500 word drabble, Established P/MJ, implied one-sided P/H and past MJ/H. No plot so to speak of.

This was written maybe two years ago and was sitting on my laptop so I decided to upload it.


She wasn't sure how the argument started. There was a point where they were cautiously conversing, the subject of Peter came up, as it usually does, and things went down hill.

If you asked Harry, it was her fault. She should know better than to think they were on perfectly good terms. You don't just come and ask for relationship advice from the person who's in love with your boyfriend. Even if said boyfriend was your best friend.

"You only want him because you can't have him!" Mary Jane's voice was shrill, but it wasn't shaky. She knew exactly what she was saying. "Just how you wanted me! You wanted to hurt him as much as possible. Because every time he looked at me, you wished it were you."

"Shut up!" Harry's hands are balled into fist at his sides, eyes narrowed as he stares at the woman in front of him. For all that she's beautiful, he can't for the world see what it is Peter likes in her. Not right now. "You don't know a single thing about me! You act all high and mighty, but don't you forget, you cheated on me. Once a cheater, always a cheater, right?"

"We were miserable together. It wasn't going to work no matter how we spinned it. And don't pretend you're all that faithful!"

"At least I don't try to hide it."

She gives a hearty laugh, joyless. "That's the only thing you don't hide. You're always hiding, Harry. Behind your father, behind your money, behind your stupid facade, behind Peter. You've never been your own man, Harry."

"Well, you're not much of a woman either." The slap she delivers is enough to stun him for all of half a minute. "What, is hitting me your only solution? Can't handle the truth, MJ?"

She raises her hand again, as if to go in for another hit, but brings it back down to her side. "You're the one who can't handle the truth." Her voice goes a few octaves lower, is steadier now, no longer shrill. "You're just a little kid wearing big boy pants. You can't accept the fact that your money can't buy you whatever you want. You can't accept the fact Peter won't love you like you want him to. Stop blaming others for your own misfortunes, and maybe you'll be a lot happier."

She turns her back, preparing to leave the argument behind, to walk out of his house and and never revisit this scenario again. "I hope things get better for you, Harry, I really do." Her voice is perfectly sincere. Harry loathes her for it.

"I don't need your pity!"

"It's not pity." He hears the click of her heels for a few minutes, and with that, she's out the door and Harry is left staring at her retreat.