Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, the world would end. Literally and figuratively. This fic is ripped off of a monologue a friend was memorizing. I do not know the name or the writers or anything but it was just too good not to rip off.
Author's Note: Critique welcomed, as long as it actually helps. Thank you.
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A tall blond man stopped Harry Potter in the streets. He looked weirdly familiar, but Harry couldn't place him. Along with the familiar face came a familiar feeling. Hate. But it wasn't a passionate, vengeful hate, like hate Harry felt for Voldemort- no, this hate was more of warm, rivalry sort of hate. The man would have been beautiful he hadn't had a haughty, I'm-richer-then-you look etched into his face.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his hand on Harry's jacket. The clouds overhead rumbled. Harry thought and the only flicker recognition of this man came from his youth, from his graduation. It was hard to think, especially with this man staring at him so intensely.
"I think so," Harry began uneasily. A raindrop fluttered down and landed on his coat. "It seems like I know you from a party."
"Yes, a party!"
"It was late in the year. . ."
"It was June. We were celebrating. . ."
"Yes, that's right. Celebrating. It was warm."
"It was drafty and I saw you staring out at the lake."
"The lake?"
"The lake. The party was by a lake."
"You came up to me. You were quiet. We didn't talk, because we weren't supposed to."
"People were dancing..."
"You asked me to dance and we did."
"We didn't talk."
"We did. We talked a lot. About things we wished we'd done, and things we wished we hadn't."
"The Party died down."
"No, it got louder."
"We wanted to escape."
"We crept away, into a forest. It was dark."
"No, to a castle and we made love. It was long, it was beautiful, it was passionate."
"And I promised you everything. I wanted the world for you."
"We slept next to each, cuddled up, tired."
"We crept back to the party, where people were dancing."
"I was cold. You hugged me."
"I gave you my jacket and I asked you to dance again."
"We came back. We danced."
"We danced a lot and we talked. I told you everything."
"You said nothing. We just danced and danced until there was no music, no crowds, no nothing."
"At the climax of the party we parted. We didn't want to talk about what we'd done."
"We went our separate ways the next day, after spending the night together. We knew we'd never see each other again."
"Perhaps it was a different time."
"A different party."
"A different man."
The man turned from Harry and walked back the way he had come. Harry looked after him as the rain began pour over him.
Author's Note: Critique welcomed, as long as it actually helps. Thank you.
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A tall blond man stopped Harry Potter in the streets. He looked weirdly familiar, but Harry couldn't place him. Along with the familiar face came a familiar feeling. Hate. But it wasn't a passionate, vengeful hate, like hate Harry felt for Voldemort- no, this hate was more of warm, rivalry sort of hate. The man would have been beautiful he hadn't had a haughty, I'm-richer-then-you look etched into his face.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his hand on Harry's jacket. The clouds overhead rumbled. Harry thought and the only flicker recognition of this man came from his youth, from his graduation. It was hard to think, especially with this man staring at him so intensely.
"I think so," Harry began uneasily. A raindrop fluttered down and landed on his coat. "It seems like I know you from a party."
"Yes, a party!"
"It was late in the year. . ."
"It was June. We were celebrating. . ."
"Yes, that's right. Celebrating. It was warm."
"It was drafty and I saw you staring out at the lake."
"The lake?"
"The lake. The party was by a lake."
"You came up to me. You were quiet. We didn't talk, because we weren't supposed to."
"People were dancing..."
"You asked me to dance and we did."
"We didn't talk."
"We did. We talked a lot. About things we wished we'd done, and things we wished we hadn't."
"The Party died down."
"No, it got louder."
"We wanted to escape."
"We crept away, into a forest. It was dark."
"No, to a castle and we made love. It was long, it was beautiful, it was passionate."
"And I promised you everything. I wanted the world for you."
"We slept next to each, cuddled up, tired."
"We crept back to the party, where people were dancing."
"I was cold. You hugged me."
"I gave you my jacket and I asked you to dance again."
"We came back. We danced."
"We danced a lot and we talked. I told you everything."
"You said nothing. We just danced and danced until there was no music, no crowds, no nothing."
"At the climax of the party we parted. We didn't want to talk about what we'd done."
"We went our separate ways the next day, after spending the night together. We knew we'd never see each other again."
"Perhaps it was a different time."
"A different party."
"A different man."
The man turned from Harry and walked back the way he had come. Harry looked after him as the rain began pour over him.