꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

24 - Harry

Draco and I had been hanging out together for weeks. He was excited to go to the Yule Ball together, however I wasn't one for dances. We compromised: I pretend to have fun and he buys me firework supplies.

Sounded like a fair deal to me.

What? I'm broke!

I got ready by myself in my dorm, listening to the sounds of the other girls giggling as they put dresses on and did hair. I was sad for a minute that no one had invited me when I realized that I would have said no anyways.

I guess it's just nice to have the option sometimes, you know?

I curled my hair and let it fall into my face, something I almost never did. My hair tended to stay in a ponytail or bun 99% of the time.

A knock sounded at my door, even though it had been open. 

"Come in," I said, not looking away from the mirror where I was putting makeup on.

"You clean up nice," Harry said.

I turned to face him, "You don't look terrible, either."

He smiled, "Really, though, Hens, you look gorgeous." 

"Thank you," I said, "I'm surprised you're not mad at me."

"I've decided that life is too short to be mad at dumb things," He said.

"Took you long enough," I laughed.

Harry sat on my bed and we talked. About classes, about our dates (he had been rejected by cho chang. no shocker there. she was gorgeous) and was now going with one of the Patil twins.

"Fred's going with a hufflepuff girl," Harry said casually.

"And I'm going with a Slytherin boy. Your point?" I retorted.

"Hey, just saying," he said, putting his hands up in surrender, "You didn't hear it from me, but apparently he's going because he knows she annoys you."

"Harry, I love you. I really do. But I don't care what Fred is doing or who he's doing it with for that matter. I'm sure he feels just the same."

He sucked his teeth, "You are mistaken, my Henny-poo."

"If one more person calls me that, I swear to God-"

He laughed in response.

This was the Harry I loved. The kind hearted, easy to laugh with Harry. 

"Anyways, he constantly asks me about you."

"Can't imagine why."

"Probably because he still has feelings for you."

"He doesn't, Harry."

"How do you know? I mean, you worked well together-"

"Harry, please."

"-you both seemed so happy. I was mad at you at the time but you were so much more at ease with him-"

"He doesn't want me."

"You can't be certain of that. How would you know-"

"Because we were never together!" I snapped at him "It was fake! We never wanted each other, we never liked each other, the entire 'relationship' was a rouse!"

"What?" 

For once, my brother had nothing to say.

"It was all fake. I liked George. He liked Angelina. We tried to make them jealous. It didn't work."

"People who 'don't like each other' don't look at each other like that, Hensley. He loves you. And I think that you loved him. I think you still do, you're just too afraid to admit it. You want it to be Fred. Not Malfoy, not anyone else. You want Fred."

"How do you know what I want?" I yelled, tears brimming.

Then I grew quiet.

"I don't even know what I want."

A/N: GUYS IM ALIVE!!!!

im so sorry this took so long to get out. its been literally months and i am SO sorry. im working on getting a stable writing schedule and hoping to release a chapter every week-two weeks. thanks for sticking with me!!!