Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts.
A/N: "Speech" and 'Thought'.
Sorry, sorry, sorry! I had to do it!
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Harry felt a soft finger tracing his cheek, and he moved into it unconsciously. The finger stopped its motion and pulled away. Frowning, Harry opened his eyes to a blinding light and a pulsing headache. He groaned tiredly as he shut his lids, trying to go back to sleep. He moved closer to the chest he was lying on, feeling the warmth wash over him. He slowly ran his fingers along the warm skin, enjoying the touch. He wrapped his arms around the narrow waist, pulling it closer to him possessively. He protested quietly when the body slipped out from under him. He lifted himself up blindly, trying to open his eyes again. This time, the light wasn't as harsh because someone had closed his curtains. Harry blinked rapidly, clearing his unfocused eyes. He came face-to-face with a smiling Jordan.
"Fuck," Harry inhaled, staring at his bed and trying desperately to think back to last night. He had been to the pub. 'Damn you, Ginny.' And then he'd had a few drinks. 'God knows how many...' And then... Jordan had asked him to dance. He had agreed stupidly. Then they'd - he looked at the trail of clothes running from his door to his bed. "Fuck," Harry said again, looking back at Jordan.
Jordan shrugged and climbed back into bed. He kissed Harry's lips gently, parting it slowly to get another taste of him. Harry was too stunned to move. He closed his eyes against Jordan, neither leaning in nor pulling away. After a minute, Jordan stopped slowly, planting a pair of fluttering lips against Harry's before moving back. "We didn't do anything last night, Harry," he said, cupping Harry's cheek in his palm.
Harry's mind was reeling. "I - Wh - what?" he stammered.
"We didn't do anything last night," Jordan repeated, looking into Harry's eyes. "You believe me, don't you?"
Harry frowned at the question. Harry couldn't remember anything past Apparating to his house. He struggled with his inebriated memories, tossing them around in his head. It was blank, he couldn't remember. He looked into Jordan's earnest eyes. "Ye - Yeah, I believe you," Harry said, confused.
"Good," Jordan said, kissing Harry's cheek lightly. "I should go now. I was just waiting for you to wake up," he said, getting off of Harry's bed and grabbing his clothes. He quickly dressed himself while Harry frowned out the closed window. Jordan looked at Harry's frown sadly.
"Harry," he said. Harry looked back at Jordan, blushing slightly.
"How often did you tell Draco you loved him?"
Harry's eyes glazed over. He shook his head slightly.
"You should say it more often," Jordan said, smiling at Harry before walking out of his room.
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"Harry, how could you?" Hermione exclaimed, bursting into his office. He looked up at her, startled out of his wits.
"I - what?" he asked.
"Ginny told me you left with Jordan last night!" she said incredulously, staring at Harry with disdain.
"Oh, Ginny..." Harry groaned, massaging his temple with his fingers. "Nothing happened, Hermione," he said tiredly.
"I thought you lov - wait, what? What do you mean nothing happened?"
"I mean, nothing happened."
"Oh... Okay. I'm just – I'm gonna go find Ginny and strangle her now. Bye."
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Draco furiously threw away all the letters into the fire, angry tears burning in his eyes.
"I don't need you," he cried at the burning parchment.
Of course he'd been the last one to hear about Harry's escapades. Of course he'd been the ridicule of the team. Of course he loved Harry and wasn't loved back. He fell to his knees, desperately brushing away his tears. 'Harry doesn't deserve my tears,' he thought fiercely.
"Fuckin' lying cheating bastard," he swore at the glowing ashes. "I loved you, you son of a bitch. I still love you…" he sobbed into his hands, his chest heaving. "Why did I let you go?"
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Harry's eyes widened with surprise when Blaise waltzed into his office, glaring murderously at Harry.
"Potter, I have half the mind to put you under the Cruciatus right now," Blaise yelled, slamming his hand on Harry's desk. Fear rose up into Harry, not because of the threat, but because of what the threat was a reaction to.
"No," he whispered. "I – please, Blaise, Draco?"
"He's a fuckin' mess, Potter. You and your little rendezvous – fuck! How could you?" Blaise stared at Harry horrifically.
"I didn't – we didn't – nothing happened, Blaise. I swear. I was – shit, I was so hung up on – and I was drunk. Nothing happened," Harry stammered frantically. He quickly pushed his chair back, causing it to tip over and fall on the floor. "I – I have to go," he said, grabbing his cloak and rushing out of his office, leaving a stunned Blaise to stare after him.
Harry was in Draco's drawing room in a matter of minutes. He raced up to Draco's bedroom, wrenching the door open. Draco looked up from his magazine, surprised by the sudden intrusion. When he saw Harry, his face contorted, first into pain, then anger, then – nothing. The cold mask was back on as he got up from his bed.
"Potter, what are you doing here?"
Harry's felt like his heart was wrenched from his chest as he watched Draco's placid expression. "Please – I have to explain. Nothing happened, Draco," he stammered, feeling hot tears flooding into his eyes.
"Why would I care if anything happened?"
"Draco, I know you don't believe me," Harry said, stepping into his room. Draco unconsciously stepped back, panic flickering in his eyes. Harry stopped in his tracks, feeling the tears spilling onto his cheeks.
"No, I don't believe you. In fact, I don't know why I ever did," Draco spat out, glaring at Harry with repulsion.
"Please –"
"Now, I want you out of my house," Draco demanded, staring coldly at Harry and then motioning to the door.
"I love you," Harry cried. Draco's stomach dropped as he remembered the pain he felt when he had heard about Harry and – He wasn't going to torment himself over it. Harry was a lying cheating bastard.
"I hate you," Draco hissed, staring Harry in the eye.
Harry clapped his hands to his mouth, stifling his sobs. He stepped closer to Draco and Draco moved a step back. "Please, I'm so sorry. Nothing happened, Draco. At least tell me you believe me," Harry shuddered.
"No. I want you out, now," Draco said, pointing fiercely at his door. Harry staggered backwards at Draco's harsh words. He turned around blindly and ran out of Draco's room, Disapparating in the hall.
Draco sat down heavily on his bed. Of course he believed Harry. Draco sobbed quietly. "I believe you, Harry. I love you. I am such an idiot," he whispered hoarsely. He didn't know why he'd said all those things. He let out a painful moan when he thought of how badly he'd hurt Harry. 'Why am I doing this to him? Why is it so hard for me to tell him everything?' he thought furiously.
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"He found out," Harry said quietly. Hermione gasped quietly, staring at Harry.
"Did you go see him?"
"Yes. He – he doesn't believe me. He – oh god, Hermione – he said he hated me for it," Harry said in a strangled voice.
"He doesn't hate you, Harry. It's just something he said because he was angry with you," Hermione said, hugging Harry tightly.
"I don't know what to do. I've never felt so helpless before," he murmured into Hermione's hair.
Hermione sighed sadly, pulling away and looking at Harry's puffy eyes. She walked up to her desk and pulled out her quill. "Write to him…"
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