It's All Over

"Harry, you really must stop this," Draco said. Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement. Harry merely looked at them in confusion.

"Stop what? What am I doing?" he asked the group surrounding him.

Draco sighed and pulled Harry into a loose hug. "You can't hide it, Harry. We all know."

"I'd still like to know what I'm supposedly doing," Harry reiterated. "I don't get this whole intervention."

"Harry," Hermione said quietly. "We worry for you, especially since you can't see what you're doing to yourself. We see it, and we don't like it."

Harry was somewhat surprised by the simmer of a tear in her eye.

"Guys, seriously, you're gonna have to give me more information," he said.

"Harry, you shouldn't deny it," Pansy pleaded. She, too, had the telltale signs of tear-filled eyes. "You need to be honest with yourself if you're gonna quit this."

"What exactly am I quitting?" Harry asked. He was now genuinely confused. "I'm not addicted to anything."

"Oh, Merlin," Blaise gasped. "He's in denial."

"Denial of what?" the confused Gryffindor asked. "What am I addicted to? I'd really like to know before I think about the whole quitting process."

Hermione suddenly gave a small sob and buried her face in Ron's shoulder. Ron merely gave Harry a disappointed look as he ran his fingers through his girlfriend's hair.

"Look at what you did to Herm," Draco chided. "C'mon, Harry, if for nothing else, then do it for her."

"I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be doing," Harry said. His patience was beginning to wear thin. What exactly was it that they wanted him to quit? Nothing came to the forefront of his mind. Unless…no, they wouldn't be holding an intervention for something so mundane.

"You're supposed to be listening to us," Ginny claimed. "You're supposed to listen and have an epiphany about your life and where it's going if you continue on how you are. After this epiphany, you're supposed to quit and all will be merry again. Either that or you will kill yourself for what you put us through; we really hope it's the former."

"Where the hell did you get that notion, Gin?" Harry asked. The longer everyone talked, the more he began to think that they had been hit with some sort of curse.

"The Muggle movies," Ginny replied with a shrug. "So what is it? Are you gonna quit or off yourself?"

"I have to know what I'm quitting before I make that decision," Harry declared.

"Harry, I really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but…" The end of the sentence kind of trailed off as Draco pulled something from the pocket of his robes. "I found this under your pillow."

Realization dawned on Harry as to what they wanted him to quit; so it really was something so mundane. His brow furrowed for a moment. Why would they hold an intervention for that?

"Draco, I think this is a misunderstanding," Harry said. "Either that or you guys are all just way too bored. I mean, after all, they're just blood pops."

"If they're 'just blood pops', then why do you have to hide them?" Hermione asked as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Well, I was hoarding them from Draco; he likes them and I know that if I left them out in the open, he would take all of them," Harry explained.

"So they're not laced with any random, hallucinogenic drug?" Blaise asked rather dubiously.

"No, they're just regular blood pops."

"Promise?" Draco asked.

"I'll take veritaserum if I have to," Harry said.

"Oh thank Merlin," Draco sighed as he pulled Harry into a tight embrace.

Somewhat satisfied that their friend wasn't on any drugs, the main portion of the group left the room, leaving Harry and Draco alone.

After many quiet moments, Harry spoke: "You know, they way you lot were carrying on, I thought you'd found my stash."

"Stash?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, the huge collection of yaoi in my wardrobe," Harry clarified. "If you're gonna be addicted to something, might as well be something good. Besides, when one is addicted to yaoi, they don't have the money for drugs."

"Harry, I think we're the exception to the rule, seeing as how we're bloody rich," Draco commented.

"Oh, right," Harry conceded.

End.