Chapter 2 is here! I hope you enjoy. Just a warning as I'm sure you are aware with this type of fic, there is mentions of infidelity. Thank you so much to everyone who has commented, I love reading what you have to say

I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 2

He arrived with a bang into the middle of a cosy sitting room. A fireplace crackling merrily in the corner. He dropped his suitcase to the side, took a deep breath and collapsed on the lounge, tears streaming down his face. The heartbreak that he had tried to keep in check during his confrontation with Draco and Theo burst out of him, sobs ripping through his chest.

He saw a blur of red and strong arms wrapping around his chest.

"Harry! Harry! What's wrong!? Are you hurt!?" A voice asked urgently, and Harry felt hands running over his body checking him for injuries. He felt a potion bottle pressed to his lips and without even stopping to consider he opened his mouth and swallowed the liquid down.

He felt the effects immediately, a calming draught. His body relaxed. His mind eased from its current turmoil. It was a forced calm, but he would take what he could get.

Harry looked up into the concerned face of George; Angelina standing just behind him.

"It's OK, you're OK" the red head murmured quietly, rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back.

Angelina reached out and ran a comforting hand through Harry's dark hair.

"What's happened?" She whispered, almost like talking to loudly would upset Harry again.

"Dr-Draco… I walked in on him ch-ch-cheating on me, with Theo" Harry hiccupped, tears still sliding down his face even though he had just taken a calming draught.

Harry saw George's face become a mask of fury, his eyes burning, but in the blink of an eye it was gone, and he was taking a deep calming breath. Harry could see Angelina gripping George's shoulder tightly, trying to rein in her own temper.

"Why don't you stay here with us for a while" Angelina asked. "We have a guest room all ready and honestly I could use the company, George works all the bloody time" she tried to joke.

Harry smiled weakly. "I don't want to be a burden. I'm… I'm sorry for even coming here like this, it was just the first place I thought of."

George shushed him, pulling the dark-haired man closer to his chest.

"You are never a burden Harry; we want you to stay with us as long as you want to. Honest."

Harry heard the sincerity in George's words and felt so pathetically grateful to have somewhere to go, that he just nodded and allowed Angelina and George to shuffle him into their guest room.

"Why don't you get ready for bed Harry and I will go and get a dreamless sleep potion. A good night's sleep will do you a world of good and we can look at everything with fresh eyes in the morning." George suggested.

Harry nodded bleakly and started rummaging through his suitcase for pyjamas as George and Angelina left the room.

They shut the door quietly and walked into the kitchen.

"I can't believe Draco would do this to Harry!" George growled, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. The anger that he had kept at bay breaking free now that they were alone.

"I thought they were so in love; I don't know what that Slytherin ponce could have possibly been thinking!" Angelina responded. "He is really going to need us now, you know how hard it is for Harry to believe that he is even worthy of love, this is only going to cement that idea in his head."

George nodded seriously pulling Angelina into his arms and giving her a quick kiss. "We'll do whatever it takes to help him. Draco better watch himself; he's not going to know what hit him." He finished, grinning evilly and Angelina was reminded why it was a good idea to never cross her boyfriend.

George quickly rummaged under the sink until he came up with a dreamless sleep potion.

They both walked back to their guest room, to find Harry lying in bed, crying silently into his pillow.

George felt his heart break at the sight before him. Who could hurt someone so kind and thoughtful as Harry?

"Here you go Harrikins" George said gently. Helping Harry sit up and pouring the potion into his mouth.

"Thanks George. Sorry to be such a bother" he said bleakly.

"You are never a bother Harry" George said earnestly, but Harry wasn't really listening anymore, his eyes already sliding shut from the potion.

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Harry awoke in the morning and for a few blissful moments he forgot all the events of the day before and was happy. Then reality came crushing down, and it felt like a troll was sitting on his chest. His whole body ached, and he struggled to draw in air as he lay there gasping and shuddering.

He heard the door slam open and felt strong hands running up his arms and down his chest.

"It's OK Harry, you're OK. Deep breath in for me… and out."

Harry followed the instructions and after a few minutes found himself calming down and able to draw in some much-needed air.

Harry opened his eyes to find George looking down at him.

"You're OK Harry. How about you sit up, Angelina has made you waffles for breakfast and then you can see if you feel like getting up today."

Harry wanted to tell George that he felt sick to his stomach and didn't think he could force down any food, but he looked so hopeful and Angelina had made them especially for him that he just nodded in acceptance. He pulled himself up, George putting an extra pillow behind his back and tucking his blankets in just as Angelina came in, a tray hovering in front of her, carrying a large plate of waffles and a glass of juice.

Angelina looked like she knew what he was thinking. "Just try to eat something Harry, we don't want you wasting away."

Again, Harry didn't speak, just nodded and began taking small bites of his waffle.

George and Angelina left him alone to eat, inviting him to come out whenever he was ready. Harry didn't think he would ever be ready. But he forced down a few more bites then wandered out to the kitchen, placing the tray and plate in the sink and making his way to the lounge where George and Angelina were sitting.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Angelina asked softly. Harry just shook his head no.

Harry curled up against George's side as he read through different order forms for the joke shop, Angelina reading a book on George's other side. He let himself zone out, his mind replaying everything that had happened yesterday, trying to find something he could've done that would've prevented this whole mess, but try as he might he could come up with nothing. He had tried to be the best boyfriend he could be to Draco; he had thought they were happy. Obviously, Draco hadn't been if he had done something like this. He had to wonder if they would've even told him what they had done if he hadn't walked in on them in the act. He doubted it.

Harry wasn't sure how long he sat there in contemplation when the floo flared to life and another red head and a brunette tumbled out of the flames.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione gasped, throwing herself at Harry. "We've just heard what happened."

"What?" Harry spoke for the first time that morning, his voice croaky from all the crying.

"Draco contacted us this morning" Ron explained. "He was looking for you, desperate to find you. He explained what happened."

Ron looked at Harry forlornly, "I'm so sorry mate. You know I'm not Draco's biggest fan, but I never thought he would do something like this. If it makes you feel any better Hermione punched him in the face."

Harry choked out a startled "what?"

Hermione, who was still sitting in his lap giggled. "It was very reminiscent of third year, punched him straight in the nose."

Harry chuckled softly at the image. Not that he would ever condone violence but there was something deeply satisfying imagining Draco getting punched in the face.

"Thanks guys, that does help a little."

"I know you're not OK" Hermione began, "but… are you OK?"

Harry sighed deeply. "Not really, I thought Draco was the one you know. I know we're only 21 but I thought he was it for me, that we would spend our lives together, grow old together, have a family together. Now it's all gone, and I just feel so lost."

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes.

"It's OK to feel lost sometimes Harry, that's when we truly find ourselves."

"Do you want to come and stay with us mate?" Ron asked. "You're more than welcome."

"Thanks for the offer guys… really" Harry said, reaching out and gripping Ron's hand. "But I don't want to crash your newlywed parade, I think I'll just stay here for a while, with George and Angelina, until I get myself sorted."

"Well, if you're sure Harry. You know you're welcome at ours any time you like" Hermione said, and Ron nodded along with her.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of our little Harrikins" George said with a grin, clapping Harry on the back and Harry was surprised that he felt just a little bit better already.