Update time! And I got a new laptop for my birthday! I am totally going to try and write more chapters and keep so you guys don't have to go through a hiatus again.
Edited by my lovely wifey, CrazySue05!
Disclaimer: Absolutely do not own Glee, Harry Potter or any of its characters.
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Harry was having a really bad day. First, he had forgotten to close a window, so the sun came right in his face, forcing him to wake up about two hours before his alarm rang. As he tried to go back to sleep, Pigwidgeon flew into the room an hour later and dive-bombed him with a letter and kept fluttering about, not even trying to notice that Harry was sleeping. He muttered angrily as he waved a hand at the bird, which flew out of his reach, but not out of the house. He got up from the bed, scratching his lower back as he went inside the bathroom. Seeing how Pig had that excited look, he pointed at him, "You are not allowed to enter here. This is a private place where boys can do their business in peace." He then slammed the door.
He splashed his face with cold water for about ten minutes, stopping only when he felt awake enough to put on the tea-pot. He let the pot boil as he put a tea-bag in his mug. He hated it as he preferred to steep the tea leaves, but he was too sleepy not to burn himself. He got a mild flavor and threw the tea-bag away as he walked to the dining table. As he did, he put his glasses on and turned the letter over to see if it was from Ginny or from Ron, the only two who still used Pig. However, he found the tiny, yet neat handwriting of a person he hadn't spoken to in a while and didn't want to. He immediately hid the letter under various bills that he had paid off but still kept in store. He decided to put his How I Met your Mother episodes on shuffle while he wrote. He kept a goal of at a least thousand words before he got up from the couch.
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About two hours later, he ran into the bathroom, seeing how he had been controlling himself for the last thirty minutes so he could finish the tenth chapter. He came out about ten minutes later, and thought of using the Cleaning spell on himself. He started to mutter, "Scourgi…" and then stopped when he realized that it only made the skin drier. He put the episodes on full volume and listened along as he put on the shower. 'Nothing Suits me Like a Suit' came on as he started singing along with Neil Patrick Harris. As the song ended and Ted's voice-over started regarding crepes, Harry knew it was the episode where they find out about Robin Sparkles for the first time. He then shook his head as he realized he had seen the episodes too many times if he recognized the episodes by the first line in it.
After his bath, Harry realized that maybe he should practice some of his spells so he didn't get rusty using them. The last time he actively used it, without thinking, was when Ron had popped in. He put off his document, saving it for later, and summoned a parchment containing "The most random spells one might have to use" and started casting them one at a time. He failed at most of them, because he forgot the wand movement or the pronunciation of one of the syllables. He gave it up as a lost cause, and decided to go out and walk for a bit. He took out his backpack and put his laptop in it. As he left, he put the letter in as an afterthought. He locked the door and started walking around. It didn't count as exercise seeing how he carried a heavy laptop on his back but it was slightly windy and he was having fun with the air against his face. He crossed Coffee-holics, wanting to drop in, but didn't want to without Kurt. It had become their special place now, and going there alone would only make him feel awkward. He walked till he reached the Lima Bean. He remembered Kurt saying this was his usual coffee shop during school time as it was just five minutes away from his school grounds.
He walked in, and searched for a table to sit at. As he found a corner table, which was slightly private but also cozy, a gaggle of boys walked in. They were all wearing blazers and were all surprisingly fit. Harry found out, to his surprise, that he wasn't even a bit 'hot in the collar', so to speak. Usually, he could manage a smirk or a flirty smile, but this time, he just realized that he missed Kurt so they could comment about how baggy and unflattering the trousers were. He left his bag, and went to the counter, ordering a bear claw and hot chocolate. There wasn't much rush as the nice barista decided to put his order before the order of the gang of boys. He realized why she was being nice when he saw a girl's name and phone number, most likely hers, on the side of his coffee cup. He took three sugar packets and told her, "I'm sorry, but I'm gay." She didn't seem to care as she swooned at his British accent. If he had looked behind he would have seen two other guys from the group swoon as well.
He opened up his laptop again and went through what he had written till date. He realized that if he didn't keep a timeline, his characters would live on and on forever till they started blurting stuff like, "Nitiwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" and then some person would definitely realize that this was a wizard because Albus' quote would go down in history for him being an insane genius. He sipped at his hot chocolate as he looked at his character profiles and confirmed to himself that he wasn't going totally out of character, though the fight between the two girls was oddly reminiscent of Hermione's and Lavender's fight during their sixth year. Ron still didn't know about that fight, and if Harry had his way, Ron never would, as it would give him such a big head to know that two girls were fighting over him. The thought of Hermione had him reaching for the letter again. He didn't have any inkling of why Hermione would send him a letter just more than a month after their fight happened. He knew Hermione wasn't the petty type to send hate in a letter, but then again, he didn't know she was a homophobe till she called him the f-word. He could never say that word, because he didn't want it to define him. He chewed on his bear-claw, trying not to moan at the blissful taste, as he flipped the envelope back and forth.
Harry came to a decision as he wiped his hands on the napkin and decided to finish the now cold chocolate. He took the straw to suck out the dregs at the bottom of the glass. He knew it irritated many people, but he paid for the whole drink, so why not drink it? Just then, one of the boys from the group stood in front of him. Harry thought the sucking must have been really loud for the boy to hear it from across the room. He giggled at the double entendre, and then looked at the boy. He had brown hair, swept up into a coif, not unlike Kurt's. Kurt's hair looked good, while it definitely didn't suit this guy. Maybe a crew cut, he thought to himself as he tuned back in to what the boy was saying. "Your accent is sexy, and my whole body is sexy. So what do you say? Dinner? Tomorrow night? Shall I pick you up?" Harry stood up, putting his laptop into his bag, and said, "I am flattered, but I have a boyfriend." He was shocked internally, shouting at himself, "Where in Merlin did you get a boyfriend from? And why are your thoughts turning to Kurt when you say boyfriend?" It was like a train wreck as he continued, "And I'm actually going to meet him. He'll be getting out of his school in some time."
The boy looked at him and said, "It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you." Harry tried to keep his composure, as he said, "You can try someone else, but I stick to my principles. Have fun!" Harry left the shop and threw his empty glass in the trash as he realized he could go and meet Kurt. Surprise him maybe, and then Kurt could help give him the courage to open the letter and see what Hermione sent.
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