Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Nine - Hope and Disappointments

Harry came back from his run this morning to find Seamus in the shower, again. He avoided talking to Malfoy this morning, focusing instead on running. Beating his time. It helps that their group has almost tripled in size since they first started. He walked to the pitch with Ernie and Neville. They've got most of the 8th year boys running now. It's easy to avoid Malfoy in this large of a group. Thankfully Seamus isn't one for running or he'd be another person to avoid.

He grabs his clothes. He wants to hurry to breakfast, he's so hungry. He didn't eat last night, unless you count the nibbling he did on his sandwich. Should he knock, see how much longer Seamus will be in there? He's always in the shower, whenever Harry comes back from doing something. He'll give him five more minutes before he knocks.

Seamus leaves the bathroom, at least he's dressed this time, "Sorry Harry."

"Didn't you shower last night?"

"Didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I went running."

"I said I was sorry." Seamus grabs his bag before slamming the door behind him.

It's going to be a long day, Harry thinks, as he takes his shower.

Draco is bouncing his leg; he's sitting in the chair closest the fire. He's not going to let Potter get away with avoiding him anymore. He slept like shit last night, Pansy's such a blanket hog and she drapes herself all over you. She wouldn't even let him talk about what happened, all she wanted to do was sleep.

Draco jumps to the sound of a door slamming. That stupid war still has him skittish for unexpected sounds. Finnigan is storming down the stairs, looking around until he sees him. Luckily, he just nods his head before approaching Thomas. If Harry sent Finnigan down here in that mood, confronting him isn't going to go well. Too bad, the Golden Boy is just going to have to suck it up and grow a pair, because he's not going to be ignored. He's a Malfoy goddamn it. Malfoys are not ignored.

"Well, well, well." Blaise smiles, "Brooding, are we? We heard raised voices last night, some shouting... I thought I might have recognized that lovely voice of yours. Goyle wouldn't let me crack the door, I so wanted to hear your little tiff. How goes..." Blaise whispers looking around the common room, "Your little threesome?" He laughs, "Is it everything you'd hoped it would be? The passion, the intrigue, the... blowjobs?"

"Piss off, Blaise. It's not funny." Draco sneers, "What did Wadsmore see this time? What horrible mess will he announce at the breakfast table today? You need to stop bringing a 12-year-old to develop those photos. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco smirks, two can play at these games, "Especially that child. Not only was he an innocent, but there's something off about him that makes him incapable of shutting his yap."

"There's nothing wrong with my Puff."

Greg sits down next to Blaise, "Are we waiting for someone? I'm starving."

"You're always starving."

"I'm growing." Greg laughs, "I need my energy."

"You're almost as bad as Ronald."

"Morning Hermione." Greg nods.

"Oi." Ron smiles as he walks down with Harry, "No one's as bad as me... what did I do now?" He's going to give her the space she needs but she brought him up first. Goyle told him last night, while they were listening to his muggle music, that she needed her space; but that if he played this right, she'd forgive him. He'll chance listening to the Slytherin, out of all of them he's the best one.

"Food." Greg groans, "I'm starving, and these gits are making us sit here while the Great Hall has bacon just waiting for us... and potatoes, and maybe pancakes or scones or..."