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Warning: This is a slash.Homophobes beware.
Author's note: This fanfiction is based on ten songs from the album of Tatu. It's my first fanfiction written in English.So don't be too severe.And PLEASE give me reviews!XD
Chapter 3: All the things he said
Ginny had arrived at Harry's apartment a bit later than he had, the day of his meeting with Malfoy. When he had asked her what she had done that day she had answered that she had been visiting an old friend of hers who was at Hogwarts in the same year than her. A bit sad, he had reminded her that it was the 4th birthday of their 'going out together' and she had looked very embarrassed. Harry wasn't surprised. Ginny had been like this since a quite long time. Going out every day without saying exactly where she was going, or who she was seeing. She sometimes totally forgot about Harry's existence and didn't come back at night, letting him sleep alone in his wide empty apartment. He was sure that she had fell in love with someone and thought sadly that he would have to finish his life alone or find someone else, which would be very hard for him.
That day, Harry had his mind full of Malfoy's face, of Malfoy's eyes, of Malfoy's hands, lips, skin, hair, suit, hat, full of Malfoy anyway. He couldn't stop himself thinking about the words he had said. 'I followed you, I was worried for you, and I couldn't tell you that I was with you. I had to disappear totally from the surface of the world.' He was remembering this particular sentence. 'I was worried for you' Malfoy had said and Harry couldn't understand it. Why the Hell had Malfoy been worried for him? When had the blond Slytherin started worrying for him?!
It was nearly one o'clock am when Harry, still repeating Malfoy's words got out silently of the bed for a walk in his apartment and found on the kitchen's table the invitation to Ron and Hermione's wedding which would be next week and would last two days, without counting the day when only he and his girlfriend were invited to stay with them. Smiling softly, he thought that it really was great for them to marry. He had always known that they would stay together in the end: they sounded so much like Ron's parents that it felt inevitable. Every time he compared his relation with Ginny with Ron and Hermione's, he couldn't help feeling a small heart-ache. He definitely was a bit jealous, since the year before, when Ginny had started giving her relation away, after a party where she had been alone, without Harry and where she had met some of her 'old Hogwart's mates'.
Anyway, that wedding was going to be a great occasion for him to have a good time, and to think of something more joyful than his job and his failing love story.
He got back in his bed where Ginny had already fallen asleep with this reassuring thought, before going unconscious, his mind full of Malfoy's pictures and words again.
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Harry spent the eight following days trying to go back to his "normal life". Normal meant for him: when he did not think about Draco Malfoy. So he went to work, he wrote papers, he talked with colleagues, and went to some missions against Dark-Magic users. But whatever he did, he couldn't stop himself thinking of his 'perfect enemy' as he had said. Perfect, yes he was, and Harry wished he could find a way to stop it, to convince himself it had been right to push him away , to find an excuse for his stupid heart beating.
Ginny seemed to have lost her habits this week, because each time he asked her where she had been, she answered that she had been to her brother's to see Hermione, who Harry thought had lost any contact with his girlfriend.
He thought that maybe Ginny wanted to help for her brother's wedding, even though he was surprised that she had remembered it.
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Harry had promised his two best friends that he would come to the Burrow one day before everyone. So the day before the wedding, he disapparated and arrived in front of a gigantic sort of house that had what seemed to be snow on it, and on every wall and door without any space for anything else.
He looked at it bewildered before understanding that this was the Burrow, decorated for the wedding with Mrs Weasley's magic.
Smiling to himself, happy to meet his favourite wizarding family again, he knocked on the snowed door.
To his surprise and disappointment, it was Ginny who opened to him without greeting and flushed before turning her back on him.
He entered and his eyes fell directly on the twins who were wearing black suits and an ear to ear smile on their faces.
'Harry! It's good you came now!' said Fred.
'We were trying our new suits…' George explained.
'… for little Ronnie's birthd…'continued Fred
'… wedding Fred, wedding.' George completed.
'How've you been doin' mate?!' they asked at exactly the same moment.
'Well er… very hum…very w…' started Harry wondering if what he was going to say was true.
'Harry!' Mrs Weasley cut over him, to his great gratitude. 'You can't imagine how glad I am to see you! My little Harry! Are you hungry?'
He started stammering but before he could say anything sense, he was forced to sit on a chair in the kitchen where he was given Mrs Weasley's soup. With delight, he tasted the liquid he hadn't been able to have for one year. Since the day before the Final Battle. Smiling, he looked up to Mrs Weasley.
'Where are Ron and Hermione?' he asked.
'Ha! Don't talk about Ron! This little thoughtless… He STILL hasn't chosen his suit for tomorrow, and I'm lucky that I'll soon have a daughter in law as Hermione because SHE is the only one who thought about it.' She turned to her sons and her daughter with a black piercing look. The three of them curled up, embarrassed. 'Well, anyway, his fiancée took him to Diagon Alley. They'll be back soon.' And she looked up to the clock on the opposite wall, where Ron's hand was on 'travelling'.
Harry finished swallowing his soup, and got up to his feet. He decided to go up in what Mrs Weasley had called the Changing room, with his bags and try his own suit.
It was red and black: the only colours he kept on wearing. He searched in his bag for the ring he had bought five days ago especially for the wedding. It was a thin ring with a lion engraved on it
He was threading it on his finger when the door of the room opened.
'No you HAVE to try it on Ron! You can't just put it tomorrow! We'll have to go back there if it doesn't fit!' Hermione was saying.
'I don't want to try it on, it's okay, it WILL fit! Stop stressing everybody Herm!' Ron answered.
'But what if it doesn't?! You're going to be in a really bad situation if the suit doesn't fit you and WE'RE going to…Harry!!'
Finally noticed, Harry smiled at Hermione who hugged him emotionally, happy to her best friends again.
'Hey! What's up Harry?! 'Asked Ron, now smiling too, letting the big plastic bag he was holding fall to give him a friendly hit on the back.
'Well nothing much…I was just…trying my outfit.' He said, now smiling even more in front of Hermione's look which clearly meant 'see Ron, even Harry is more responsible then you!'
'Come on we should go up in our room, it'll be more comfortable.' Ron said going out of the small changing room, and climbing the stairs quickly before the two others could say anything else.
Ron's room had changed: instead of his small bed with the Chudley Canons' pictures on it, there was a two places white fitted bed.
The posters on Ron's wall had also been taken off, and now there were only a few framed photographs. Harry went closer to look at them. He recognised Ron's whole family, on a photograph he had seen in the Daily Prophet, when they had all been in Egypt, years ago. Walking to another, he saw Hagrid, and the twelve years old Ron, Hermione and Him. He was wondering who had taken this one when he saw Ron spitting slugs everywhere and understood it was Colin Crivey who had taken it. Then he saw a photograph of Bill and Fleur's wedding, with the two of them and the whole Weasley family. Even Ron's hated aunt was here. He walked to the last two photographs, and saw on the two of them the Order of the Phoenix, the Weasleys, Hermione and him but at different times. The first one had been taken the first time Harry had seen the Order, just before their fifth year at Hogwarts. The second one had been taken less than a year ago, after the end of the Dark War. On the first one he could see Sirius, Remus, Snape, Charlie Weasley, Kingsley, Professor McGonagall, and Hagrid… who were not on the second one.
Pain came to his heart, as he saw their faces. Too many people had died during this war. And other ones had betrayed, like Snape or Charlie. Charlie, who had, at everyone's surprise and displeasure killed Kingsley and run away to the side of The Dark Lord.
'Harry! Are you listening to me?' said Hermione's worried voice.
Giving a start, Harry turned to her saying 'sorry, I hadn't heard you…'.
Raising an eyebrow, his best friend gave a look at her fiancé who was looking impatient and turned to him again.
'I was telling you two that I have news that probably won't make you feel happy.' She repeated, apparently embarrassed to have to break the news to them. 'I…em… Ginny and I decided to invite two people more than we had said. And these people are some of the ones I know you don't want to see…'
'Go on, stop beating about the bush.'
'Well…' Now Hermione was flushing, and looking at the white tiles. 'I…We…We invited Malfoy and Parkinson.'
'WHAT?!' Ron and Harry screamed in the same time.
Harry looked at her, creepily, and got out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He went out in the garden where he petrified Gnomes in order to unwind himself.
What scared him the most was not the fact that Hermione had invited Malfoy and Parkinson, but the fact that his heart had missed a beat when she had said 'Malfoy AND PARKINSON'. Was the blond going out with her? Were the two old mates together? Were they fiancés? Was the Slytherin in love with her?
Even more annoyed with himself than he had been before, Harry kicked an ill looking plant, before sitting on a small bench which was as white as the house next to it.
Why the hell did he react like this? He should've been angry at Hermione, he should've screamed at her that he didn't want to see the stone-marten and that he didn't want to see his fucking face, his stupid lips, his white skin, aaargh…
He couldn't even think it. He DID want to see him again. He wanted to contemplate again those thin blond and sweet locks, to lose himself again in those blue-grey eyes. But he couldn't accept the fact that Malfoy was with Parkinson: that little black-haired bitch, that little affected and brainless girl. He couldn't accept the fact that Malfoy looked in her eyes with his, touched her skin with his hands or kissed her lips with his…'damn'he thought, totally depressed by his own thoughts. He couldn't deny it now. He was definitely and entirely jealous. Why? He didn't know it yet. But he was jealous… That was a fact; a fact that he would have to hide and to forget.
'Harry, are you here?' Ron was calling him from behind the low wall which went alongside the Burrow.
'Yeah' he said, though he would have preferred to stay alone for a moment, in order to put his mind together.
'Damn bad news, isn't it?' said his best friend, sitting next to him.
'Yeah, quite bad.' Harry answered.
'Herm said that Malfoy and Parkinson had been on our side at the end of the war even if they didn't show it, and that they were not that mean, that they could be nice if they wanted to and that it would be rude not to invite them.' Ron sighed, apparently depressed too, but for totally different reasons. 'And I thought it would be the best day of my life…'
'Are they going out together?' Harry asked suddenly.
'Who?' Ron looked puzzled.
'D…Malfoy and Parkinson…Hermione said they were coming together'.
'Why are you interested in that?' asked Ginny's voice, coming near them.
Harry whitened and mumbled an 'I'm not…' as Ron raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
'They've been going out together for years Harry. Don't you remember at Hogwarts? Everybody said that they were the perfect Slytherin couple. They're both as dumb as a Giant Troll. 'Perfect couple' they said…Most disgusting one, I say…'Ron said, now completely immersed in his insults to the Slytherins, while Harry's heart sank and his face whitened even more if possible.
'Are you okay Harry? You look lost and pale…'enquired Ginny who was looking at him with a look that X-rayed him. He decided to pull himself together again and try not to look so touched.
Ginny was going to talk again when Hermione came, to Harry's relief.
'RON! You haven't tried your outfit on yet! And, Ginny, you've got to try your dress on too, come on. Oh Harry, you shouldn't dirty your suit in the garden, come and change now…'
Harry realised that he was, indeed, still wearing his red and black suit and the three of them followed her back in the house, while Harry thought with a small laugh that Hermione sounded more and more like her future mother in law.
'I followed you, I was worried for you, and I couldn't tell you that I was with you. I had to disappear totally from the surface of the world.' 'I was worried for you' 'worried for you'…
And at this precise moment Harry Potter thought vaguely about committing suicide.
All the things he said, all the things he said, running through my head…
All the things he said…
This is not enough…
I'm in serious shit I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
I could never believe such a perfect surprise
I keep asking myself, wondering why
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free
Nobody else so we can be free!
All the things he said… all the things he said,
Running through my head… running through my head…
Running through my head!
All the things he said… all the things he said,
Running through my head… running through my head…
All the things he said!
This is not enough…
This is not enough!
All the things he said… all the things he said
All the things he said… all the things he said
All the things he said… all the things he said!
And I'm all mixed up feeling cornered and rushed
And they say it's my fault but I want him so much
Wanna fly him away where the sun and rain
Coming over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare, don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for him what he's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad going out of my head!
Al the things he said, all the things he said
Running through my head… running through my head…
Running through my head!
All the things he said… all the things he said,
Running through my head… running through my head…
All the things he said!
This is not enough…
This is not enough!
All the things he said… all the things he said
All the things he said… all the things he said
All the things he said… all the things he said!
All the things he said… all the things he said
All the things he said… all the things he said!
Mother looking at me, tell me! What do you see?
Yes I lost my mind!
Daddy looking at me, tell me! What do you see!
Have I crossed the lines?
Al the things he said, all the things he said
Running through my head… running through my head…
Running through my head!
All the things he said… all the things he said,
Running through my head… running through my head…
All the things he said!
This is not enough…
This is not enough!
All the things he said… all the things he said
All the things he said… all the things he said
Haa... I like this one. XD I stopped at a good moment. XD Haha. I love Me XD. lol