Title: My Play Thing
Summary: When someone else is making Harry's blood boil, Draco gets jealous. SLASH! Get it?
Disclaimer: These are not my toys; they are J.K. Rowling's. I am only borrowing them, and once I am done, I shall put them back on the shelf exactly how they were. OH CRAP! His head fell off…
Author's Note: Haha I got some reviews correcting me on that "epilogue" thing. Just a note to all you guys who caught that: Thanks, and after I posted it I realized that I made a mistake. It was 11 at night when I wrote that part.
Warning: SLASH! That's boy-boy love and if that is unappealing to you, leave. Now.
THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED! THERE ARE A LOT OF YOU AND I'M QUITE LAZY SO I WON'T LIST YOU ALL… BUT MY APOLOGIES TO MRS SHIGWA COBAIN! I HAD YOU LISTED BUT FOR SOME REASON IT GOT ERASED!
The rest of the summer went by relatively fast; brief meetings with the Order, although the more private ones were overheard with the help of Fred and George. So far, the only attacks were small and subtle, in Muggle towns and so discreet the Order had a hard time recognizing them as part of Voldemort's attacks.
There was also no sign of Pettigrew yet. It seemed he simply vanished, like he did 16 years earlier.
The memorial for Sirius was also a blur. Harry remembered himself and Remus leaving by floo powder to a small, rundown building where they met some of Sirius' close friends. Hermione had also showed up, but only for a little while. She had to be back home for her cousin's graduation celebration.
When everyone paid their personal respects to Sirius, Harry had strolled outside. After that, they had left again, back to Grimmauld Place.
Now, however, Harry was taking a last look into the house, with his trunk on the front step and Hedwig's cage in his arms. Remus had gone to get Harry's stuff the second night.
The taxi ride to the train station was quiet, and the goodbye was quick. Now Harry sat in an empty compartment, awaiting the arrival of Ron and Hermione. When the compartment door slid open, he looked up expectantly but the person standing there wasn't what he had anticipated.
"Ah. Hey Harry. Can I talk to you?" Cho asked.
Harry sighed. This is not what he needed right now.
"Sure. What is it?"
"Um... look I'm really sorry about last year. And uh… I just wanted to know if you'd be ok if we could still be friends. I mean its ok if you don't want to, but I want to, and I just wanted to see what you thought about it…" Cho mumbled.
Harry stared at her. "Excuse me?" he got out.
"Well, I'm sorry for how I acted last year. It probably wasn't the best time to get into a relationship, especially with you. And I mean, its not that you're not a nice guy, it's just that I-" Harry cut her off.
"You're apologizing now?" He said, anger rising.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I wasn't really sure what to say before holiday and I've had all summer to think about it and… yeah." She trailed off.
"Apology not accepted." Harry spat.
"I… What?"
"You heard me. Look, Cho, if you were going to apologize at all it would've been better if it had been before holiday. I can't believe you! You just think that after a whole holiday of being locked up and isolated and thinking about…" He stopped and took a breath. "No. Just, no. I can't deal with this, I don't want to deal with this, and it's not going to happen."
"Why are you such a bastard to me!" she shrieked.
"Now I'm the bad one! What the hell, Cho! Last year you cried at every little thing I said, then broke up with me without even letting me know, didn't say a word for the past three months, and now you come here and apologize to me and expect me to take it just like that! You're sadly mistaken! Then again I should've expected as much from a sodding bitch like you."
Cho's face turned red with fury and embarrassment.
"How dare you call me a bitch! You're so ungrateful! I can't believe you Harry!" she strode over to him in one fluid motion and backhanded him across the face. "Never talk to me again, bastard!"
Harry sat there, a nice bruise forming on his left cheek, and watched her storm out. His feeling of emptiness now replaced with blind fury.
In his moment of rage, he picked up the glass bottle of water on the windowsill and hurled it against the opposite wall of the compartment.
Malfoy burst into the compartment a few seconds later.
"All right you little bast- oh. Potter. Having a hissy fit after the shouting match with the ex?" he smirked.
Harry sighed. "Look, Malfoy, just leave, ok? I'm really not in the mood for your shit." with that he stepped passed Malfoy and walked out to find Ron and Hermione, leaving Malfoy speechless and pissed off.
okie dokie artichokie! wow that took me a while.. anyways. please review! this is still unbeta'd so ignore any mistakes! im off to dinner…