was over.
"The secret is out." I whispered, and he nodded, gingerly raising a hand to his nose to stop the flow of blood.
As he took his hand away from his pale face and looked at the soaking red robe, he winced.
"Save yourself." He said to me, and disappeared into the bathroom.
And just like that, we were through.
It's been a while, since that incident, and I just sit and think about it. Think about how our world of love and intimacy and even our friendship was turned upside down by bigots and little boys, frightened that we could infect them. We'd managed to convince them, once it was over, that it hadn't ever really happened. That circumstance had forced us into a situation that hadn't been what it had looked like (even though to me, it had been so much more than just… well. You know). We sold them the lie, and that was the biggest mistake of my life.
I miss him. It's that simple. And tonight, I'm going to show him just how much. It may come to be an even bigger mistake than lying, but I don't care. It's worth it, for one last time. One last chance to smell him and touch his sandy hair and freckled skin and be with him the way I will always want to be. If he says yes, one last chance to forget to breathe because of how he feels pressed against me. One last chance to say goodbye.