Dislcaimer: I do not own Harry Potter -le sigh-
A/N I forgot about this story >. okay anyways.. I notice some don't like the way Harry is acting, and I can't justify it. This story is about homophobia though, not to much right now, but it's getting there. These are things I have seen, and I think it's time I wrote about it, in full detail, from everyones point of view. So read on if you wish to. (I'll be adding more POV's later)
Draco was busy glaring at the back of his colleague's head, he was paying way too much attention to the way his dirty blonde hair flipped out on the right side, how his hair came to a point where the bangs could be, and how it was so well layered.
Harry hadn't contacted him by phone or owl in two days, and Draco was starting to feel Harry wanted to stick to his damned bloody image of straight man of the year. Draco was musing over how he should go to his colleague's haircutter and see if they could do a better job then his own when an owl hooted at him and nipped his hand.
"Hey what the—" Draco said, looking away from the head to the snowy white owl, whose yellow eyes peered at him with annoyance. 'This looks like Harry's old bird Hedwig' Draco thought, but knew the bird had died a few years ago by now.
Draco untied the letter stuck to the owl's leg quickly, grabbing an owl treat and feeding it to the bird. The bird snapped its beak shut with the owl treat and spread its white wings, taking off through the open window.
"Who's that from?" Byron asked, looking at the letter with interest, they didn't receive wizard's owls very often. They usually got calls from muggles who'd seen weird things, and needed to be 'straightened out.' The job paid well, but was boring at times and funny as hell on others.
Like the time Byron was outsmarted by a flying rubber ducky that thought it was a real duck, they'd bee trying to catch the thing for two hours until the little muggle girl who owned it came up to the bathroom they'd trapped it in.
The duck had taken to the girl, and they had her hold it while they preformed charms on it to make it inanimate, the girl could not be oblivated as she had been in possession of the ducky for a week, so they had to cast a spell over her entire family to make them believe it had been a dream.
But that didn't matter right now; it was who the letter was from. If it wasn't from Harry Draco would take serious measures no one was going to like. Especially that Cecelia woman.
"If it were your business, Byron, trust me, I'd tell you." Draco said, taking one look at the brunette again and thinking 'I have got to figure out who cuts that man's hair.' Draco may be older, but he could still be vain. One of his better qualities he would like to say, although sometimes it wasn't true.
"Fine, fine. I still don't see why you've been so grouchy lately." Byron said, turning around again and filing his papers away into his desk. Draco sighed and opened the letter; he didn't tell Byron who he was dating. While Byron could be friendly to Draco, he still felt homosexuals were wrong and Draco would one day see the light and start dating women.
Byron still held onto the idea that Draco would turn out to be another Harry Potter, dating women at every turn. Oh if only Byron Lacerta knew, oh if only he knew.
Draco was snickering to himself as he took one glance at the letter, then all thoughts of laughing disappeared as his eyes buggered out and an invite to the most expensive dinner restaurant in London fell to the ground.
"Fucking hell, Draco, where and who gave you that? Wait.. I don't want to know if your dating a sugar daddy or not!" Byron said, scowling at how lucky Draco was. Advantage to this gay thing, he didn't have to always be the one to pay!
Draco got over his shock, glared at Byron, and told him to piss off and that he did not have a sugar daddy, and silently added that Harry was just a rich dumbass who happened to like Draco's hot self.
He picked up the invite off of the carpeted floor, looked over the time written in small print, and the signature at the bottom of the fancy invite. Even though most would never be able to read it, he could recognize it as Harry Potter's. Exactly why Draco hide it as quickly as he could?
Harry still liked that fucked up dark closet of his.
Avy was sitting at the table looking at her half eaten sandwich. Cecelia and Harry had been acting odd again, and Avy could just feel the tension brewing between the two. It was like a thunderstorm was about unleash electric lighting down on the world.
Avy was still grounded, but she knew she'd sneak out of the house, come back really late, and all would be forgotten. She was about to dump her corn beef sandwich into the garbage when she heard screaming coming from Harry's room.
From the kitchen it was muffled, so all the better reason to walk up to her father's closed bedroom door and eavesdrop in on the fight.
"Oh, and you couldn't have told me this earlier, Harry? I thought we had something, you were dating me, do you do this all the time, huh? ANSWER ME!" Cecelia screamed and Avy was a little shocked, Cecelia had never struck her as the type to get really angry with people.
"NO, I DON'T!" Harry yelled back, and Avy knew that voice all too well, Harry was very fed up with Cecelia right at the moment.
"I dealt with your bratty child, I tried to be nice, and this is what I get! It was fine, what's wrong with me? Is there someone else?" Cecelia ranted on, and Avy cringed as she heard silence come from the door.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" Celia screamed, and Avy would have given all her money plus her snake to see what was going on in there. Just to see her father's face.
"Cecelia, it's not like that…" Harry tried to defend himself, and Avy moved her ear loser to the crack in the door, straining to hear it all.
"What is it like? Is she as good as I am? WELL, IS SHE?" Cecelia cried, and Avy was either imagining it or Cecelia was starting to cry.
Avy felt sympathy for the woman for once in the whole time she'd known Cecelia. "There is no other woman. I just don't feel what I did for you anymore." Harry said, and Avy had to hold in a snort, her father had said that line so many times she could repeat it with as much sincerity as he did.
"No other woman? No other… Oh my god, you.. that… OH FUCKING HELL!" Avy heard something crash to the ground, and hoped it wasn't that expensive glass vase because Harry liked it, a lot.
"Cecelia! Stop it, Avy's in the kitchen." Harry protested, and Avy smirked, if only her father knew.
"Oh? Well right now I don't care. How could you? You could have told me you bastard! I'm not an idiot; I should have noticed it long before now!" Cecelia was saying, and Avy was wondering how Harry telling Cecelia he didn't love her sooner was going to be of any help
She would have gotten her heart broken either way.
"Listen Cecelia, I'm sorry…" Harry said, and Avy heard angry footsteps stomp closer to the door, so she got up and walked around the corner that the bathroom was in, hiding there as she watched Cecelia stomp angrily out of Harry's room.
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Harry Potter. You know, I can see it now, now that I think about it. You're a fucking idiot, and I hope you see the light sometime soon. You really are a fucking coward." Cecelia growled out, and Avy gave Cecelia a silent cheer.
Harry looked upset and terribly angry at the same time. He looked like his vein was about to pop, because it was bulging in his throat, looking blue and red with anger. "I'm not a coward!" Harry yelled back at the woman.
"Yes, yes you are. I could see it then, and I can see it now. You're in love with that man aren't you! I just didn't pay attention to it when I should have!" Cecelia shot back at Harry, and Avy almost fell down when she heard it.
"I'm not…" Harry was white; there was no other way to explain it. His voice was low, barely loud enough to hear it, and Cecelia was raging red with anger.
"The hell if you are not. I saw you at the Weasley's, you and he were sending glares at each other and then all of a sudden he comes to our house on friendly terms with you and acting jealous, at first I thought you two were just getting over a fight but I see it now, you were having a lover's spat." Cecelia said, and Avy was about to die of shock, because she was seeing it the same way now.
"We haven't even talked for fifteen years!" Harry cried back, finding his voice but the damage had already been done, Avy had never seen her father truly sacred, but when he was accused of liking another man he'd gone white.
Harry had seemed to forget Avy was there in the house, but Avy didn't care, this was the best fight she'd ever heard before, not to mention her father had been scared of something.
"I DON'T CARE! Whatever it was then, it's what it is now and you're fucking around with him aren't you!" Cecelia screamed and slapped Harry clear across the cheek. Avy was about to actually cheer when she remembered, being silent meant she heard the whole thing.
Harry held his reddening cheek, probably as shocked as Avy that Cecelia, sweet Cecelia, actually slapped him. "I wasn't…" Harry tried to say, but Cecelia was already making her way out of the house, rushing to put her sandals on.
"I don't care Harry, I don't. How many people know about this? What, are you gay?" Cecelia snapped, looking very angry as her blonde hair fell out of her ponytail and around her face.
"I'm… bisexual." Harry said timidly, looking very scared that he was actually admitting it. Avy was about to die when her father said it, it was so weird to know someone she knew was actually… gay, or bi, or whatever.
"Well, you deal with that, and have a nice life while you do." Cecelia said as her final goodbye, and opened the door, slamming it behind her. Harry stood there shocked, as if he'd never had a fight with an ex that had ended that badly.
He probably never had.
Harry took a minute before he looked over to the hall, staring at Avy's poked out head. "How long have you been listening?" Her father asked, and she just stared back at him, before answering.
"A while."
Harry nodded and walked to his bedroom door, and closed it lightly, but left a very strong silence behind him. Avy shivered as she thought about it, and wondered if her father was going to speak to her again.
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