Title: Why now?
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Harry has some problems dealing with one of the after war results. Angst and broken objects follow.
Warnings: Implied slash, swearing, not really compliant to the later books
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I just borrowed them without permission again.
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"I hate you! Just leave me the hell alone!"
Hermione grimaced at the angry declaration that was accompanied by another smashing of what sounded like glass. She sighed heavily and moved to mark her place in the book she was reading. Slowly, as though it was a daily routine, she made her way to the bathroom cabinet.
The angry voice sounded again in the background. There was a moment of silence, then more shouting and crashing glass.
Hermione skimmed the many bottles before taking the one she was looking for and removing 2 of the capsules inside. She replaced the bottle among its similar, then turned and left the room, turning out the light as she went, resigning herself for another unpleasant encounter with the owner of the angry voice.
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"I hate you! Just leave me the hell alone!"
"No, Harry, I won't leave you alone. I love you, why won't you just tell me what's wrong?"
"You know what's wrong! We've been over this hundreds of times. Everyday in fact, for the past fucking month!"
"Then why do I still not know?"
"I DON'T KNOW! Why can't you understand this? You didn't contact me for almost a year, and then one day you just show up and expect everything to be the same as it was before you left me? Things don't work that way Tom!"
"But I never wanted to leave you! Harry, please listen to me! You mean so much to me, and it kills me to see you hurting like this!"
Something that Tom had said seemed to finally have an affect on the irrational Harry, for he slowly began to lower the vase he had been about to throw. It was at that moment that Hermione chose to burst into the room. Harry raised the vase again at the sudden intruder.
"Harry! Stop!"
Harry dropped the vase which promptly shattered on the floor and threw himself face down on the bed behind him.
"Go away, Hermione."
Hermione sighed, cast a silent reparo on the vase, and sat down next to Harry.
She began to rub his back slowly. "Harry, I need you to take these…" She held out the pills.
"No. I won't. They'll make him go away; you want him to go away!"
"Listen to me Harry. It's not Tom's fault. I know you're mad, believe me I do, and I miss him too, but he's de-"
"Tom is NOT DEAD! He's here! He told me he loves me! He can't be gone forever, he just can't!" Harry screamed at Hermione. She took the opportunity to shove the pills in his mouth and down his throat.
"Look what you did! Now he'll never come back!!" He returned to crying on the bed. 20 minutes later, with a final "I miss you, Tom…" the pills kicked in and Harry passed out.
Hermione helved another sigh as she rose from the bed. Gently closing the door behind her, she headed off towards her own bed; she would deal with Harry's wrath in the morning.
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When he heard the door shut, Harry rolled back over on the bed, his eyes red from the tears. He moved in front on the mirror. Tom looked back at him, looking just as he had the day Harry had watched him die: sick and weak.
"I can't keep doing this Tom. Sooner or later she's going to realize that the pills have been switched. I've got to move on…"
"I know. You're right, as always, and I love you even more for it. But do please remember that. I'll always love you, Harry."
"And I you Tom. Goodbye."
Harry cast a final shattering spell on the mirror, then returned to the bed, wishing for an everlasting sleep, but knowing it wouldn't come for a very long time.
A/N: I was in a bad mood one day, and this is what came out. Hope you enjoyed it, reviews are always welcome.