Imaginary | By : Aleya Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/n: lol Lilith you are REALLY Cute… you did it again. First one to review my dear… do you like have an alert of something for when I update this fic? I dunno….^_^ Anywho on with the story! -_- (whats messed up is I had this chapter saved and finished and forgot to post it… well hope people are still around!)s
“Ginny, eat up, and don’t forget your appointment with the midwife this afternoon.” Molly sighed.
“Eat up Ginny.” Ginny mocked her mother as she tore the brush through her hair. “You have to see the midwife, Ginny.” More angry brushstrokes. “I don’t know why she act so concerned when we all know she’s so disappointed with her daughter for getting knocked up her first time having sex.” Ginny rolled her eyes, at least gracious enough she doesn’t have Hermione’s violent morning sickness. She rolled her eyes once more and stood in the dress she wore, easy removal for when that woman plans to examine her baby’s development. With another eye roll she opened her bedroom door.
“I just don’t know…” Harry was sitting in the living room alone. In his hands a letter. “ I mean if this person-”
“Harry, who are you talking to?” She asked and he jumped looking at her.
“No one. Just thinking aloud.” He looked at her and smiled pleasantly.
“Don’t look at me like that Harry!” She turned away.
“Look at you like what?”
“It was that look, that smile.. It made me love you the first time I saw it.” Instant pride swelled in the obsidian haired boy.
“and now…?”
“It makes me feel guilty. Even though you broke up with me.” She raised her gaze to him, that ever defiant and courageous young lady that he had grown to fall for. “Even though you broke up with me to save everyone, and I knew you’d come back to me. I couldn’t help it. Over the years when you were… away.” She trembled softly. “I got lonely.” He wasn’t sure he liked where this was going now. “I tried to be a woman you can come back to when it was all over. But I am only flesh, Harry.” She watched him shrug his right shoulder, as if brushing a hand off. “I had run into Jordan time and again. At Diagon Alley.”
“I see… So you, fucked him.” Harry raised his right shoulder more.
“Harry, don’t be so crude about it!”
“No, no. I understand. If you wanted to move on its fine. You had no ties to me. Its not like we promised to marry. It was only a few snogs here and nothing more.”
“I think what we had was more than a few snogs.” She looked at him. “We had love.”
“I don’t remember love. I remember an intense bit of infatuation.”
“Harry, please.” She looked at him.
“No, Ginny, you please. You and I had a short bit of time together. Before that you were my best friend’s sister. I fully believe if love had anything to do with it. I probably would’ve gotten better support from you when I was in St. Mungo’s. I would’ve had letter, calls, visits. They do allow visitors Ginny. If it were love, you would’ve been to see me than shag another man.” Harry was pissed off he knew that, his voice refused to convey as much right now. The territorial male in him was thoroughly furious at another man having left mark on what was his; but his mind that did function said she had the freedom and she still does. “How far along are you?”
“Eight weeks…” She touched his shoulder and he shrugged it off.
“Oh.” He glanced back at his letter. “You should go on then. You have an appointment.”
“Harry…”
“Don’t worry about it. It wouldn’t work now either it seems. So don’t wait for me.” He smiled at her and she looked away upset, but went along to the floo calling out her destination.
“That was a bit cold, Harry.” Liz shook his head. “She was trying to make amends.”
“I know.” Harry sighed. “She’s loved me for years, or so she says.”
“She might have genuinely loved you.” Liz touched his shoulder.
“Might’ve. Ron and Hemione, I can understand. She is to have a new baby and her bouts are really brutal.”
“They really are.” She smiled at the Weasley family members that walked by in their haste to complete some chore or other. “I am not jealous of her at all. Harry, Get out, get some air. I don’t think your girl is ready to write you another letter.”
“You were saying the other day… that it’s a possibility this girl is a man?” Harry’s voice came out softly.
“You actually listen?!?” She then shrugged. “Who knows. Homosexuality isn’t exclusive to the muggles, Harry.” Liz flopped back sitting in his lap. “Oh no you aren’t like total homophobe are you, Harry?”
“I-I don’t know.” Harry looked her in the face.
“You don’t know?”
“I’ve never known any homosexuals.” She giggled.
“Harry.” Liz smiled. “You very well may have and they never told you. Not everyone is a flaming homosexual like you see depicted in the movies or anything. Some keep it a little more low key.”
“I’ve always been attracted to females.” He said.
“This Cho Chang, then Ginny, right?” Liz smirked. “You’ve never had idle fantasies of snogging another boy?” She gasped and smirked. “That would make me quite randy…” She giggled again.
“Don’t ever say that again.” Harry pushed her off his lap and she tumbled to the floor a little.
“Say what? You snog another boy?”
“Anything about you being randy…” He shuddered and rose stepping over her to go upstairs.
“But you’re randy all the time! Especially when trying to mold your mystery letter writer into some fantasy porn star!”
“Shut up.”
“Oh Harry, don’t break my heart!!!”
“Liz. Shut. Up.”
“Harry, who are you talking to?” Hermione and Ron were standing on the landing at the top of the stairs looking at the boy. Ron kind of looked impassive while Hermione looked worried.
“Uhm. No one.”
“No one my ass!” Liz flicked his ear and he flinched appropriately.
“Okay…” Hermione gave him a disproving look but quieted all the same. “Anyway, Ron and I were thinking of going to Diagon Alley. Would you like to join us?”
“Go on Harry… I’ll talk with you later” Liz pat his bottom and vanished.
“Sure…” He smiled at them and rushed off.
“Ron…” Hemione looked at him. “Do you think maybe Harry has lost his mind?” She had this horrified look on her face.
“Hermione.” Ron smirked. “ While you were busy throwing stuff up yesterday after dinner, Mum and Dad noticed…he was marked.”
“Marked?”
“I’m sure even you muggles have imaginary friends…” Ron smirked.
“Harry is hardly a child pretending to have friends Ron.”
“Gasp!” Ron smirked at the girl. “For once I do know something Hermione doesn’t?”
“Don’t patronize me Ronald Weasley.”
“Hermione. Seriously. I thought you knew by now, everything is run by witches and wizards here.” He could laugh at the mildly perplexed look on her face. “Hermione, there are witches and wizards who do the imaginary friend thing to children.”
“So… Harry has an imaginary friend… at that age?”
“You have to look at his face when he’s talking to himself, his face goes blank.” Ron sighed. “Maybe… maybe some witch out there had more faith in his ability to spring back than we had. And they took it upon themselves to urge him along.”
“Or maybe this witch or wizard is trying to manipulate them for his wishes.”
“Doubt it. Witches or Wizards who are to be imaginary friends are usually of pure hearts. They are tested on a complex multidimensional level of tests. They usually only want what is best for their charge, and can control very little of the world around them, more like nudge in proper directions.” Ron slung an arm around Hermione. “But they only have as much power granted to them by their charge so they really are limited to what it is they can and can’t do.”
“That sounded like an answer from me. How do you know all of that?”
“I read it in a book yesterday. I felt like you did about Harry having an imaginary friend, So I had to research it rather than ask you.”
“Okay, ready.” Harry came down his hair still a disheveled mess and they made their way to the floo.
“Where are you off to?” George questioned.
*~*~
“Drakey, but I’m bored!” Lada whined like an animal outside of Draco’s door. “I know you have to work later but for now, I need a new wardrobe. I swear I’ll buy something-” She seemed to gag. “-pretty this time. You can even pick how my hair will be cut this time!”
“Oh would you please shut up! Not all gay men adore shopping and hair and stuff.” He opened his bedroom door shoving an envelope at her. She looked at the envelope and smiled.
“No, but you do and you’ve been totally excited by this secret admirer thing?” She held up the letter with the Boy Wonder’s name in it gold embellishment.
“Put it away and let’s go. I’ve been dying to make you a punk rocker red head for a long time.”
“Punk rocker red?” She scrunched up her face. “Why red?”
“Because I said so!” He ran his fingers through his hair effectively smoothing it back and headed to the door.
“Drakey!! Don’t! You know I don’t like drastic change!” She called. With a sigh she glanced down at the letter and shoved it in her bag with a soft smirk. “This will be good.”
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