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The Thousand Things I Have Done (Wrong) (1/7)


Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: JK owns, I think perverted thoughts and then transfer them onto my computer. And make no money. Or I'd live in the Bahamas.
Title: The Thousand Things I Have Done (Wrong)
Author: Sisika
Beta: None (But looking for one. Anyone kind enough to offer?)
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria
Warning: Slash, EWE, Angst, Infidelity
Rating: PG-13 (But eventually NC-17)  

Summary: “He hadn’t survived the war for this. This empty, hollow happily ever after. “

A/N: This is not my usual fluffy fare. This time, I really am trying to be more versatile. There is no beating about the bush, or cuddling or even bunnies... Sorry to all the fluff fans out there, another author is (temporarily) joining the dark side. :D


Chapter 1: When One is Reeling From Rejection, The Nearest Pub, Is NOT a Good Idea



 

Harry’s hands tightened around the ring. He could see Ginny’s face light up and her eyes sparkle.

 

“I want to wait till the night you know? We were taught that in our family.”

 

Harry knew what had been taught to Ginny. But that hadn’t deterred any of her brothers from disregarding the laws that had been set down from their birth had it?

 

At least not if you heard the sounds that emanated from Ron’s bedroom every other night.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I totally understand.” And understand it, he did.

 

But what Harry could not understand was the relief that flooded his very being at her words.

 

 

He was eighteen. He had hormones didn’t he? He should have been mad, he should have been crushed. He should have at least broken something, rather than being a supportive boy friend.

 

Instead of running, not even home, but to the Leaky Cauldron.

 

Instead of booking a room, and sitting down and pondering his train wreck of a life.

 

***

 

The room was stifling all of a sudden. The fire roaring and hissing, the curtains drawn over the windows with the best view (Tom had assured him), the musty grey carpet thick, and the bed’s pale pink duvet heavy.

 

He hadn’t survived the war for this.

 

This empty, hollow happily ever after.

 

The one where his best friends got true love and he got a feeling of incompleteness so strong that sometimes his nightmares no longer featured broken barren landscapes of hot molten iron but Ginny, in all her glory.

 

Ginny.

 

***

 

The Leaky Cauldron’s bar was as good as ever when it came to disguising a man. With it’s clever lighting and conspicuous patrons and newly converted customers, Harry felt right at home.

 

“If it isn’t the Boy Who Wouldn’t Die” Harry groaned. He would know that voice anywhere. Even in the pits of hell, where he was sure him and Malfoy would meet again.

 

“Look Malfoy, I don’t know-“

 

Malfoy interrupted “How I recognised you? You’re not going to win that contest on Stealth and Disguise.”

 

Malfoy’s insult had no malice in it and Harry realised that he was joking.

 

Malfoy was joking. With him.

 

Harry blinked.

 

***

 

And the pieces fit like a jigsaw and Malfoy could tell a joke and Harry could laugh again, and Malfoy could pay for him, and make him blush again, and Malfoy’s knees could touch his, and Harry knew a familiar sensation again.

 

The sensation of being a constant live show for someone’s amusement, the sensation that if he smiled anymore he’d burst his cheeks, and he knew another sensation that he’d felt ages ago, lifetimes ago.

 

That odd sensation of having a crush.

 

 

He looked up from his glass of Firewhisky to find Malfoy staring at him with an intent look upon his face. Malfoy had drunk two shots for every one of his, and Harry couldn’t help but admit that Malfoy looked vaguely like a Roman God, flushed and rugged and not quite manly, no, but not effeminate either.

 

“You know you’re beautiful for a man Potter?”

 

Harry’s eyes didn’t widen, but yes, he felt his heart rate pick up just a little bit, and his pulse quicken, and his brain become just that little bit more fuzzy. “You’re drunk Malfoy.”

 

“Well, yes.” Malfoy didn’t protest, a sure sign he was absolutely, and totally sloshed. “But, doesn’t mean I don’t think it all the time. I just need the alcohol to openly say it. To you.” Then as an afterthought he added “I’m engaged to someone you know, I just can’t remember their name.”

 

Harry rolled his eyes, so Malfoy’s spirit hadn’t really changed. “Me too, Malfoy, however I can remember her name. Her name is-“

 

Harry was stuck. He didn’t remember his fiancée’s name.

 

Malfoy spluttered while Harry thought out loud “Tinny? Binny? Skinny?” Harry shook his head, it would come to him, he was sure…. “Bonnie?” 

 

Malfoy’s laughter doubled at his efforts, and he patted him on the back like he’d just completed a terrifying conquest.

“Don’t bother Potter. If I can’t do it, you certainly can’t.” Malfoy’s gaze swept over the dingy, crowded little pub. “Wanna get out for a bit?”

Harry, still in some amount of vague shock at the fact he couldn’t remember his soul mate’s name, followed Malfoy like the rats and children of Hamlin had followed the Pied Piper once upon a time.

He wasn’t really surprised when he was granted with a vision of the room with the best view, and Malfoy draped across the bed like giving it a languid embrace.

“Nice room Potter. Why are you here anyway?”

Harry didn’t really think consciously before blurting out “She wouldn’t have sex with me.”

Malfoy blinked. His facial expression remained the same though, blank, and almost... Calculating. “Who the Weasley girl?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, that’s hardly surprising Potter. Purebloods don’t engage in carnal activities before marriage. It is a well known fact.”

“Oh.” Harry didn’t want to voice the question on his lips, but it seemed to him, no one really cared about his wants anymore. Least of all, his own self. “Well does that mean-“

“Yes it does Potter.”

Harry looked down on his shoes, trying to figure out what to say. He’d always thought Malfoy at least would be getting some. What with his... Charms, he must have been flooded with offers.

“I’m very-“

“Very what? Sorry for my loss? Shut up Potter. It’s not like you have too much experience yourself.”

“Well no, but, in case you didn’t notice I’ve been very busy. What with saving the rest of the Wizarding World and all.”

Malfoy smirked. “Only the British Isles Potter. Only the British Isles.”

Harry rolled his eyes and for once in his life felt he didn’t mind.


TBC 

A/N: If you liked it, please do review! :D 
 

 

Tags: angst, drarry, ewe, fanfic, h/d, hp/dm, nc-17, pg-13, slash, the thousand things i have done (wrong)
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