No More Games (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Seven

   The thing he was slowly starting to realise about Mac, the more distance he got from the break up, was that he really hadn't been very nice.

"He yelled at me once because I didn't open a window after having a shower, like," he struggled to articulate. "Like it was the end of the fucking world."

Ron and Hermione looked sympathetically at him over their glasses of wine. Dean rubbed his back, and Seamus took a gulp of his pint before pointing his finger across the pub table and huffing. "That man was a psychotic control freak, and you are well shot of him mate."

Harry shook his head. "You all tried to tell me," he said. "I'd moan about him, but then I'd defend him – what was wrong with me?"

Hermione shrugged. "You were in love," she offered. "Or, at least you thought you were. It makes us a bit unreasonable sometimes."

Unreasonable was the word. Harry had always had to do what Mac wanted, and it had seemed fine. He thought it had been caring, which was just sick and disturbing now he thought about it. Mac had decided what they ate, what they watched, fuck even in bed he'd been the one in charge, sometimes encouraging Harry to do things he wasn't wholly comfortable with.

Ron squeezed his hand and nodded at him. "We all have bad relationships mate," he said. "Remember that psycho Lavender I dated at school?" That got a laugh and a shudder from them both, and an ill-concealed scowl from Hermione, who had been unfairly subjected to online stalking from Lavender Brown once Hermione and Ron had got together.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Harry sighed, feeling a little better at being reminded that Ron had been through something like what he was experiencing, and had come out of it okay.

"Enough of that," Seamus said decisively. "Have you talked to that gorgeous Draco lad anymore?" Dean made a noise of protest, but Seamus placated him with a kiss. "Oh shut it, you know you're the most gorgeous of them all."

"I err," Harry said, suddenly feeling very stupid. "Haven't really talked to him."

Dean arched an eyebrow. "But it's been weeks?"

"Did he not text you?" Seamus demanded, ready to switch to indignant in a flash on Harry's behalf.

"Oh no," Harry said hastily. "He's text quite a bit." And he had. Though not once had he pushed Harry about meeting up again. He'd just sent him silly messages about what he was eating for dinner, or watching on TV, or when he'd had a tough day at work he'd ranted to Harry in a way that had made him feel irrationally special.

In fact, all Draco's messages had made him feel special, but he'd only mustered a reply to maybe half of them.

"Oh no," Harry said out loud. "I...I think I might have made a mistake."

The table rolled their eyes.

"You can fix it though," Hermione said hastily, tapping his phone that was out in front of him. "If you think he's still interested?"