A/N: My apologies for being so lax in updating. I just got kinda distracted and it took me awhile to return to this idea, but by the kindness of your reviews, I have gotten over it and hope to be more consistent about updating in the future.
Thank you all of you who still continue to tell me how much you enjoyed this fic's predecessors.
Special thanks to those of you who reviewed chapter one: Rube, Lady Akita, Kelly, stormyfire, Nita, Kristen, Kelly, ssmokey, Gilles + Couscous Girl, Mistress Vixen, Rubicon, CaratGold, Nuriko No Tenshi, Mystica!, sleepytee, Foxglove, IceFire, el, anonymous, MiniMe, Annclaire, Redhawk, Fluer, and Minna! *mwah*
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The next day Harry wasn't any better. Or the day after that or the day after that or the day after that. I wanted to shake him and tell him to cheer up, but telling a depressed person to cheer up is like telling a paralyzed person to walk. If he could, wouldn't he be doing it already? I kept my mouth shut and watched longing eat away at him with big, audible bites. I stopped paying attention in Defense Against Dark Arts. I made good use of the time though. I've come up with 58 ways to kill Lucius Malfoy. Number 57 involves a duck and a safety pin...but that's a story for some other day. Juvenile? Of course, but it has immense therapeutic value.
Four days since Harry last spoke to the Bastard, Sr. Did I mention I hate Malfoys? Draco is an arrogant, insufferable bastard and his father is toast. I will go insane if I have to spend one more day deprived of my best friend. It looks like Harry, but I'll bet at the base of his spine is a plate that says "Hi! I'm Miserable Harry from the planet Gloom. The word 'happy' and related terms are not part of my vocabulary. Any attempts to add them will end in massive failure. Have a nice day!" I'm tempted to look. I'll think I'll talk to him instead.
After classes, Harry and I go upstairs to drop off our books. I lock the dormitory door behind us, cringing as I thought of what Seamus and Dean would say if they busted the door down and I had had to use some extreme method to force a confession out of Harry.
"Talk to me."
"What about?" he asks offhandedly, tossing his books on his bed.
"What's the one thing you don't talk about?" His face closes up immediately.
"There's a reason I don't talk about it."
"Do you want to end up repressed like Percy? I've seen that road and it's not pretty."
There's a moment of silence as he thinks about this. He smiles, but there's something odd about his smile and I don't like it at all. He walks toward me, hips swaying ever so slightly.
"What would you like to know?" he asks, his voice a quiet purr. Damn him. And now I almost pity Lucius Malfoy because for the first time in my life I understand Ginny's quietly obsessive crush on Harry.
"Anything you want to tell me," I reply, surprised to find that I meant it. He moves closer, our faces inches apart and he moves ever so slightly, bringing his lips to my ear.
"Shall I tell you what it does to me when he's not here? Or what it felt like to wake up in his arms and how good he feels inside me? Is that what you want to know?"
That is so unfair. He knows that's not what I want and he simply radiates heat and energy and Heaven and Mum help me but I just had the sudden urge to throw him on my bed and shag him senseless.
"Stop it," I whisper, my voice shaky.
"Stop what?"
"Stop trying to make me so unconfident about my sexuality that I become nervous and stop asking you questions." He smirks, pressing up against me.
"Is it working?"
"Absolutely not," I lie. He backs off, smiling.
"Damn. Well, it was worth a shot."
"You bastard."
He ignores my insult, sitting on my bed and tucking his legs under him. He looks lost in thought. I feel like I'm intruding. Like I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't know what I know and I shouldn't be angry with him for whatever happened under what must have been extraordinary circumstances.
"I miss him," he says simply.
"How can you-" miss someone who is right in front of you? But then I realized how absolutely stupid that question was.
"Miss such a sodding bastard?" he finishes.
"I wasn't going to say that."
"You were thinking it."
"I wasn't thinking it either."
"Liar." He sighs. " I miss him, I miss his presence."
"Yeah, must be hard living without that toxicity." Holy shit! I did not mean to say that! Honestly, the words just popped out of my mouth on their own accord.
"I'm sorry."
"I understand, but you don't know what it's like to be near him. He scares me, to be quite frank, and I know that he could hurt me in ways I couldn't possibly imagine, but he doesn't and I find that damn sexy." Wow. That was- insightful. I blink several times.
"I say this to you as someone who loves you dearly. Shag someone else. Anyone. Wait- anyone in our age bracket. Anyone in our age bracket who is not my sister." He laughs. "I'm serious. Do it and see if you feel the same way about them as you feel about him."
He thinks for a second, impossibly and adorably somber.
"Alright," he says. "I'll try."
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Suggestions for the lucky person Harry tries to bed next? Review and let me know!
Love ya!
J. Silver
Thank you all of you who still continue to tell me how much you enjoyed this fic's predecessors.
Special thanks to those of you who reviewed chapter one: Rube, Lady Akita, Kelly, stormyfire, Nita, Kristen, Kelly, ssmokey, Gilles + Couscous Girl, Mistress Vixen, Rubicon, CaratGold, Nuriko No Tenshi, Mystica!, sleepytee, Foxglove, IceFire, el, anonymous, MiniMe, Annclaire, Redhawk, Fluer, and Minna! *mwah*
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The next day Harry wasn't any better. Or the day after that or the day after that or the day after that. I wanted to shake him and tell him to cheer up, but telling a depressed person to cheer up is like telling a paralyzed person to walk. If he could, wouldn't he be doing it already? I kept my mouth shut and watched longing eat away at him with big, audible bites. I stopped paying attention in Defense Against Dark Arts. I made good use of the time though. I've come up with 58 ways to kill Lucius Malfoy. Number 57 involves a duck and a safety pin...but that's a story for some other day. Juvenile? Of course, but it has immense therapeutic value.
Four days since Harry last spoke to the Bastard, Sr. Did I mention I hate Malfoys? Draco is an arrogant, insufferable bastard and his father is toast. I will go insane if I have to spend one more day deprived of my best friend. It looks like Harry, but I'll bet at the base of his spine is a plate that says "Hi! I'm Miserable Harry from the planet Gloom. The word 'happy' and related terms are not part of my vocabulary. Any attempts to add them will end in massive failure. Have a nice day!" I'm tempted to look. I'll think I'll talk to him instead.
After classes, Harry and I go upstairs to drop off our books. I lock the dormitory door behind us, cringing as I thought of what Seamus and Dean would say if they busted the door down and I had had to use some extreme method to force a confession out of Harry.
"Talk to me."
"What about?" he asks offhandedly, tossing his books on his bed.
"What's the one thing you don't talk about?" His face closes up immediately.
"There's a reason I don't talk about it."
"Do you want to end up repressed like Percy? I've seen that road and it's not pretty."
There's a moment of silence as he thinks about this. He smiles, but there's something odd about his smile and I don't like it at all. He walks toward me, hips swaying ever so slightly.
"What would you like to know?" he asks, his voice a quiet purr. Damn him. And now I almost pity Lucius Malfoy because for the first time in my life I understand Ginny's quietly obsessive crush on Harry.
"Anything you want to tell me," I reply, surprised to find that I meant it. He moves closer, our faces inches apart and he moves ever so slightly, bringing his lips to my ear.
"Shall I tell you what it does to me when he's not here? Or what it felt like to wake up in his arms and how good he feels inside me? Is that what you want to know?"
That is so unfair. He knows that's not what I want and he simply radiates heat and energy and Heaven and Mum help me but I just had the sudden urge to throw him on my bed and shag him senseless.
"Stop it," I whisper, my voice shaky.
"Stop what?"
"Stop trying to make me so unconfident about my sexuality that I become nervous and stop asking you questions." He smirks, pressing up against me.
"Is it working?"
"Absolutely not," I lie. He backs off, smiling.
"Damn. Well, it was worth a shot."
"You bastard."
He ignores my insult, sitting on my bed and tucking his legs under him. He looks lost in thought. I feel like I'm intruding. Like I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't know what I know and I shouldn't be angry with him for whatever happened under what must have been extraordinary circumstances.
"I miss him," he says simply.
"How can you-" miss someone who is right in front of you? But then I realized how absolutely stupid that question was.
"Miss such a sodding bastard?" he finishes.
"I wasn't going to say that."
"You were thinking it."
"I wasn't thinking it either."
"Liar." He sighs. " I miss him, I miss his presence."
"Yeah, must be hard living without that toxicity." Holy shit! I did not mean to say that! Honestly, the words just popped out of my mouth on their own accord.
"I'm sorry."
"I understand, but you don't know what it's like to be near him. He scares me, to be quite frank, and I know that he could hurt me in ways I couldn't possibly imagine, but he doesn't and I find that damn sexy." Wow. That was- insightful. I blink several times.
"I say this to you as someone who loves you dearly. Shag someone else. Anyone. Wait- anyone in our age bracket. Anyone in our age bracket who is not my sister." He laughs. "I'm serious. Do it and see if you feel the same way about them as you feel about him."
He thinks for a second, impossibly and adorably somber.
"Alright," he says. "I'll try."
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Suggestions for the lucky person Harry tries to bed next? Review and let me know!
Love ya!
J. Silver