Interwining your soul

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Harry slouched on the sofa, beer in his hand, accompanied by blood shot eyes. Another breakup had left him shattered again. Harry had gone through more boys than you could count through the past year, and Ron was starting to worry about his bitterness towards every one he let in.

"Harry, mate, look" Ron said, walking over to Harry's position on the sofa and crouched down on his knees to get eye level with him.

"I know you miss Evan, and i'm sorry the things he told you when he left but.." Ron was cut short by a scowling Harry.

"Save it Ron, you say this every time, like you were about to say, I'm fine, I'll get over it and it wont even matter in a few weeks, blah blah blah" He muttered, throwing the empty can across the room and hitting a vase, which slowly fell and smashed on the ground.

"Fuck" Harry murmured quietly. Ron silently accepted defeat and stood up, moving towards the front door of Harry and Deans apartment.

"If you need me, you know where to find me." Ron closed the door behind him, and Harry was left alone, in his messy flat.

After the trio completed their final year at Hogwarts after the war, it only took Ron and Hermione three years to marry when they were 20, leaving Harry to find an apartment mate, who just so happened to be Dean Thomas, and get on with his life. He wasn't the first to notice he was into guys, it was Hermione, and when he came out to her, she admitted that she already knew.

Through out the past two years, Harry had honestly been through a number of guys, but it wasn't an outrageous number, he didn't think. He felt like he was more hung up on Evan than he had been on any other man he had been with. They all left in the end though, all with the same, bullshit excuses. 'Its not you its me' or 'You're not my type anymore' and often the one that made its comeback every few times 'You're a bitter bastard Harry, i'm sorry'. Now of course Harry had left many of them too, it wasn't always the opposite way around, he just had a knack for being a douche bag. 

Now Harry knew that after his encounter with Ron, Hermione would be around soon to check on him, that was just how it worked. He also knew that Dean may be home soon, if he decided to come back to the apartment every once and awhile, which was rare. The apartment was a mess, a bombshell had hit it, but he couldn't give a damn as he finally decided to stand up and make his way to his bedroom to take a nap or have a shower, whatever he decided when he got there. 

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The manor was cautiously quiet that afternoon, as Draco Malfoy made his way from his old room down into the foyer after collecting some left over books. He hated that house, he hated living where the Dark Lord had once been, and he also had  hated living with his father, whom he loathed for ruining his childhood. He had attempted to move out many of times, but his father refused and compelled him to stay. His father had begged Draco to carry on the Malfoy name, but he refused, and when the wizarding world found out he was gay, he was almost disowned by both his mother and father, whom only spoke to him at meals. After this incident a year back, Draco had moved out once and for all with Blaise, only visiting his family once a fortnight for meals and to keep the peace with his only family. 

Now Draco didn't see much of Blaise anymore, as him and Pansy Parkinson had a new found romance, he was mostly alone at their apartment which was located close to Diagon Alley. Draco hadn't been with anyone for quite some time now, as he was the most wanted man by Gay guys, even ladies still, which turned him off almost everyone. No one appealed to Draco anymore, except a few whom he refused to name. 

Draco glanced around the manor once more, noticing his Parents weren't home, he apparated back to his flat. Placing his things down on his bedside table, he began making his way out into the kitchen before a light knock on the door was heard.

"Blaise! I swear to god if you forgot your fucking keys again, I will force them down your throat!" He yelled, walking past the key hanger on the wall noticing Blaise's keys were gone.

"or not" he muttered, reaching for the handle.

Draco pulled the door open, only to become face to face with Hermione Granger.

"Pleasant as always Draco, nice to see you again" Hermione said disapprovingly, shaking her head.

"What can I help you with Hermione?" Draco asked, looking over her shoulder to notice that she didn't have Weasley trailing on behind her.

"I was wondering if you happened to pick up my keys that I must have dropped leaving the apartment this morning?" She asked, rummaging through her own bag again.

Draco stepped back from the door frame and reached up onto the key holder, pulling off a set of keys that weren't his own.

"Would this be what you were looking for?" He asked handing them over, watching her face go from anxious to relieved as she dropped her bag she was going through 

"Thank you so much, if there's anything I can do to return the favor, just let me know" She said thankfully, curtly nodding at Draco.

"Don't mention it Granger" He said, closing the door, there were many of things she could help him with, but he didn't bother acknowledging it. 

Draco and Blaise had moved in a few doors down from Hermione and Ron about a year ago, they had all became civil with each other apart from Ron and Draco, who still often had a bone to pick with each other, which wasn't unusual due to all their years at Hogwarts. Maybe one day it would change, but for now he didn't really care.

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