𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Chapter 5

Chapter Five: Chaos, Greek Goddess of Emptiness and Confusion

Papa never got over Dad. No matter how many times Aunt Hermione tried setting him up with another man or woman, Papa never went on the dates. He never went out and he never brought anyone home. Aunt Hermione would tell him that all the pent-up frustration would kill him.

He wouldn't enter anything other than friendly relationships. Whenever Aunt Hermione brought a person around for lunch (without any prior knowledge of this), my papa would tell the person straight that he only wanted friendship, if that.

I was thirteen when I caught him. I was supposed to be at Aunt Hermione's, but Rose had gotten sick, so she had sent me home. He was lying on his side with his back to the door. I came in to bid him a goodnight, but he was shaking, sobbing, pleading for my dad to forgive him. When I crawled into the bed next to him, he tried to push me away. When my arm wrapped around his middle, I found out why.

The very essence that partly created me was over his hand and on the mattress.

His pleadings soon included my forgiveness.

I told him that there was nothing wrong with it. He needed my dad just as much as he did when he was alive.

Papa told me that he was disgusting for dirtying the memory of my dad the way that he did.

I didn't see it that way.

I found it beautiful that he still wanted to make love to my dad only.

It was getting colder and colder by the day. As they passed, Harry found himself craving to be close to Scorpius, often eating his meals in the boy's room with him. It seemed that Malfoy was doing the same every second day or so. Once or twice, both seventeen-year-olds ended up eating with Scorpius, which he found hilarious. He told them that he had heard of their rivalry, but it never seemed to pop up when he was near them. He supposed that was a good start for his parent's relationship. They could now be near each other without trying to kill each other, and that was always a bonus, no matter how you looked at it.

To Harry, his sexuality was pretty much confirmed. He was gay. Completely and utterly attracted to males. Well, Malfoy to be precise.

Yes, Harry Potter was physically attracted to Draco Malfoy, his sworn enemy. And it was proven each time they looked at each other. Spending those lunches together made it obvious.

He was stupidly having these thoughts throughout his classes. Specifically in Charms, since the training boosted his ability with his wand. He could concentrate easily now, working his wand as if it was an extension of his own self. The spells came out without much thought, leaving him completely bored in the class. Apparently it was happening to most members of the DA.

But yes, the thoughts. He was having them constantly. He was inexperienced in homosexual matters (and still very much in heterosexual ones at that), but his dreams filled him with images he shouldn't have. Malfoy could not possibly look that good flushed an on his back staring up at Harry. Good was an understatement. He looked beyond delicious in those dreams.

In desperate need of a distraction, Harry looked to Ron and Hermione. Their relationship had been growing steadily. What few fights they had seemed nothing more than the bickering of a married couple. They seemed happy. Surprisingly, though, nothing had happened between them. It appeared as if they were still just friends. That, of course, meant that they were 'just friends' with ample sexual tension between the two of them. Harry sighed and shook his head. The two of them really needed to move up a further level and make things official. Every time the twins wrote to Ron (which was once a week now, just to piss him off), they asked whether if the two were together or not.