Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Seven - Breaking Points

Harry hurries out of group. What a horrible hour of his life. The topics she wanted to cover had nothing relevant for his life, or from what he could see the lives of anyone else in there. Mike and Steve just glared at him. The Slytherins were quiet; Malfoy wouldn't look at him. Spending forty minutes in silence was better than the twenty minutes they just yelled at each other. Luckily, no one told her or the professors what was wrong. He doesn't think he can handle it if Snape and Washington thought he'd hurt Seamus.

He can't even be mad at Seamus. It wasn't his fault. Dean tried hard to defend him, but Steve and Mike are right. The reaction was there, even if it's not his fault, he's glad the Ravenclaws would defend his friend. Fucking Theo, that prick. He's not even in school and he's messing with him.

"Slow down, Potter." Malfoy calls from outside DuBois's door.

He doesn't want to slow down; he wants to get as far away from everyone as he can. What else is he supposed to deal with tonight? How much more shit can be heaped on his shoulders? Why does he wish Voldemort was still around right now? At least if he was, he wouldn't have to deal with all this... what is this? Is life really this messy or does he just attract chaos and...

"Potter!"

Harry stops, he doesn't need to be a prat. It's not like he wants to be, he just wants to be alone. When was the last time he just got to be alone.

"Sorry, Malfoy."

Draco and Greg catch up with him; Steve and Mike are close behind.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"I'm just trying to get away from that catastrophe. Away from judging eyes." He makes eye contact with Steve before switching to Mike.

"We saw what we saw." Steve snaps.

"You don't know what you saw." Draco sighs.

"Shut it, Malfoy, you weren't even there." Mike sneers.

"Oi." Greg barks, "Drop it. Seamus said nothing happened. We know nothing happened... we know. Ok?"

"Something happened."

"You're right." Greg frowns, "Something did happen, but it wasn't Harry. So back the fuck off him."

"Who was it then? Who could get that close to Harry's boyfriend to do that?" Steve asks. Mike starts looking uncomfortable. He was at the Weasley's house, he knows there's more going on than what the public knows. Probably a lot more than what even he knows.

"Come on, Steve." Mike pulls on his sleeve, "Let's go, we can think this through a bit more before jumping to conclusions."

"Fine." Steve pulls his arm from his grasp.

They watch the Ravenclaws head towards the dungeons before anyone starts speaking.

"Are you ok?" Greg looks to Harry.

"I'm fine, just great, never better. People think I had a domestic with Seamus, that he's scared of me because I beat the shit out of him apparently. Oh, let's see, my best friend is having a break down because I can't spend Christmas with him after his girlfriend dumped him and his sister is mental and his brother died. So, there's that too. Everything's so complicated. I have a mountain of homework which should be like, who the fuck cares, considering the real bullshit going on in my life but it does matter. What else, how about my real boyfriend just spent the evening holding my fake boyfriend. That's not worrisome at all. Let's see, what else can we pile on to this, how about my best friend's girlfriend, no ex-girlfriend, was what... closeted away with you..." he points at Greg, "I think that's how it was announced to the entire school. So, good luck with that Goyle. And now you two want to know if I'm ok? Well, yes, I'm bloody peachy, just fantastic because I just love talking about how I feel. I'm the best at that, everyone says it. Yeah, that Potter chap, he's aces at talking about his feelings. DuBois can't get me to shut up about how I feel." Harry rubs his face before facing the two Slytherins who are looking upset, "I'm going to go. Sorry. That was shitty, I know it was, and I am sorry. I just... the whole thing with Seamus... I think I might have found my breaking point. I'll find you later." Harry touches Draco's hand quickly before running off down the hall toward the dungeons.