Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy-Nine - Everyone's Fine

Harry slams open the portrait to the common room, he's getting his invisibility cloak and going for a long walk. He can't deal with any more bullshit today. Fucking DuBois, how can she just say things like that in group? His extreme or severe or whatever separation anxiety? No one needs to know his personal shit. She did that to Malfoy too, even though she knows what they're dealing with. The Prophet will run anything scandalous, and now Malfoy's getting hexed and people are looking at him with pity. Like he's that weak willed, like he can't throw off that stupid curse, like he'd marry someone... like Ron would let him marry someone under those conditions. They printed their marriage certificate, the certificate that names Ron and Blaise as witnesses. Fucking Prophet, fucking Ginny, and she seemed so normal this morning. Fucking people, they always like to think the worst of him, that he'd let himself get manipulated. It was all fine right after the war, sure, with his parades and the Chosen One bullshit and War Hero and whatever, but now that he's getting his life back in order. Now that he's happy... And it's not just him anymore. Now Malfoy has to deal with his bullshit. Now Kyle has to deal with this shit too; and how is he supposed to protect them? 'We don't need your goddamn protection, keep your useless savior complex to yourself.' He hears that in Malfoy's voice. Why does Malfoy get to invade his mind only to insult him, god, he hopes that Malfoy deals with his own internal monologues in his voice, it's only fair. He probably doesn't, the git.

"Mate?" Ron puts down his quill, "Aren't you supposed to be in group?"

He just stares at Ron. What can he say? That she overstepped and he stormed out of there like a petulant child? Again, why the fuck is that in Malfoy's voice? He needs sleep and he needs to eat. That must be it, he won't get either. He knows that, but he can get his cloak, and he can go on a long walk, and... fuck, why is Ron following him?

"Harry, stop." Ron calls after him.

He can just lock himself in his room, wait Ron out. He'll go away eventually. Dean and Seamus were watching him from their table. They all put their quills down, will Ron get Seamus to let him in? He can't lock Seamus out of his own room. Maybe he'll take a shower, if Seamus lets Ron in, they'll hear the shower running, then he can slip out afterwards. Go for that long walk. Maybe grab his bag? He has so much homework to do it's nauseating. They really are coming down hard, getting them ready for their exams. At least they won't be learning anything new, at least it's all review.

"Let me in Harry." Ron knocks on the door, "Bloody hell, quit being a prat and let me in."

It's not Ron's fault, should he let him in? Tell him he's taking a shower? He is his best friend... maybe... should he... he does have some whiskey in his trunk. Maybe Ron would want to... he wouldn't, it's Monday. Malfoy would get pissed. He doesn't really want to, not really, he just wants to put an end to all this feeling. Fuck it all. He opens the door, "Sorry."

"Harry, what's going on." Ron closes the door behind him.

"I hate group." Harry opens his trunk. He wants the cloak, but he's staring at the whiskey, or maybe the muggle weed? He still has a couple joints left. Which would piss off Malfoy the least?

"Want to talk about it?" Ron sits on his bed watching him stare in the trunk.

"Hell no." Harry grabs the cloak, slamming the trunk closed before sitting on it. "I'm going for a walk."

"I'll go with you. We can hit the kitchens, get something. Mate, you haven't..."

"Ron, I don't want to talk about that. I'm not hungry... today was shit."

"Alright, mate, but you can't live off coffee alone."

"I shouldn't have let you in." Harry frowns, "Honestly, if I wanted someone riding my ass, I'd hunt down Hermione.