Loving Alone
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JKR does.
A/N: This is set during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Crabbe's transferred to another wizarding school, and Goyle was killed by a rogue bludger whilst playing Quidditch in the holidays.
This is slightly Harry/Ginny, but also it's (unrequited?) Draco/Harry slash. If you don't like slash, stop reading now. Don't carry on reading & then flame me. Thanks, dramaqueen.
This one's in Harry's pov again.
(Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers!)
Chapter 9
Everything was such a mess. The entire school had found out about his new relationship with Draco thanks to an angry, heartbroken Ginny, and as a result he had gone from being (almost) everyone's friend to being public enemy number one. Not that he blamed them for hating him. He hated himself for what he was putting her through. Then of course there was the baby. As yet it was only him and Ginny who knew about it, but they both knew it wouldn't be long before other people started to find out. Hermione was already getting suspicious over their private conversations. After all, when your friends go through such a painful breakup, you don't expect to see them sitting in a corner talking to each other in whispers just a few days later.
It was at times like these when all Harry wanted to do was talk to Ron about what to do. But Ron wasn't talking to him. In fact, he didn't want anything to do with him. Draco wasn't being particularly helpful either. When he wasn't yelling at Harry for 'outing' him to Ginny and therefore the rest of Hogwarts, he was trying (usually successfully) to seduce him. (The last part was the only fun thing in Harry's life at the minute.)
The worst part about all this was the loneliness. Sure, he had Draco, but that was no consolation when all his friends hated him. In a strange twist of fate, Draco was now happy, but Harry was loving alone.
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I know that this one was really short, but I couldn't think of what to write!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JKR does.
A/N: This is set during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Crabbe's transferred to another wizarding school, and Goyle was killed by a rogue bludger whilst playing Quidditch in the holidays.
This is slightly Harry/Ginny, but also it's (unrequited?) Draco/Harry slash. If you don't like slash, stop reading now. Don't carry on reading & then flame me. Thanks, dramaqueen.
This one's in Harry's pov again.
(Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers!)
Chapter 9
Everything was such a mess. The entire school had found out about his new relationship with Draco thanks to an angry, heartbroken Ginny, and as a result he had gone from being (almost) everyone's friend to being public enemy number one. Not that he blamed them for hating him. He hated himself for what he was putting her through. Then of course there was the baby. As yet it was only him and Ginny who knew about it, but they both knew it wouldn't be long before other people started to find out. Hermione was already getting suspicious over their private conversations. After all, when your friends go through such a painful breakup, you don't expect to see them sitting in a corner talking to each other in whispers just a few days later.
It was at times like these when all Harry wanted to do was talk to Ron about what to do. But Ron wasn't talking to him. In fact, he didn't want anything to do with him. Draco wasn't being particularly helpful either. When he wasn't yelling at Harry for 'outing' him to Ginny and therefore the rest of Hogwarts, he was trying (usually successfully) to seduce him. (The last part was the only fun thing in Harry's life at the minute.)
The worst part about all this was the loneliness. Sure, he had Draco, but that was no consolation when all his friends hated him. In a strange twist of fate, Draco was now happy, but Harry was loving alone.
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I know that this one was really short, but I couldn't think of what to write!
