Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Nine - Wedding Bells - Part 2

Harry and Seamus find a bench in the perennial garden to nurse their whiskeys on.

"This is bad." Seamus swirls the amber liquid in his glass, trying to keep his emotions in check, he's furious right now.

"It's not good." Harry takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes. "We have to go back, you know that."

"I hate her... I hate her so much."

"There's something really wrong with her."

"I'm sorry Harry." Seamus fumes, "This is all my fault. I've ruined everything."

"How is any of this your fault?"

"The shower... that was my idea."

"Harry!! Seamus!!" They can hear Blaise calling them.

"Potter, you fucking child." Draco snaps.

"Fuck." Seamus frowns. "Fuck... why do I want to hide?" He starts trembling. "You can't tell him, Harry, please, you can't, not about the kiss. He'll hate me."

"Ah..."

"Don't..."

"But..."

"Harry, look at me." Seamus turns him so they're facing each other, "Did it mean anything to you?" He holds his breath. He doesn't know what answer he's hoping for.

"Ah..."

"I know you love him, Harry. You can see it every time you look at him. If you tell him, what will happen?"

"But..."

"We can tell the truth about the shower, nothing happened, it's the truth; but if you tell him about the kiss, I don't know."

"What about Theo?"

"I think I'm fucked regardless, but I won't say anything if you don't. I don't want to be the reason you and Malfoy..." Seamus grimaces, his hands forming fists, "It didn't mean anything, Harry, we were just lost in a moment. Ok? Listen to me... it didn't mean anything."

"I don't know..."

"Come on, Potter, Finnigan." Draco is getting closer.

"Seamus? Harry?" Blaise laughs.

"Harry, I can't lose anymore. I can't lose you; I can't lose Malfoy. After everything he did for me. I can't." Seamus growls. "I've lost Theo, I know he's dropping me after this. I can't lose anymore."

"I'm sorry, Seamus. This is all my fault." Harry reaches over to him only to get his hand slapped away.

"Don't, just don't." He jumps from the bench marching further down the path.

Harry watches him go. He bends over, putting his head to his knees, locking his hands against the back of his head. Trying to get his own anger in check. Hoping that Seamus left for the same reason, they both need to pull themselves together. They both need to return to the wedding, and they can't look like this, like they're ready to murder someone. Not Harry Potter and his beloved boyfriend. They can't look like enraged. Harry casts a silencing charm around him and screams, never lifting his head from his knees. He stands throwing his glass against a sculpture, watching it shatter.

"Always the picture of maturity." Draco sneers, "Where's Finnigan?"

Harry points down the path, "He took off that way."

"Do it Blaise." Draco snaps.

Blaise twirls his wand in his fingers before drawing a circle on the ground, he casts a spell. "Alright Harry." Blaise points to the circle, "Step inside, Dray has some questions for you."