Title: The Amourette -sequel to The Amour'-
Author: silverXserpent
Rating: R
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to JK. Rowling. No money is being made from this story in any way.
Thank You To:
LadyAna
You rock even more! Thanks for the awesome review:) Be ready for Draco next chapter..... HAR HAR HAR
Angel Lain
I love it when people are touched by what I write! I love you! (cries hysterically).
Hope you liked this chapter although it's not much of a teary chap.
Pila1414
I hope this update is quick enough! hehe. I love you for continuing to read the sequel too. Thanks!
zowie-bowie
I know! I'm not a french speaking person but I thought that the word amourette was perfect for the sequel. Thanks for the review! And thanks for reading the sequel! hugs and kisses!
S.Malfoy
I'm really really really glad you liked the first chap of this story and the prequel. Thanks for the review! I hope you like this chap too!
Kyle-Brofloski3
I know, IDIOT DRACO! GODAMMIT! lol. He's coming back the next chapter! (dun dun dun)
Kylia Nahimana
I'm glad you didn't find the chap confusing. I couldn't explaing too much there cuz it would suck out the fun in the coming chaps. You're reviews are always da best, man. Love ya.
(Waves pitchfork at Draco) yes, he's being evil evil....
Now, I'm gonna go read your new chap for you story! Can't wait!
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First you feel the pain
Then you start to cry
When someone breaks your heart
Love cuts you deep inside
Two men were walking up Faraday Road, hand in hand.
It was a crisp yet beautiful February day, perfect for a one-on-one brunch with a close friend.
And that was exactly what these two men had just been doing.
True, they rather looked like more then close friends' but certain understandings kept these men at that and nothing more.
They looked very comfortable together and it warmed anybody's heart just to see them lean in for a sweet kiss here and there.
They were now standing in front of the door of a white apartment, the raven haired man rummaging around in his trouser pockets for the key.
Do you want to come in? he asked the slightly taller brunette, who grinned widely and nodded.
the brunette replied, placing a soft kiss on the other's nose. Must you ask Harry?
I suppose not but I'm just warning you, if you come in, you're going to have to help me rearrange my room today. I've been wanting to do that for a while.
I'll be happy to.
Their feet stomped loudly as they climbed the wooden stairs up to the third and topmost floor of the apartment.
The man, who's name was Alex, shook his head involuntarily when they entered the spacious flat that belonged to Harry.
I always can't help wondering how the bloody hell you manage to pay the rent for this. I mean, yeah I know you work for the government and all but... Alex paused and frowned. What exactly do you do for the government?
Harry smiled good-naturedly and shrugged.
Couldn't tell you that, now could I? Or else I would be violating the Undercover' rule.
You're such a wanker, Harry. Alex rolled his eyes in mock exasperation and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.
What's wrong with being a wanker? Harry asked innocently.
Alex kissed Harry's lips and chuckled. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
They took off their heavy winter coats and threw them onto the dining table before sinking down onto the sofa, still attached hungrily at the mouth.
Alex murmured. You taste like tomatoes.
Harry laughed. And you taste like Chateau de Beaucastel.
Seriously, I can't believe you spent two-hundred and twenty pounds on wine.
Harry raised his eyebrows and bit down onto Alex's lip.
What, didn't you like it?
Oh fuck.... the brunette moaned. You're insane Harry.... you know that?
Insane as they come. Now come on, you promised to help me with my room. He pulled away and ran his fingers teasingly down Alex's slim thigh.
All right, all right! Please! Let's get started before I end up ruining my new jeans! Alex hopped off the sofa and brushed himself off. He grabbed Harry's arm and began dragging him through the living room and into a bedroom that was nearly as big as the living room, with white walls and a king size teak four poster covered in silk sheets. There was also a matching teak wardrobe and dresser on the other side of the room near the floor-to-ceiling window.
Harry put his hands on his hips and walked over to the closet.
he threw open the double doors of the closet and waved his hand at the mound of stuff piled inside. First, I want to throw a bunch of this out. I have no idea what half of them are anyways.
Alex rolled his eyes and peered into the large closet.
Looks like you just cram everything you don't need, in here.
Good observation. Harry grinned. So will you give me a hand?
Grnumnf. Fine.
Thanks Alex. All right, so um- I'm going to go get a dustbin bag- be right back.
A few minutes later, he was back in his bedroom with a large plastic bag and two bottles of Yorkshire Terrier.
You want? Harry asked, holding out the drink to the other man who was currently busy going through Harry's CD collection atop the dresser.
Huh? Oh sure, thanks. Alex turned around and took the bottle.
They popped open the caps and clanked the necks of the bottles together.
To er- Harry began.
To our friendship. Alex finished for him.
Yeah. To our friendship.
They took a long swig before settling themselves cross legged on the floor in front of the pile of work ahead of them.
Harry reached out and began plucking random objects from within and looking them over once before shaking his head and tossing them into the bag.
Don't need that. Don't need this. Definitely don't want this. Didn't even know I had this-
What about this? Alex asked, lifting a dark green and extremely clingy looking cotton shirt with french cuffs.
Harry scrunched up his nose and grimaced. Nah, Chuck it out.
Are you kidding me? Alex exclaimed. Do you know how bloody sexy you'd look in this?
It's too small. Harry said simply.
Small is good!
I've never worn it before, and I don't plan to.
Oh come on. Try it on. Let's see.
Now? No!
Alex snatched at the hem of Harry's sweater and struggled to pull it over his head. He finally managed and then, lips twitching, handed Harry the green shirt. OR you could stay like that.
Harry glared at Alex and shoved his arms through the sleeves of the shirt.
There. I'm wearing it. The buttons barely snap on my chest. Happy?
You look fucking good but I still prefer you without it. Alex said.
Well you're not getting that so tough. He replied curtly, trying to suppress a smile.
You know what would be so hot?
Harry frowned.
If you did a strip show in that shirt. God that would be.... fuck I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Alex closed his eyes and licked his lips enticingly.
Harry pinched Alex's arm, eliciting a painful yelp from him.
You perve!
Perve? Who me? Alex asked defiantly.
Yes, you.
More pinching ensued and then a few moments later, the pinching had turned into tender caresses.
You're so damn unpredictable. Alex murmured into Harry's mouth. First second, you're trying to kill me and then you're necking all over me- OW! FUCK!
His head shot up and he clamped his hand over his arse.
What was that for?
Harry shrugged and took another drink of beer before returning his attention to his closet.
Alex mumbled something under his breath and drained his whole bottle.
Hey- what's that? he asked suddenly crawling over beside Harry and pointing to something shining behind the rack of clothes.
Alex reached out both hands and slowly pulled out what happened to be a high-polished and scratch-less guitar. Wow. A Martin? he breathed, gaping at the instrument. You can play this?
I taught myself a while back. Harry said offhandedly. But I haven't played for years.
Alex repeated. You've got to play something.
Harry shook his head. Don't feel like it.
Oh come on! You've got to! For me? Please?
Alex gave Harry a pathetic puppy dog face and held out the guitar.
Can't think of anything right now.
Alex snorted.
He suddenly dove back into the closet and retrieved a black folder with papers sticking out of the top.
Harry felt his hands clench involuntarily.
No... no.... He thought silently.
I was right! There are songs here! Like, five of them!
Alex began leafing through the songs with a intrigued expression on his face.
All these are kinda sad.... he said finally, looking up at Harry. Did you write them?
Harry nodded reluctantly.
Play this one for me, please? Alex pleaded. He handed Harry two sheets of music with a small smile on his face.
Harry swallowed the large lump that was forming in his throat.
This shouldn't be difficult for him at all. It was just a song.
Then why did it hurt him to think about it?
He took the music from Alex with slightly shaking hands and picked up the long since forgotten guitar from the floor.
Alex watched him intently as he took his time to tune the strings and then finally, he was set.
He breathed deeply before closing his eyes and strumming the first cord.
It echoed through the quiet room like an enchantment. The notes that held some sort of power.
He opened his eyes and began to sing;
I could hardly believe it, when I heard the news today...
They said you were leaving, someone's swept your heart away
From the look upon your face, I see it's true.
So tell me all about it, tell me 'bout the plans you're making
Then tell me one thing more before I go...
Tell me how am I supposed to live without you
Now that I've been lovin' you so long
How am I supposed to live without you
How am I supposed to carry on
When all that I've been living for is gone
I didn't come here for cryin'
Didn't come here to breakdown
It's just a dream of mine is coming to an end
An how can I blame you
When I built my world around
The hope that someday we'd be so much more than friends
And I don't wanna know the price I'm gonna pay for dreaming
When even now it's more than I can take...
The last strum died slowly and he opened his eyes.
Oh Harry! That was brilliant! Alex said loudly, clapping his hands enthusiastically. I had no idea you had a voice like that.... and a talent for song writing!
Harry cleared his throat and smiled weakly. He set down his guitar and stood up.
I er- have to go to the loo for a sec.
He hurried out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall.
He walked over to the sink and leaned against it, burying his face in his hands.
Why the fuck am I reacting like this over a fucking song? he moaned ruefully. What the hell is wrong with me? I wrote these songs eight years ago.
There was a knock on the door. Harry? You okay luv?
I'm fine, Alex. he turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water. Get a grip on yourself.
The bathroom door opened and Harry heard Alex come up behind him tentatively.
Hey there. Alex said gently, putting his hands on Harry's hips.
You sure you're okay?
Harry turned around and forced a smile. Yeah, don't worry about it. I'm really fine.
Was that song.... about someone from the past?
Harry bit his lip. Uh, yeah. But it doesn't mean anything anymore.
Alex nodded. Would you rather not talk about it?
Harry said quietly.
Okay. But you were still absolutely amazing. Maybe you can write me a song sometime. You know, a song saying how wonderful and irresistible Alex is...
Harry couldn't help but laugh and he embraced Alex warmly.
Thanks Alex.
No prob. Well, I have to leave pretty soon for work... you'll be okay alone?
I'm not a baby, I think I can look after myself. Harry replied, kissing Alex's lips tenderly. Just don't get hit on too much please?
Aww, is wittle Harry getting a wittle possessive, hm? Alex teased.
Shut up.
Harry shoved Alex playfully out of the bathroom and toward the door.
Will do. So I'll call you tomorrow or something. You're coming as usual on Friday night right?
Yeah, I'm going. Here's your coat. Harry helped Alex into his coat and pecked him again on the cheek. Have a good time at work.
See you Harry. Alex winked and closed the door behind him.
Harry let out a sigh and walked back to his room massaging his temples.
He was still a bit shaken at the sudden wave of emotions that had intruded into his body from the song. He hadn't been ready for that and he hadn't wanted any of it either.
He decided to destroy the songs once and for all so that he would never have to think about it again.
He picked up the sheets of music and held it up before his face between both fingers, and waited for the deathly ripping noise but it didn't come. Confused, he opened his eyes and realised that his hands hadn't done anything.
He tried to tear the paper again but for some reason, his arms protested against his command and the paper remained whole.
He gave up and instead, stuffed it back inside the black folder and threw the folder into the closet.
Fuck that. he muttered under his breath and stormed back into the living room.
[A/N]
Hey hey hey:)
I hope you liked this chapter. Cuz personally, I kinda like it. It's sorta sweet.
Anyways, please review and I'll update again hopefully quickly.
Love you all from the bottom of my HEART.
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