Mist
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Pairing: Past ?/Harry. It's not Draco, by the way.
Note: After the war, Harry was 19 when the war ended, it's a couple months later.
Word Count: 462 (only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Tuesday, October 21st, 2009
Mist
He always said he loved me, that he would love nothing more than to show people we were together and that I was his, and he was mine. He'd always tell me that I was his only and that he'd never love anyone as much as me, that we just couldn't come out and say it because it would only make people doubt me more, that we were at war and that this kind of personal information could only be used against us by the wrong people, both light and dark.
I agreed, I didn't push the issue no matter how sad it mad me because, well, he was right. There were so many people on the light side, many of my friends included, that would not accept my relationship with a Slytherin whose father was a famous Death Eater and right hand man to Voldemort. It didn't help that Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Molly and most of the light side thought I would marry Ginny one day and have a happy light family.
It was a complete lie, of course. Even if I did love her, Ginny was so fickle with her emotions, with her love and with herself. I can't tell you the number of boyfriends she has had, nor the number of times I've overheard her talking with her friends about sleeping with them.
As for the dark side, well, it was fairly obvious what they would do with that kind of knowledge.
I had thought it was reasonable, that he was just trying to protect me and us. I had been caught by his lies, blinded by his smiles and couldn't see through the cleverly disguised mist he used to hide the real reasons why we kept 'us' to ourselves.
It hadn't been until the end of the war, when I had found out the truth. His father had pushed him into marriage with a pure blooded woman and he had the choice to accept the marriage and keep a lover on the side, in secret of course, as most every pure blood in an arranged marriage did, or reject it, lose his status as heir and all the money and everything else that came with the title as Lord and Heir.
He had chosen the first option, and I had chosen to reject him, instead. He doesn't get it, though. Won't leave me alone, trying to weasel back into the life we had, or at least the life I had thought we had had. I married Ginny, as expected of me, and then divorced her a day later when I found her making out with the caterer. I didn't care much, though, because it at least gave me a reason to leave the magical world, and him, behind.