Drabble 35: Me, Myself, and I (Harry/Harry)
Emotions: Exhaustion, Narcissisim
Rating: T
AN: Sometime this week, I'll be going back and fixing any errors I come across. I don't check these as much as I do my other fics, so it's a big possibility that there are some errors in past chapters.
Harry was sick and tired of the Wizarding World's conflicting emotions. Either they loved him or they didn't. He didn't have the time nor energy to hear them going on and on about how he was the greatest gift to the world after Merlin, or how he was a vile boy who would later present them on a platter to Voldemort.
He was done! He couldn't take it anymore. It had gotten to the point that he couldn't even go out into the street and find a nice bloke to become intimate with. Merlin, was he sexually frustrated! He had never had a partner, not even his own hand, and he hated it.
He had wanted to save himself for the one person in the world who might be meant for him, but looking at the way things where going now, he sincerely doubted that he would find 'the one' in his lifetime.
Scowing to himself, Harry strolled towards the full size mirror he had put in his apartment mere moments before. At first he had been shy. After all, he had just purchased a mirror to gaze at himself mindlessly and he was a boy. Wasn't it not masculine to buy mirrors? Shaking his head at the thought, Harry gazed upon his form.
He was lithe and muscular from years of having defense techniques crammed into his head by Moody. All black clothing highlighted pale skin, and electric green eyes stared into their own depths. Silky yet messy raven hair lay in a dissray upon his head, yet somehow managed to seem artfully mused.
Harry didn't want to appear vain or anything, but he thought he actually looked quite fetching. He wasn't too masculine, nor too feminine. More in-between then anything.
Frowning to himself, Harry cupped his cheek. Fine, have it their way. If no one wanted to see the boy beneath the mask, then Harry wouldn't bother trying to make them.
He had been by himself for seventeen years, he could do it for more if he had to. Smiling charmingly at his reflection, Harry nodded to solidify his resolve.
Who needed blokes when they could be their own partner?
AN: *Looks timidly to the ground* Don't even ask why. :) I sincerely don't even know how this came about. One minute I was reading a friends fic for inspiration about the concept of Harry/Harry, and in the next I was writing this.
If anyone's reading this on the off chance, don't be afraid to make request for any pairings or things you'd like to see done. Any Umbridge/Lockhart fans? If so, let's see what this little mind can create! Be afraid guys, very afraid...
Love you all!
~Fire
Written for:
Fanfiction Dominoes - Table 10 - Harry/Harry