Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That's J.K. Rowling. And, I don't own Moulin Rouge, which was the inspiration. Or Ewan McGregor (though I wish I did own him...).
Warnings: Implied slash, Ginny bashing. The usual.
I wrote this over the summer, and then forgot about it, and just found it today. It's not really one of my favorites, but whatever.
Ignore the extreme ooc-ness of Ginny. I hate her, and so this is how I always end up writing her.
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Draco gazed across the Great Hall angrily, glaring at his lover and his lover's primary suitor. The Weaslette was practically laying in his love's lap. It was disgusting, and he swore he could see the same amount of disgust and disdain mirrored in Harry's eyes. A moment later Draco heard the girl's simpering voice ring out over the nearly full hall.
"Tell me you love me." Harry had told him just last night that Ginny was under the false impression that she was, and had been for some time, dating Harry. His Harry.
Draco watched as Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking anywhere but at the girl on top of him, trying to start a conversation with Finnegan. The red-head pouted in a way that she seemed to think was endearing and attractive, while it was neither.
"Harry," she whined pathetically. "Harry, sweetie, tell me. I love you, I've said it a thousand times and I'll say it a thousand more. But you never say it to me. I'm starting to get paranoid that there's someone else." she gave a little laugh that sent very unpleasant shivers down Draco's spine. He just about snorted into his morning tea. She doesn't even know how close she is to the truth, he thought.
"Harry!" she whined again, frustrated that he wasn't answering. "Tell me you love me!" The girl's voice was growing shrill, attracting more attention. A blush formed on Harry's face as he looked down into his lap. Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. He didn't like people making Harry even the slightest bit uncomfortable, and he was getting angry.
"Harry James Potter, look at me and tell me you love me." Harry's blush deepened, and he glanced over at Draco quickly. The look in his vibrant green eyes made Draco want to unleash an Unforgivable or two on the person that caused him so much mortification and discomfort. He was now practically seething and wished he could get away with casting a quick Crucio across the room at the Weaslette.
"Why won't you tell me you love me?!" she shrieked, looking ready to burst into tears. Draco couldn't stand it anymore. He snapped, standing up.
"Because he doesn't love you!"
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Ooh. Draco and his temper.
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