Forgotten Yesterday

Chapter 25: Love Makes you do the Wacky

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters borrowed for use in this story.

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He just wanted to sleep. Harry pulled himself toward the door to his rooms and was unlocking them when he felt a familiar hand clasp his shoulder.

"Can I talk to you later, Sirius?"

"It's rather important, Harry."

"Fine." he finished unlocking the wards and led him into the room. "What's so important?" he sat back on the sofa and covered his eyes with his hand.

"It's been a long time since you saw the Dursley's hasn't it?" his godfather took a seat beside him.

"I saw them just before the wedding. So, yeah, it's been a while."

"There dead, Harry."

He was silent as the news sunk in. "How?"

"The same curse as Hermione. It appears to work faster in muggles. They were only sick a few weeks."

Harry nodded gravely. "When is the funeral?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Thank you for telling me." he stood and walked toward the stairwell. "I really need to be alone for a while."

Sirius nodded.

"Sirius?" he called.

"Yeah?"

"If you see Hermione could you tell her where I am?"

"I thought you wanted to be alone."

"She doesn't count in that."

He nodded and closed the door quietly behind him.

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Hermione had been wandering around the halls for over an hour. She still couldn't believe Harry's family was dead. It was surreal. That could have been her in a few more months. She decided it would be best to leave Harry be for a while. There was a small sound in the room just off the long hall. She slowly peaked inside.

Draco sat on the floor, a glass bottle half empty in his hand.

"Draco?" she entered the room slowly.

"They could have killed her." he whispered. "They were five feet from my wife and my little girl. The bastards could have killed her and there would have been nothing I could have done about it."

She sat on the floor next to him. "But they didn't. They're safe."

"I think I'm drunk."

"Yes, a little."

"I need more whisky."

"No, you don't."

"Why do you hate Ginny? She and her vile mother were whining that they don't understand why you would hate them."

"I don't hate them. I just…" she grabbed the bottle from his hand and took a long swallow. "You know all the shit that happened 7th year, well before the year started. Molly said if I ever needed anything I could come to her. And when I needed her the most… And Ginny. She said she was one of my best friends. And she forgot I existed."

"You forgave Harry for that."

"Harry admitted he was wrong. She is still playing wounded princess."

"It's what Weasly women do best."

"Draco?"

He looked over as she took a seat on the stones beside him.

"Why Ginny?"

"Why not."

"That's not an answer."

"For me it's enough. What did you honestly think I was going to marry Pansy Parkinson? Even I have better taste than that. Hell, even my father had better taste than that."

"Do you love her?"

"Unfortunately yes, I do."

"Why is it unfortunate?"

"Love makes things complicated. It would be so much easier if we had a typical marriage of convenience. Instead I have to care about how she feels. It's exhausting. Except this thing between you and her. I don't give a shit what Molly says she deserves a little regret forced upon her now and then."

She took another long drag off the bottle. "I just don't want to deal with her right now."

He took the near empty bottle from her hands and looked at it's contents. "That makes two of us." he whispered finishing the alcohol.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update. Finals week came a little faster than I realized this year.