angst, mwahaha, ginny and ron bashing, oops
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"Ginny, stop!" Harry shouted in anger. His voice echoed throughout the entire Great Hall and everyone quieted down in surprise as they all turned to face him but the black-haired male didn't notice any of the looks given.
"When have I ever agreed to marry you?!" he bellowed, face reddened with rage. "When have I ever agreed to have your children?! I'm 18, bloody hell! You want me to marry you as soon as we graduated like what the fuck?! I have tons of things to think about and marriage along with having children is nowhere near the top! And since when was I your boyfriend?! Have I asked you out? No! Have I kissed you? Never!"
He burst out laughing like a lunatic. Ginny's face turned bright red like her hair with either anger or humiliation, Harry doesn't give a shit. "And you know what's funny? Here you are talking about marriage and having children with me when it was just last night that I saw you snogging Michael fucking Corner. That shows how much of you love me." He gagged as he said the word 'love' as if it disgusted him to the core.
"You're being too much, mate–" Ron scowled and Harry bared his teeth at him with fury. "Too much? Too much? Funny thing because you were being too much of a jealous shit ever since we've been friends and yet the pot is calling the fucking kettle black. I fucking noticed it all as I settled everything unsettled after the War was over. You're jealous of my wealth that my dead parents worked for to raise me but you know I don't care about money and heritage. Though, you're too ignorant to see it. You're jealous of my fame because I managed to survive two Killing Curse in a lifetime but you know I don't like being put into the spotlight and again, the ignorance. You're so ungrateful with what you have, honestly. You have siblings. You have parents. You have people who raised you with love for your entire fucking life. Not everyone got that privilege."
"And now you tell me that I'm being too much because I put a stop to your sister's unwanted fantasy of marrying the Harry Potter and have his children. If you truly value chivalry, you'd know who's right and who's wrong."
Harry stood up and turned to walk away. "Oh, and one more thing," he sneered a Malfoy-worthy sneer. "I already told Gringotts to give me back my money that Dumbledore illegally transacted to you and your family without my consent. Just so you know, I filed an arrest on you because you were included in Dumbledore's crazy scheme to make me a weapon of war. You know it was illegal and yet you accept the money because you're desperate for it. Lying piece of scum," he muttered. "My parents work hard for that and you're living off of it as if nothing is wrong."
"See you in court." Harry waved sarcastically as he walked away.
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"A very Slytherin-worthy move, Potter," spoke a familiar voice behind him. The said male sighed tiredly as he leaned back against the wall, not even bothering to look at the speaker. "I'm not in the mood to talk, Malfoy. Please just leave me alone and bother me some other time. I really can't humour you."
Malfoy sat down next to him with an open expression. "You already are talking and you already humoured me enough today," he smiled coyly.
Harry rubbed his face, looking the worse to wear but he didn't rise to Malfoy's baiting. Instead, he kept quiet.
They sat at the edge of the Astronomy Tower side by side silently as they reminisced the memories including the death of Albus Dumbledore.
The cold wind blew gently and Harry was aware of the warm body pressing against his side but he didn't say anything, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable silence they had. Suddenly, Malfoy opened his mouth and spoke.
