I swear I'll never be happy again
And don't you dare say we can just be friends
I'm not some boy that you can sway
We knew it'd happen eventually
If It Means A Lot To You—A Day To Remember

Chapter 7—I'm not some boy that you can sway

Five months.

It was April. Everything had bloomed, and Hogwarts was alive with spring fever. Students everywhere were relishing in the fact that there was only two months of school left before the holidays. Soon enough that students began to grow excited, but not close enough that the stress of exams began to loom over Hogwarts. Even the teachers could not help but grow happy, and began holding classes outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. The only person in all of Hogwarts that wasn't excited over summer approaching was Harry Potter. The past five months, to say the least hadn't been easy. Everywhere he looked Harry saw Blaise or Draco, Draco with a pained expression on his face, and Blaise leering lecherously at him. He'd started skipping classes and meals just to avoid the two. Ron and Hermione, while they still loved Harry had grown tired of his negative and depressed attitude, leaving him to his own devices. Harry knew that while he was fine with being left alone, that he was falling into a chasm that no one seemed able to help him out of.

HARRYS POV

I felt trapped in my own skin. It felt as if I was living day to day without any emotion or drive. I slipped through the cracks, fell with the strange sensation of watching myself fall, but I couldn't speak up and tell myself to stop. I couldn't tell myself to stop slipping; it was an out of body experience as I saw myself fail. I think the worst part about it was that other people knew, but did nothing. Did they care enough to save me from myself?

While I knew that I could do better than Blaise and Draco, it seemed useless to try when opportunity had never seemed to knock. It felt like I was having an out of boy experience, like I knew what to do but I couldn't tell myself what was right.

NORMAL POV

Harry was sitting on his bed in the Gryffindor boys' dormitories when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he called softly.

Seamus entered carrying a tray of food in his hand, and stood next to Harry's bed.

"Can I sit?" he asked hesitantly.

Harry moved his legs against his chest and sat down. Seamus stared at him for a second, studying his face. "Are you okay?"

Harry started to speak, the routine answer on his lips, before Seamus started speaking again.

"And I mean really okay, none of that bullshit 'I'm fine' that you've been giving to Ron and Hermione in order to get the off your back. As smart as Hermione is she can be pretty dense, and Ron, well" Seamus said laughing, "you know how he is. So what's been going on?"

Harry sighed and shook his head, "nothing's going on."

"You don't eat anymore Harry, and no offense but you look like shit all the time. Whenever I see you actually out of bed you look like the walking dead, and whenever you decide to show up to class you have you head down the entire time, what the fucks going on with you?"

Harry sighed and told him the whole thing, starting from the way Blaise acted in the beginning of the year, to Draco kissing him, to the letter he wrote after that, and finally the day he left Blaise. Seamus stayed quiet the entire time, just looking and listening and stopping once in a while to ask Harry a question. By the time Harry had finished, Harry had started crying, he wasn't sure how long he had been or when he had started. But when the story was done Harry's face and turned red, and tears were streaming uncontrollably down his face.

All Seamus did was wrap was scoot up next to Harry, wrap his arms around him and say, "I'm sorry. You deserve better than that." And in that moment, it was enough

The next morning Harry woke up with an arm around him, panicking he yelped and sat up quickly, not used to the feeling since Blaise.

"Shh," Seamus said, "relax its just me, don't yell you'll wake up everyone." Then Harry remembered. Seamus coming in last night wanting to know what was wrong, Harry telling him, and them falling asleep, Harry slouched into Seamus' arms crying. "We should probably get ready for class?" Seamus' asked Harry, his face still weary from a night's sleep.

"I think I'm just going to go back to bed," Harry said, he really didn't feel like walking around. He'd already lain down in bed, intent on going back to sleep. Seamus sighed and in one swift motion hauled harry up over his shoulder, Harry yelped and banged on Seamus' back demanding to be put down, but Seamus just chuckled, and carried Harry down seven flights of stairs into the great hall and sat down next to him. He then proceeded to pile a plate high with food from every plate on the table and placed it in front of Harry.

"Eat," he commanded.

Harry shook his head no; Seamus then picked up a fork and stabbed it through a sausage, which he then held in front of Harry. When Harry began to protest, his mouth widening in order to argue Seamus took that as opportunity to put the food in his mouth. Harry angrily looked at him, chewing down the food, and washing it down with a glass of pumpkin juice.

Harry glared, "Why do you even bother?"

Seamus grinned, "What can I say Harry, I like you." Picking up a napkin and wiping Harry's mouth a bit.

Harry's eyes softened, at the same time as his heart swelled. At the same time he felt his heart drop that familiar feeling was back again. And the sooner it came back, the sooner it would leave.

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