Nothing Will Tear Us Apart – X
Harry kept watching Ginny's back until she turned the corner; he was quite apprehensive about getting inside his apartment and having a dreadfully uncomfortable, but much needed, conversation with Draco. He had dreamed of it so many times but now he was nothing short of terrified. He had never felt this way before. He always supposed this moment would be one of utter perfection and they'd start off from where they had left and be the happiest of couples once again, he knew now he had imagined it all wrong. Draco could be heard shuffling under the cloak and Harry was looking at anywhere but at the empty space Draco probably occupied.
It was best to get this over with as fast as possible, Harry thought squaring his shoulders and opening the door. He let Draco in and locked the door, but before he could actually say anything Draco talked.
"Could you show me to my room Potter, I'm rather tired," he said.
Harry sighed wearily and pointed to the third door behind him, he forced himself not to ask about Draco's use of the word 'Potter'. Maybe it had been to long for them to get back together, maybe Draco had moved onto something better, but Harry really thought that hug back in Dumbledore's office had meant something.
He didn't have time to think about his relationship, or lack thereof, he had to think about freeing his best friend and possibly in a legal way. It wasn't likely to happen but he had to try anyway as best as he could. Instead of going to his bedroom he went to his library of ever growing law books. It was probably the third night that he would go without sleeping much but if that helped in any way he'd do it.
Even in the library he could hear pacing from Draco's room, and it was distracting him from the book he was trying to read, he wasn't about to tell the other man that though. He could pace all he wanted Harry wasn't about to interrupt him.
Harry woke up to find himself in his armchair; the book he had been reading had fallen to the floor, and shaking by the chill of the castle. He wondered if Draco had woken yet, but it wouldn't make much difference since Draco didn't seem to be very happy to be near him. He set the fallen book back to its place, and left the room. Outside the library his rooms were silent, which Harry had gotten used to over the years.
He left the library hoping Draco had already left, he didn't need to meet the blond first thing in the morning. Being thrown together was Dumbledore's idea of a welcome home party, for their spy, Harry preferred to keep his distance and talk to his lover once they were both ready.
Breakfast was uneventful, he was sure though that Draco had left since his Invisibility Cloak had gone missing, Draco was surely using it to walk around the castle. Perhaps he'd later drop by the Headmaster's office to see if Draco had been there.
He felt rather stupid for crying the day before, he felt rather stupid for being such an emotional jerk, when Draco clearly didn't have much time for him anymore. The blond had been as enthusiastic with their encounter as he had been it seemed, but afterwards he had gone cold and distant, like the Malfoy Brat he had omce known all too well.
The sun was trying to make its way through some white clouds in the sky, it had been in days like these that he and Ron had gone for a ride on their broomsticks. Sometimes they had even been able to manage a quick game of Quidditch Without his friend he felt as if his own right arm had been ripped off of his body, Harry consciously knew that the loved Ron like a brother but he would've never guesses he'd miss him this much.
On cue to these dark thoughts Ginny appeared by his side with a frown of worry on her face. Harry at times felt pity for the young girl, after all she cared for him dearly. But he had to make her understand he wasn't interested in her, and maybe he knew just how to do it.
"Harry you seem too worried, let's go for a walk," she said offering her arm for him to entwine with hers.
"Sure Ginny, I feel like we should have a long talk," he said, stepping around her to avoid linking arms with her. "Shall we?" he said steering her towards the door her shoulder.
Draco watched them from under the invisibility cloak, he had been subjected to eating his breakfast under it and was to accompany the Old Coot afterwards. Weasley's case seemed to be turning to the bad side and Draco would help to find some way for the redhead to escape before it was too late.
But Draco wasn't too worried about Weasley's trial at the moment, though he was supposed to, he was much more interested in the close relationship Harry and the She-Weasel appeared to have. He had thought Harry would want him back, but Harry hadn't talked much yesterday and Draco himself had pushed away any of those thoughts out of his mind before he started to get any stupid ideas.
Apparently Harry and he wouldn't be getting back together anytime soon, it seemed Harry had found himself a substitute. A redhead girly tart Draco thought, but if Harry had chosen her there was nothing he could do.
Harry and Ginny, unaware of the glare they had received whilst in the Great Hall, continued their track to the somewhat empty castle. It was early in the morning and people were either eating or in their own rooms.
"Look Harry I really want to know why you're treating me so coldly these days?" the redhead said, Harry was taken aback by the confident girl that didn't seem too much like the Ginny Weasley that hounded his every steps. "I like you I really do, but perhaps its time I get over you and get on with my life, especially if you keep treating me like dirt."
Harry sighed and before answering weighed his words, he was aware that he hadn't been treating her properly, but there was a lot going on and Ginny irritated him with her lack of commitment with the war in general.
"I'm sorry for the way I've treated you so far Ginny, but I get rather annoyed by your attitude regarding the war, you seem as if you don't care. It's seems, for me, that all you're after is a piece of me and everything happening around is unimportant."
Ginny laughed, a loud bark of a laugh Harry didn't know she was capable of. He looked nonplussed wondering what exactly was funny about what he had just said, this perhaps was what he had been talking about, the girl was laughing about some serious matters they were discussing.
"Look Harry don't get me wrong, you're very attractive and I am extremely interested in you, but wouldn't you think that maybe I'm diving headstrong into this attitude of mine in order to forget this bloody war? I mean my brother is in jail for Gryffindor's sakes! My mother won't let me join the fight, I might a well try to forget about it all while I'm stuck in this bloody castle," she said angrily. "I know you're our hero and it seems amazing that someone doesn't actively fight the war against this bloody monster, it's just that my mother isn't helping matters. I know you mustn't understand the position I'm in, but thius seems to be the only way to cope with my lack of cooperation regarding the war."
"Oh, well I didn't know that actually." Harry now felt somewhat embarrassed, his cheeks getting pink. "I'm sorry for not actually asking you how you felt about everything that's been going on, it must be horrible for you. Now, you've told me the truth Gin, I feel like the least I could do was act the same way." Harry took a deep breath and prepared himselg to tell her what he shoul've told a long while ago. " I'm gay actually, and I'm in love with someone, it's just that the war got us parted."
Ginny was surprised, well who wouldn't be learning that the-Boy-Who-Lived was gay after all. She had a thoughtful expression and Harry was sure she was trying to figure out who exactly was he in love with.
"It's not Ron is it?" she asked tentatively.
"NO! No Gin, good heavens no," Harry felted irked at the mere mention of him and Ron, who was like his twin, in any kind of romantic relationship.
"Alright, alright," she said laughingly, holding her arms up in exasperation.. "Sorry, it's just that you're friendship with my brother and Hermione always left room for some especulation. So, who is it?"
"If I told you I'd have to kill you," Harry said with a straight face. Ginny looked taken a back. "I'm joking Gin, its better to be kept a secret though so I'll have to hold on to that answer."
Ginny shrugged now understanding that the great love of her life, or at least whom she thought was the great love of her life, was taken.
"Hey, are you alright?" Harry asked his arms around her shoulders.
"Not alright, no. But I think it gets better," she said with a small smile. "I just hope you're happy."
Harry beamed at her, happy that their conversation had led off to someone being killed. He thought Ginny would've but much more difficult to talk to. Perhaps Hermione had talked to her without telling him.
Dumbledore's office seemed the only plausible place where Draco could have been, he was supposed to stay out of sight from the rest of the Hogwarts population, there was nowhere else to go really. Harry, hoping he was right, made his way up the moving staircase wanting to talk things over his the blond he still loved dearly.
The room was quiet inside but Dumbledore soon told him to enter, without Harry having to knock of course. Just as expected Draco was sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk with tea in on of his hands, a bag full of lemon drop's in his lap and an extremely sour expression place on his face. Harry knew what an exasperating Dumbledore could do with you.
"Harry is there anything you want?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly.
"No, actually headmaster I was wondering if I could take Draco from you for a while," he asked shyly, not wanting to look at Draco and see his expression.
"I'm afraid we are in the middle of something important Harry," the old man said apologetically.
Harry's shoulder's dropped but he could understand the Headmaster's reasoning.
"I think Potter and I must talk Headmaster, it is of the upmost importance," Draco said looking like the lord Harry supposed he probably was.
"Mr. Malfoy –"
Draco waved Dumbledore away and caught Harry by the arm dragging him out of the room. Harry really wanted to know what had made Draco change his mind, because last night he had been anything but in a mood to talk.
They descended the staircase and Draco ushered them into a small alcove not too far from the office they had just left. He looked around trying to find any gossipy pictures that could report to Dumbledore but found none, with that out of the way he turned around to look at Harry, his arms defensively crossed in front of him.
"So Potter, how's it going between you and that Weasel tart of yours?"