HARRY's POV
The strange part about forming relationships is the heartbreak that comes with it. But this... I never thought I'd see the day. Katerina and Theo left Alura and me alone in her old dorm. Katerina isn't even hiding the fact that she's satisfied with the turn-out of all this. I've never thought of myself to be violent - okay, I can't even lie to myself - but I quite literally want to strangle her. And even if I did, Alura would tell me to stop because that's who she is. She tends to be the kindest to those who hurt her the most. Like when she found out I was hurting myself, she tried to help me, but I was being a dick and pushed her away. I know Alura doesn't want us to be friends, but I can't help but take advantage of the situation. It's my excuse to be close to her again, to let her cry on my shoulder, which she's doing now.
Alura looked up from my shoulder and asked, "Is it bad that I wish I never knew about it? About Katerina pretending to be friends with me? Or Theo lying to me for nearly two years?"
I think about her question for a moment. No, I don't think that's bad at all. I can't blame her for wanting to be in the dark. I would too. "Not at all." Now that I think about it, she didn't just lose Katerina, she's going to lose Theo too.
"I'm sorry," she said suddenly, placing her head on my shoulder.
What is she sorry for? Her two best friends just admitted their betrayal, why is she sorry? "You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn't your fault."
"Not about that, about you missing the train."
Is she seriously worried about that? Missing the train is the least of my worries. She's the only person I give a fuck about right now. "Alura, listen to me," I softly demanded, "I don't care that I missed the train. You are the only person I care about right now," I surprised myself by saying.
"No, I know how important spending Christmas with Sirius and Stefan was to you."
I sighed. This is Alura - someone who's more worried about Christmas when the people she cares - cared - about lied to her. "I'm fine, I promise."
Alura looked up from my shoulder, no doubt to see my facial expression to see if I'm lying, which I'm not. "Can we go back to my dorm? I can't stand to be here any longer."
"Sure."
If I'm being honest, I don't think I can stand this place much longer either. I grabbed her trunk and carried it to her new dorm. I can't imagine what would've happened if I hadn't convinced Hermione to tell me where her new dorm was. I set her trunk near her door, and then shut it.
"Do you want me to leave?" I forced myself to ask. I don't want to leave at all, but I feel I should at least ask. Alura looked like she was battling within herself, most likely to convince herself that she doesn't need me. When she doesn't answer, I turn and reach for the doorknob.
"I want you to stay," she said.
A smile forms on my face before I turn back around. Alura has her back turned to me, looking through something. She turns around with - actually, I don't know what it is.
"What's that?" I asked her.
"Well, I figure the least I can do is give you your gift early since I made you miss the train..."
Now I feel bad because I didn't bring my gift to her. Then and again, I didn't expect to stay here over the holidays. "I can go get yours now-"
Alura waved me off. "It's fine. Close your eyes."
"Very childish," I playfully scolded.
"Just do it!"
I listen to her regardless and close my eyes. She wrapped something around my neck and then instructed me to open my eyes. I do so, and pick up a... dog tag? (Iykyk. stream hsmtmts)
"Is this dog tag?" I questioned with an arched eyebrow, laughing.
"It's only a dog tag if you put it on a dog," she defended.
"So say we put it on Sirius...?" I suggested jokingly.
Alura laughed, the most genuine one I've heard from her since... well, we stopped being friends.
"I feel I should explain myself about the dog tag," she begins, "I got it years ago in second year. It was originally your birthday gift, but my adoptive dad took it, and did something with it, I didn't know. When I began packing my boxes to move out, I found it inside my desk with a small box and wrapping paper."
"He wasn't taking it, he was wrapping it," I suggested.
She nodded. "I finally engraved something in it this year."
I didn't see anything engraved on it when I first put it on. I hold it up and see 'Harold Hardin' written. My head falls back in laughter.
"The drunken name I made up, really?" I smiled.
"I know it's not much-"
"No, it's brilliant," I interrupted her. All I want is to kiss her, to take away her doubts, feeling her soft lips on mine. My own thoughts surprise me.
"What happens now?" I asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"With us... Where do we go from here? Are we friends, friends with benefits-"
"Woah." She stopped me. Alura furrowed her brows. "Do you know what that means?"
"What? Friends with benefits?"
"Yeah."
"It means we're friends who occasionally hate each other, right?"
Alura laughed. "Sure. We'll go with that."
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Fanfiction❝I love him so much that it fucking hurts. If this were an alternate universe, we'd be a normal couple. Our first date would be a cheesy movie date - with a terrible movie, but we'd laugh anyway because we were having fun.❞ In which Alura Malia Salv...
