Obsession
Written by StrawberryGirl87
Harry is the perpetual playboy until he comes across a young man who doesn't like to play games when it comes to his feelings. However jilted ex-lover with revenge on his mind isn't just going to allow his obsession to get away that easily. Drarry, AU, NO MAGIC!
Chapter One
"Uggg" Harry groaned rolling over, trying to escape the noise that roused him from sleep, he was fully clothed in bed, shoes and all, his head felt like it had split open and all he wanted was to go back to sleep. The only problem with this plan however was the incessant beeping from his mobile on his bedside table that was signalling an incoming text message.
He grabbed for it, wanting to shut it up so that he could go back to sleep, having half a mind to throw the damn thing across the room but knowing he would regret that decision later when all he had to show for it was a broken phone. He clicked the text message open and stared at it trying to figure out why it was so blurry until he realised he had neither his contacts nor his glasses on. Pushing his glasses on to his nose he read the message from his best friend Ron Weasley. 'Are you alive?' It read.
Despite his hangover and his exhaustion from only getting three hours sleep he chuckled. This was the usual message he got from his friends after a hard night out drinking. The clock on his nightstand told him it was eight in the morning and he had class in two hours. Going back to sleep was not an option. He sent back a swift reply of 'Yes' before pulling himself reluctantly from his bed.
His room was identical to that of any University student in England. Band posters on the wall of some punk band that he half way found decent, clothes strewn all over the place, sink and shower in one corner of the room and the laundry basket overflowing. He kicked off his shoes as he tried desperately to remember the night before. He could blame Ron for this memory loss, it had been his idea to start on the shots, he'd been happy to stick to beer. Drinking was never a good idea but especially not when it was the night before classes were due to start for the term.
His phone beeped again, another message from Ron, 'Breakfast, fifteen minutes' It had read. Harry sighed shaking his head, that boy was always thinking with his stomach. He was lucky he was such an active football player, otherwise he would have been the size of a house. Stripping himself out of his slept-in clothes he headed for the shower. He didn't want to go to his first class of the year stinking like a brewery.
He didn't even have time for a quick wank in the shower, something that would infuriate him no end for the rest of the day. His sex drive was higher than most he had found and if he didn't fit in an orgasm before breakfast then he'd just be agitated all day. Not two minutes after he'd stepped out the shower Ron was knocking on his door. Harry really was going to regret them being next door neighbours this year, he could tell already.
At eighteen, Ron was tall, well built with a lot of freckles and red hair. They'd been friends since primary school along with Hermione Granger, who made up their friendship trio. She and Ron had also just become a couple over the summer after years of flirtatious banter. Harry couldn't believe it, he had never thought either of them would get up the courage to make the first move but he was glad that they had. Finally.
Still with a towel wrapped precariously around his waist Harry unlocked the door to his best friend who burst in, a blur of caffeinated energy as always. It didn't matter how much Ron had had to drink the night before he would wake up, down a can of red bull and be as energetic as if he had had a full night of sleep.
The red head groaned when he saw that Harry wasn't dressed, "Come on mate, I said we'd meet Mione in five minutes!" He complained as the door closed behind him.
""Fine, fine," Harry said with a dramatic sigh, dropping his towel where he stood. Ron groaned and covered his eyes, acting up dramatically as he waved his arms around trying to shield himself from the naked man in front of him. Harry only laughed at his antics, he always did enjoy making his very straight best friend uncomfortable, ever since he had walked in on a rather steamy make out session between Harry and George Weasley, one of his elder brothers over the summer.
Harry was very confident about his body, he had no doubt in his mind that he was a fine specimen of a man but he tried not to get too big headed about that too often as it didn't become him and he knew this. There had never been any question about his sexuality either, he had always liked men. He had never understood Ron's fascination with breasts, they just didn't appeal to him.
He raked a comb through his damp, messy black hair that no matter what he did always looked wind swept. Unable to stand the idea of putting his contacts in when he was this hung over he pushed his glasses on to the bridge of his nose while shoving his feet into trainers now that he was fully dressed, though lacking underwear, but that was his lifestyle choice rather than from a rush to get ready.
Grabbing his backpack, which he was glad that he had packed the night before, he was ready to go. Ron anxiously waiting for him by the door, fidgeting the whole time, impatient to go and meet his girlfriend. He and Hermione were in the early stages of their relationship where everything was new and exciting where they actually enjoyed seeing each other. Harry loved them both dearly and he was happy for them but he would never understand them. He didn't do relationships, they were too complicated. He preferred to keep his freedom and fuck around most nights with someone he wouldn't remember the name of in the morning.
Harry was already well known at the local campus gay bar, the Slither Inn. His older and only brother Jake having a job there. Being a pretty awesome brother, Jake had taken to sneaking Harry in when he was seventeen, though adamantly never serving him alcohol. Jake was now in his final year of University and living off campus with his girlfriend.
The two brothers saw each other regularly but only because Jake work most evenings at Slither and it was a frequent hangout and drinking spot for Harry. As siblings went the two brothers were fairly close, Jake being very protective over his baby brother and highly disapproving of his sexual activity. He didn't care about him being gay, only about his inability to commit to someone.
They had lost their mother five years previously in a car accident, their father had completely broken down over her untimely death and their Godfather, Sirius had had to move into the family home to help out with everything. It was only three years ago that James Potter had overcome his depression and come back to work as a Professor teaching English Literature at the University where his son's currently studied.
Harry was the only one of them who had elected to take his course. Jake, like Ron preferred the more physical aspect of life and both were studying Sport Science. Harry was much more of a book geek than his brother, who had no time for reading. The younger of the Potter boys couldn't wait to start the course, having already read all of the books on his course list at least twice each.
Studying English Literature was just the kind of non-committal course Harry needed to study when he was so unfocused on what he wanted to do with his life. For the time being he was more than happy to shag about and keep his dad content by taking this course, which for Harry was easy considering how much he liked to read.
Their campus dormitory was laid out over two floors with the boys on the lower floor and girls on the upper floor. The dining hall only five minutes away, perfect for students like Harry who liked to sleep in later than he should and needed to run to catch breakfast. Hermione awaited them outside the dorm rooms entrance, perched on a small brick wall, her nose in a book, as usual.
She was easily the smartest of the trio, her work load reflected this. Where Harry and Ron had decided to take only one course each, she had decided to take two, effectively doubling her stress load. Harry and Ron had only four two hour lectures for the first half of the year, whereas Hermione had eight. For Harry two of those four were with his Dad and Ron had made his life easier by enlisting the help of Harry's older brother to help him get through the first year.
Harry smiled at her as they approached, Ron instantly went in for a quick kiss. Harry had to admit that they were a cute couple. Hermione was a lot shorter than Ron in comparison, her waist tiny and her hair constantly in pigtails as it was so unruly.
From the moment that they had started school together at the age of five they'd been drawn to each other, three misfits. They may have grown up since then but they'd never grown apart and they were all very much still misfits.
"Hey, Harry," A male voice called out at them from behind as the three had started heading for breakfast. Harry turned to see who it was that had called his name and groaned when he saw Tom Riddle. He was a handsome second year student who'd had family troubles, though harry hadn't paid much attention to what. Whatever they'd been it had delayed him starting University and therefore even though he was only one year ahead he was actually five years senior to Harry.
"Whose that?" Hermione asked curiously. She often didn't come out with the boys, having far too much studying to do to keep up with their nightly antics. Ron just raised an amused eyebrow in Harry's direction.
"One of Harry's bed mates," Ron explained to Hermione who simply tutted her disapproval.
Harry simply gave her a disparaging look. "Yeah, one that won't take a bloody hint," He said muttering to his friends as Tom Riddle finally caught up with them. "Hi Tom," harry said, his voice lacking in enthusiasm.
"Glad I caught you," The older boy said, a little breathless from running to catch up. His pale cheeks were a little flushed and his brown curls all over the place. "I was hoping we could get breakfast together," He said hopefully. "After the other night …. Well, I um… I can't stop thinking about you."
"Sorry Tom, I told you, I don't do dates or relationships. I certainly don't do breakfast and only the lucky ones get a second night and you didn't make the cut, sorry," Harry said a little coldly. He'd had experience dealing with one night stands who couldn't take a hint. He knew it was best to nip it in the bud quickly and efficiently even if that meant being a little harsh in the process.
Turning away from Tom who stood there looking hurt, Harry headed for the dining hall, Ron and Hermione as always by his side. "That was a little cruel harry," Hermione said her tone heavy with disapproval.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, "Was he that bad in bed?" For that question he received a sharp elbow to the ribs from his girlfriend.
"That is beside the point Ronald," She said sternly. Being a couple hadn't changed how much they could make him laugh that was for sure. "You can't just go around hurting people's feelings like that."
"He was just a one night stand Mione, he knew that when we went to bed together, I made it very clear, it's not my fault that he can't take a hint." Harry tried to explain to her but no amount of explaining was going to get her to lessen her judgemental stare.
"When was this supposed one night?" She asked as they walked into the dining hall, grabbed trays and started helping themselves to the buffet of breakfast type foods. Harry however wasn't paying attention to his friends or to getting breakfast, his focus had been drawn instead to a shock of white blonde hair. A teenager who looked about their age, sitting reading on his own, a half-eaten bowl of cereal in front of him.
