14

you reap what you sow

Harry wakes the next morning to find his arms wrapped tightly around a sleeping Draco, they were in the center of the bed. He shifts, yawning before he rolls over only to freeze as he catches sight of Blaise, sitting on a lounge chair, sipping from a glass as he watches the two of them sleep.

"Good morning," Blaise says, calmly. He stands and walks towards the open bedroom door without another glance at Harry, "I need to talk to you."

"Shit!" Harry gasps, the situation finally hitting him fully as he swiftly untangles himself from Draco and stands on shaky legs, he follows the man quietly, his head bowed like a chastised child as they descend downstairs and into the living room. Blaise was going to kill him. "I'm sorry...he...I…" Harry tries to defend himself but his tongue feels too big for his mouth and his chest constricts as Blaise turns to him.

"My boyfriend was in your arms, Potter," Blaise gives him a sharp smile that brings chills down his spine. "There is nothing, short of killing yourself that can make up for that."

"Blaise...shit, I'm sorry…" He swept his hand through his hair in agitation. "I didn't mean to…I don't know what to say." All of the fight suddenly rushes out of him with a gust of air and he feels defeated. "I'm sorry."

Blaise is silent, sipping on his drink passively as he looks at him; it unnerves Harry to no end. This wasn't' the usual quiet the man exuded-no, this was a deadly silent indicating to Harry that he wouldn't live to tell the tale if he said the wrong thing.

"Please, say something," Harry pleads, softly, "Hit me, yell, scream just don't -"

"I could have your license revoked," Blaise says, in that smooth, calm tone that made Harry's toes curl. "I could destroy your life and leave you with nothing."

"Are you drunk, right now?" Harry asks, hesitantly. He could smell the faint scent of alcohol in the air.

"Maybe...I've had a couple of glasses," Blaise shrugs, carelessly. He downs the liquid that Harry suspects to be firewhisky before placing the glass gingerly on the coffee table. "Or five."

Harry sighs, rubbing his forehead so he could think. "Shit, let me go make you some tea or…"

"No need," Blaise say, calmly, he takes a step forward. "Stay." He narrows his eyes and Harry flinches at the intense look, "I told you, Harry, I told you do not get emotionally involved."

Harry swallows thickly, "I'm sorry."

"I'm pissed, Harry," Blaise says, quietly, "All I want to do now is flay you alive for touching what is mine."

"Draco was lonely," Harry hiss in his defense, but it was inevitable this would happen. Blaise was bound to find out. "He didn't want to sleep alone again."

"Then, you should've gotten me," Blaise voice is but a mere whisper but Harry desperately wished he was screaming. There is coldness in his voice that made Harry tremble with fear. "I'm his boyfriend, not you."

The truth thrown in his face hurts worse than it probably should, he was in too deep. He was drowning in the depths of his emotions for these two men and, yet, he never felt more alive than when he was with them.

"You're never here." He weakly tries again.

"So, now, this is my fault?" Blaise's eyes turns to slits of icy, vengeful anger.

"I didn't – look, Blaise, Draco is my friend and I will comfort him when he needs it." Harry says, bravely, "I care for Draco and – "

"You're his Healer," Blaise cuts him off, he flexes his fingers and Harry watches the movement with anxious eyes. "First and foremost, and that is all you should be worried about."

"Blaise, please..." Harry whispers as Blaise turns away from him. "Don't, I can't bear this...hit me, fight me...just don't—."

"Disappear," Blaise says his voice ragged with raw emotions. "I don't ever want to see you again."

Harry's eyes burns with tears as he desperately tries to ignore the shredding of his heart in his chest, "Please, Blaise, don't..." A whimper threatens to come out as Blaise steps forward and he's fucked everything up. "I..."

"Get out, Harry." Blaise says, coldly, "You're suffocating me."

Harry shakes his head, stubbornly, "I refuse. I refuse."

"Fine. If you won't leave, then, I will -"

"No," Harry buries his face in his hands, shaking his head. "Stop, stop, this hurts too much."

Blaise shakes his head, taking a step back, his hands clenched into tight fist. "You're not sorry, at all – you want him, you want me."

"Is that so wrong?!" He shouts, hysterically, he takes in a deep breath as Blaise looks at him with a vacant look. "Is it so wrong to like you both? I - I didn't plan for it, I would never want to break what you have with Draco but I don't regret this, I want you both...so bad."

"You want us to be together?" Blaise whispers. "Like a triad."

"More than anything." Harry whispers, bowing his head

"That will never happen," Blaise says, coldly and the words cut Harry so deeply he staggers back at the sheer pain the words causes. He sinks to his knees, no longer able to hold his own weight. "That can never happen."

"Don't say that." Harry hiss angrily, shaking. His knees burned and he could barely hold his own weight.

"Do you not understand how this is affecting Draco," Blaise says, angrily, "You're being selfish and it's going to hurt Draco."

"I've messed up, I know but..."

"You just don't get it," Blaise shakes his head before he sighs, "I need to figure some thing out, I'm leaving for a while…"

"No! I didn't mean anything of it…" Harry says, his breath picking up as Blaise took another step back, "I'm sorry, Blaise, please…"

"Harry, I just need time to think," He lets out a shuddering breath, "I need some time to myself."

Harry shakes his head, frantically, "It isn't like that...I mean…"

"Draco deserves someone that can give him the attention he needs," Blaise spoke quietly, almost to himself, and Harry bites his lips from screaming out all the hurt he felt at that moment. "I—I need time to think."

"I'm sorry, Blaise…" Harry says, again, he doesn't hide the tears, anymore, allowing them to flow down his face. "I'm so sorry."

Blaise shuts his eyes in pain and Harry lets out a ragged breath, "Take care of him."

"What?"

Blaise sighs, "I'll be gone for a while, just to think."

Harry looks on panicked as Blaise turns and begins to walk away, Harry crawls forward. "Where...where are you going?"

"Out," Blaise looks up to the ceiling, "Just for a bit."

"Don't do this…" Harry scrambles to his feet, a lump forming in his throat. "Draco...he needs you…"

"He apparently needs you, too." Blaise says, back. "I just don't think I'm willing to share."

Harry chokes on air as he apparate with a sharp pop and he stands there, staring blankly at the spot he was in - how was he going to explain this to Draco?

"You tell him?" Harry says, his eyes were puffy and red from all the crying he had done this morning. When he finally was able to pull himself together, he instantly called Pansy and explained the situation, it was decided they would tell Draco the news of Blaise departure together.

"Me?!" Pansy hisses, taking a step back. "I'm only here for moral support; I refuse to take on Draco's wrath on my own."

Harry wrings his hands nervously peeking into the living room to find Draco sitting as still and as silent as he had left him. "I'm so scared right now."

"As you should be, Potter," Pansy huffs and pokes his chest. "This is your entire bloody fault."

"I didn't do anything!" Harry hiss back with a glare. "I was leaving."

"But you stayed, instead!"

"He insisted!"

"If he insisted you suck his cock, would you?"

"Parkinson, you are not helping!" Harry says, placing his head in his hands. "I didn't call you over for you to be asking me such mundane question."

"Questions you refuse to answer," Pansy looks at him, slyly. "You totally have a crush on Draco."

"I don't," Harry protests and swats her hand away when she tries to coo at him. "Piss off. This is serious."

"For the record, I think it's every witch's wet dream to see you three together."

"Blaise doesn't want a triad," Harry mutters, miserably, the words of the man were haunting in his mind. His chest feels uncomfortably tights and he presses a hand against it. "So, piss off."

"Blaise didn't want Draco at first, either," Pansy rebukes, a smug smile on her face. "But here we are, four years later. He's a noble man, that Blaise."

"That's different, Parkinson." Harry says, peaking at Draco again. His shoulders slumped in depression, "He doesn't want me." His bottom lips trembles at the confession as tears well up in his eyes again.

Pansy sighs, dramatically, "Alright, Potter, no more moping." He lets out a surprised noise when she turns him around, wipes away his tears with a swipe of her thumbs and pats his face, gently, "How about we just tell him?" She turns him around again and pushes him forward causing him to stumble. "Come on, you lug."

"I can walk for myself." Harry grumbles as the walk into the living room and stand in front of Draco. Harry clenched his hands behind him, hoping to resist the urge to pulling the blond to his side and hug him tightly.

He's done enough damage.

"Okay, you two, what is going on?" Draco frowns at him, "Where is Blaise?"

"Err...you see...Blaise left." Harry looks at Pansy, hesitantly, unsure to how he should phrase it.

Draco raises a skeptical eyebrow, "Left as in gone to work?"

"Not exactly," Harry shifts, uncomfortably, "He saw us in bed this morning and he left."

Pansy palms her face, "You're disgustingly tactless, Potter."

Draco is stiff, his face expressionless. "So, he left?"

Pansy and Harry shares a glance, "Yes."

"He...broke up...with me?"

"No!" Harry assures, hurriedly. "No, he is very much your boyfriend and it's all my fault, I was stupid and -"

"I see."

"But he'll be back, Draco," Harry says, quickly, "It isn't like he's gone forever or dead."

"Shut up, Potter." Pansy hisses.

"No, it's fine." Draco stands and they watch him with wary and worried eyes. "I understand."

He turns and walks to the doorway and Harry could only watch with a gaping mouth as he passes a very expensive look vase near the doorway, pauses for a moment before he tips it over with a soft touch of his finger, the vase sways back and forth before it finally tumbles and shatters to the ground, leaving Harry dumbfounded.

"What the hell just happened?" Harry chokes out as Draco's footsteps are heard walking up the stairs.

Pansy sighs, "That was Draco's famous silent tantrum."

"So…" He pauses to wince when he hears another crash upstairs. "He's just going to go around breaking things until Blaise comes back."

"Yes," Pansy says with a sad, admiring smile, "Worked every time in Hogwarts when he wanted something, very passive aggressive."

"Well, then." Harry mutters as another crash resounds loudly in the house, Harry thinks it's glass this time. He imagines it broke as effortlessly as his heart did.