It was a week after The Kiss. Neither had called, texted, snaped, dm'd, kik'd, or anything else you can imagine. Draco was still in the hospital. Harry. Harry was just drinking himself into oblivion because he had gotten no word from Draco. On the day we are currently on, Harry was checking all the stories. He was just tapping through them all.
He had gotten to Draco's story. The first picture broke Harry's heart. It was Draco kissing someone with the caption 'Damn! Just got a hot nurse for my boyfriend!!! #truelyblessed'. Within seconds, Hermione was on the phone. "'Ey 'Mione. Could you please Floo over 'ere? I'd really appreciate it."
Without even ending the phone call, Hermione was in his flat. He confessed everything. By the end he was sobbing so hard he couldn't even speak. Hermione kept comforting him the whole time. Telling him that Draco was an asshole, and that Harry was well above him, and eventually Draco would come crawling back. When Harry was calmed down she said, "You know what? We're going to go out to nightclubs. Malfoy is a douche. You need to forget about him."
Sorry about the short chapter. I just wanted to get an update in.
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"Harry, I'm pregnant."
RandomGinny gets pregnant. What's Harry to do? Will he go to Ron? Hermione? Sirius? Remus? He has no clue what to do. Maybe he'll fall into the arms of a beautiful Slytherin prince.... *Sighs* Everything you recognize belongs to the queen, JKR. Oh my god...
