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Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
Harry woke up in a warm embrace, face snuggled against a warm body, and for one moment, he thought he was back in Blaise's arms after a horrible nightmare. He daren't open his eyes; he felt safe and secure. But he knew such comfort wouldn't last. He tentatively opened his eyes. Instead of Blaise's tanned chest, he found himself facing a pale, almost alabaster body. Still trying to figure out who this person was, Harry sneaked his hand up the smooth slender body – opposed to the muscular body he was used to - to the person's head where he felt the soft long locks of hair and everything clicked. Harry cringed when he realised who he was in bed with and what he had done.
"Shit," he hissed, not caring if it was in English or Parseltongue. He carefully unhooked the arms from around his neck and climbed out of the bed, realising he was naked. He was thankful that Draco was still asleep; he wasn't sure he could face his friend. Casting one last glance at Draco, Harry silently scuttled to the shower to scrub the sticky substances from his stomach.
You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
The boiling water scalded Harry, but he didn't care. He felt disgusted with himself. How could he have slept with Draco the same day they held Blaise's funeral? He started to cry at the thought of his husband, and wondered where his body was.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and slid to the floor. He remembered the last time he felt this shit and how he dealt with it, and although it registered in his mind, Harry hardly noticed what he had done until he opened his eyes again. In his right hand was a small but sharp knife. His left arm was covered in blood, masking the faded Dark Mark. The knife fell to the floor with a clatter. Harry quickly stood up and held his arm under the shower. The hot water stung the deep cut. Harry hissed in pain but didn't move away. Instead he turned the heat up and pulled the wound apart, letting the water penetrate deeper. Harry closed his eyes again as the pain shot up his arm, filling his body.
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
A while later, Harry left the bathroom dressed completely in black. His fresh scar was concealed with a powerful Glamour charm; Harry didn't want people to have another scar to stare at. He was quiet as he walked through the house to the kitchen, not wanting to confront Draco. Harry wolfed down a bowl of slightly soft cornflakes before scribbling a quick note on a scrap of paper. He left it on the kitchen table and Apparated out of the house.
You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise centre
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test
He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
Draco woke to the noise of a loud crack which he immediately recognised as Apparation. He sat up and noticed Harry was no longer in the bed.
"Shit," he said to himself. He hadn't meant to have had sex with Harry – he just wanted a kiss – but he got carried away. He pulled on a pair of tight boxers, grabbed his wand and ran downstairs, using a modified Point Me spell to trace the last magic used in the house. It led him into the kitchen. He waved his wand with a Searching Charm but found nothing. He was about to leave the room when he caught a glimpse of something white in the corner of his eye. He turned and grabbed the note from the table, which he read quickly.
Draco
Please don't look for me. I need some time to think.
I'm sorry
Harry
Draco whirled on the spot and robes formed over him. He scowled at the note.
"Like hell am I not going to find you," he said, before Apparating to the one place he thought Harry would be.
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into...
Draco was annoyed to discover he couldn't Apparate directly into Hermione's house. He knocked on the door repeatedly. Hermione opened it slightly.
"Oh, hey Draco," she said. Draco noticed she was very red in the face. "Can I help you?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sorry? Oh, no, you can't. I'm quite busy at the moment. Nice to see you. Bye!" Hermione started to close the door, but Draco stuck his foot in the way.
"Hermione," he said sternly. "It's very important you let me in." He pushed the door hard and burst through.
He heard a voice come from Hermione's living room. "Hermione?" it called. "Are you okay?" The living room door opened. Draco took one look at the person standing there and pulled out his wand.
"Hermione! What the hell is he doing here?!"
You're the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know
"Remus? Sirius?" Harry called into the halls of 12 Grimmauld Place. "Anyone home?" He heard nothing, so stepped towards the kitchen. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Harry spun, wand drawn and faced...nothing. Frowning, Harry turned back around.
"Boo." Sirius' face was almost touching Harry's and the Animagus burst into laughter as Harry screamed.
"You bastard!" Harry shouted, with a hint of humour in his voice. "Where's Remus?"
"Upstairs. Why?"
"I need to talk to you."
Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that IWas looking into your...
Your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door and
Take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay.
"Draco, lower your wand," Hermione said, pulling hers out. "I can explain."
"Explain?!" Draco cried. "You know what he did to us, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, but please, just listen."
"Like hell I will!" Draco shot a curse at the man standing there, who ducked and fired one back.
"Jesus Christ, Draco. You're so fucking stubborn. Stupefy!"
The spell hit Draco in the chest. The last thing he saw before everything faded black was the angry red face of Ronald Bilius Weasley.
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This story is dedicated to Idina Malfoy – told you there was a surprise!
The song used is Thinking Of You by Katy Perry. Enjoy The Third Mistake!
