Hey everyone! I finally finished the Lover's Universe and so I'm moving on. This fan fiction will be periodically updated and is a total of four parts. There will be like Ron/Hermione and basic Gryffindor bashing in this story… don't worry, it's for a good purpose I swear. Also "Hello" is dialogue and 'Hello' is thoughts, Kay?
Anyway, on with the story!
Summary: Harry is tired, so tired. Tired of trying. Tired of failing. Tired of reaching only to have his hand slapped away. So tired of wishing for things that were never meant for him.
"Mhmm..", Ron moaned right next to Harry's ear.
Ron and Hermione were making out. Again.
Harry could feel his lip curling. Didn't they even have the decency to do that in private?
Harry sighed unhappily and rose from his seat next to the intertwined couple in the Gryffindor common room.
Ron and Hermione had finally admitted to liking each other at the end of the war and had gotten together. Now they only had eyes for each other.
Harry didn't mind but sometimes he wished that they would at least acknowledge him other than to yell at him for supposedly doing something wrong.
He trudged upstairs dejectedly and got ready for bed.
He was so tired. It seemed that he was always tired nowadays.
No one noticed his lack of attention.
Having saved the world last year he had gone from hero to zero in no time flat. No one even remembered he existed.
He wasn't really complaining, but it would be nice to be acknowledged once and a while. It used to be that he couldn't even walk down the hallways without someone staring at him. Now no one even said hello.
When Harry slid under his cool sheets, he realized that being invisible had its advantages. No one noticed how tired he was. Tired of life.
As Harry drifted off to sleep, he smiled.
The phantom arms of a lover encased him in warmth. It was okay to be tired when someone was there to hold him.
Draco Malfoy wasn't a very observant young man but even he noticed something was off.
The Gryffindor trio wasn't as happy and friendly as it used to be. Everyone was talking about it and by everyone he meant everyone in Slytherin.
The Weasel and the Mudblood had hooked up and left Potter behind. Poor little Potter.
He looked so sad shoved off to the side of the Gryffindor table.
Ever since he won the war everyone had forgotten he existed.
But Draco remembered. How could he forget? Potter had been the bane of his existence for so long.
Potter with his green, green eyes behind wire frames and that ridiculous mop of black hair that begged for a comb or even fingers to run through it and see if it was as soft as it looked- not that Draco felt that way.
Now Potter seemed small. A mere shadow of his former self. He had always been thin but now he looked as if a strong wind could fell him like a tree.
He sat in his little corner and was silent. Draco watched Potter's emerald eyes dart from face to face at his table. It was clear he had something to say but was too afraid to say it.
Draco pursed his lips and rose from his dinner. Potter's problems had nothing to do with him.
It would do him good to remember that.
Harry had something to say but every time he spoke someone talked over him as if he didn't exist. He sighed and rose form the table, stalking out of the hall.
"Well, if it isn't Potter... Where are your friends, Griffindork? Too busy sucking face to follow you around?" Harry started as Malfoy's voice rang behind him.
He whirled around and took in the sight of the tall blond man who was smirking at him attractively.
'Wait... Attractively… I must be losing my mind to call Draco Malfoy attractive", Harry mentally smacked himself.
'But he is,' a naughty voice that sounded suspiciously like Sirius' retorted. Harry shook his head and snarled at the blond.
"They don't have to be with me all the time unlike your two 'bodyguards' ... tell me Malfoy, do they guard your body in every way?", Harry smirked at the dull red flush that spread across Malfoy's aristocratic cheekbones.
"Ugh... You're disgusting Potter... No wonder you don't have a girlfriend if you have sick fantasies like that about me", Draco scrunched up his nose.
'Doesn't he look cute with his nose all scrunched up like that... makes you just want to kiss him doesn't it?' the voice had came back to torment Harry.
He blinked rapidly and tried to focus on his conversation with Malfoy. "You're right; I would have to be sick to have fantasies about something like you Malfoy",
And with that parting shot Harry swept down the hall, his cloak flaring in a way that Snape would grudgingly admire.
Draco stood still for all of ten seconds trying to acknowledge that blow. 'What the hell does he mean some thing like me? Does he know I'm a descendent of the fallen?'
Suddenly it clicked. "POTTER", Draco's yell could be heard throughout the castle.
Draco was sure that Potter didn't know his secret; he was just being a bloody arse.
Strangely no one seemed to think it odd that Draco Malfoy was screaming Harry Potter's name late at night.
They all figured it was going to happen sometime.