Title: Enough

Author: dracowitch

Rating: M (For later chapters and language)

Pairing(s): HP/DM

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter; except copies of the books, of course.

Setting: This fic is set post-Hogwarts, before the Nineteen Years Later epilogue.

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"Get OUT!" Ginny threw a large bag out of the front door and shoved Harry away from her as he tried to kiss her and wrap his arms around her shoulders.

"Ginny, please. Just listen; you don't understand-"

Ginny's red hair seemed alive as she flew towards her fiancée, wand held outstretched. "Don't understand? I understand that you don't want to be with me anymore. Don't deny it, Harry", she cut across him, "I saw you last night; I've been waiting for it! I saw you and I saw him! Do you know how embarrassing it is for me? To find my fiancée with his hand in some guy's front pocket? And not just any guy – no, it had to be the worst person you could have chosen in the world! I can't even comprehend why you would go anywhere near-".

Harry cut across her rant, "-I didn't know that it was him, did I?"

Ginny looked ludicrous; "So you kiss strangers now, do you? We can't work it out this time. You're gay, I'm a girl – it's not a mix and match situation!"

Harry paused to look at her face properly. Her pale face was streaked with tears, but her bright eyes shone in the sun, her hair flipping around in the breeze like a flame. Harry tilted his head to the side and watched her wand arm twitching. "Well?" she demanded.

"Can't we work this out? It was a mistake: one kiss." Harry met her gaze and pouted. Ginny bit her lip and for a moment and she lowered her wand slightly. Harry took his chance and moved toward her. He had expected her to back away but she remained still. Slowly and carefully, he placed his hands on her arms and kissed her. For a few seconds they were entwined, kissing passionately and tugging at the other's hair. But when Ginny tried to move back into the house with her fiancée, he broke away and frowned. The hesitation was enough for her.

"That's what I thought. Please just go." Ginny turned from him quickly and he watched her slam the door of their house shut behind her.

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Malfoy sauntered out of the Leaky Cauldron and shielded his eyes from the sun. He had had a rough night the night before. His head swam with vague, drunken memories of a stranger whom he had kissed before he had been knocked out of the way by a screaming girl. He did not recognise either of them, but he had been drunk and it was very dark.

Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes and looked about him. It was a relatively normal day in Diagon Alley close to midday at the end of August. Harried looking mothers sped from each shop to the next; small children complaining, or being accidentally left behind staring at the latest racing brooms. Draco sighed dramatically to himself. Astoria wanted a kid. She had been dropping hints for months, but Draco didn't see what all the fuss was about. Looking about him, he could see fathers racing after toddlers with fists full of bat wings, tripping over toy brooms carelessly thrown down in tantrums, struggling with armfuls of new spell books as their kids gazed in awe at various items, with their noses pressed against window panes.

He closed his eyes to compose himself. He had not meant last night to happen; he felt guilty. His conscience never seemed to let anything go nowadays. Most people might have called it some form of Karma; that he deserved it for what he had been involved in when he was younger. But that was the past; he liked to live in the present and right now he had to meet his wife at Gringotts.

He and Astoria were setting up a joint account; it was a big step that Draco had only reluctantly agreed to. They both had inherited plenty of money; there was no need to combine their fortunes, but Astoria wanted to 'move forwards'. At least that was how she had put it. Draco didn't understand why when they were already married. He suddenly broke away from his thoughts, frowning to himself. Checking his silver pocket watch from inside his cloak, he noted the emerald encrusted minute hand was edging closer to the twelve.

Darting through the crowds with expertise on the main stretch, he headed quickly through some questionable back streets to avoid the masses and arrived at Gringotts within two minutes. Recognising his wife at the bottom of the marble steps, he took a deep breath and made his way toward her.

Draco kissed her briefly on her pale cheek and made an effort to smile. He was hung over and they both knew it, but he offered her his arm and they entered the large marble hall.

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"Afternoon, Hannah," Harry nodded to the former Hufflepuff behind the bar at the Leaky Cauldron. She smiled at him and took his cloak.

"In need of a room?" she raised her eyebrows.

Harry frowned. "She told you?"

Hannah nodded and shrugged. "She actually told me that you are something very rude and that I should turn you away. But then that would me too mean." Harry grinned; Hannah had been a surprisingly reliable friend since Hogwarts. She had married Neville and been welcomed into their circle of friends quickly. As the landlady of the Leaky Cauldron, she had grown accustomed to all sorts of people and was extremely tolerant and fair, not to mention her amusing avoidance of any crude language or behaviour. Sometimes she was too nice for her own good.

Taking his bags for him, she led Harry up the staircase at the end of the bar and opened the door on the top floor. "Nice and quiet up here. Only one more room on this floor and it's empty. You shouldn't have too much trouble from the folks downstairs; sleep most of the time, they do. I think they might be vampires actually, but I'm not one to ask." She pulled the curtains open and smoothed the bed sheets. Turning to him, her smile fell and she put her hands on her hips in a business-like manner.

"Listen, Harry. When Ginny rang me, she told me what happened this time. Now I'm not about to get involved, but I think she just needs some space. Maybe in a few days things will have cooled down a bit, yeah?" she reasoned.

Harry sighed. He wanted to believe her, but he knew it was worse than that. It wasn't the first time this had happened; he had been a regular visitor at the Leaky Cauldron over the past six months; mostly the result of a drunken night and an all-too-eager Seamus Finnigan. "Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Hannah. I owe you one again." Hannah shook her head and waved her hand in a 'don't mention it' sort of way, before closing the door carefully behind her.

Harry sat down on the bad and leaned into the large pillows. Almost smothering himself, he let his mind dart between thoughts he had suppressed earlier as they came brimming to the surface. He thought of Ginny; he thought of Draco Malfoy and the night before. He thought he had wanted to be with Ginny, but the nagging doubt in the back of his mind kept on tangling his certainty into nothing.

He couldn't be gay. He just couldn't. Kissing a few guys didn't make him gay. But maybe he did enjoy it. Did that make him gay? He couldn't think straight. He grimaced at the irony of that last thought and rolled onto his side to look out of the low window. The avid shoppers below distracted him for a few minutes as he watched them weave in and out of each other, one or two occasionally breaking the smooth transition between street and shop as too many people attempted to squeeze through narrow doorways.

For several minutes all thoughts of relationships and sexuality were out of Harry's mind. It was only when he saw the object of his most recent affections that he groaned and rolled over again; falling off of the bed. Draco Malfoy was walking through Diagon Alley with his wife. Harry sat up and rolled his eyes as he watched them together. Draco's hand was strategically placed on Astoria's lower back as he lead her through the crowds to the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry wanted to hold Ginny like that; protect her, care for her. He watched the couple until they were out of sight in the bar below. An overwhelming wave of renewed dislike for Draco Malfoy caught Harry off guard and he punched his pillow in anger. Draco had kissed him back; it was both of them. But he would rather have kissed Ginny. That was all that mattered. In a moment of foolishness, Harry needed Ginny. He sprinted to the door and threw it open.

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"For fuck's sake, Potter! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco snapped.