King of Hearts ~ Drarry

𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕗𝕠𝕪'𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜.𝟠𝕜
𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕: 𝕛𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝟙𝟝𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘
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Lavender was in Harry's bed again.

This wasn't uncommon, especially not now that she was practically attached to his hip.

Despite Harry's extreme dislike for sympathy - on himself and otherwise - he had taken Lavender under his wing of emotional-comfort. Draco Malfoy was tricky to navigate around, Harry'd give her that. Especially now that they were back after the war.

Her breakup with the "Slytherin Prince" had been highly anticipated by everyone who had heard of it; in fact, no one had even considered the possibility that she would have prevailed, in whatever way that could be.

But that was just it, wasn't it? Draco Malfoy was simply impossible to win against.

Malfoy liked to play these games. Games where he would take in unsuspecting love interests and break their hearts to pieces. It was, truthfully, disgusting. At least that's what Harry thought of it.

Lavender had just been an easy target, is all. She's fallen for Malfoy quickly, jumped on him like a capsized sailor floating on driftwood would to a lifeboat. Her heart had broken effortlessly, and though they had dated for barely two weeks, she was, still, all these months later, devastated.

There was nothing else to it. Lavender was simply weak in the clutches of love; she was just someone who fell too quickly, and too violently. And now she had to pay the price for having been vulnerable enough to walk right into Malfoy's trap.

And what of Malfoy? What did he get in return for all of this heartbreaking? Why was he dating five and six people a term? Well, no one really knew. Harry guessed that it was the keeping up of his title, and the supposed bet money he was making on the side. Though Malfoy was very wealthy, so he didn't really need any extra money. It truly was a mystery.

Some points are just truly worth mentioning twice, be it their importance or distinctiveness that make them how they are. The one in this situation is as such: Lavender was in Harry's bed.

Again, this wasn't odd. It would have been, in fact, more shocking to find her not in Harry's bed than to find her in it. The issue with this particular day - a cold, bitter one in mid-January -  was that Lavender was in Harry's bed, and awake before he was.

The morning started with Harry's first conscious breath. He swallowed a mouthful of air and let it go with a sigh, opening his eyelids to a blurry ceiling. Harry stretched, reaching his arms out to the side, where Lavender was usually still in a deep sleep with streaks of tear-stained makeup wiping off on his sheets. Harry expected to see dark mascara prints on the pillow next to him, where they usually taunted him for his solicitous ways. However, there were none, and instead, Lavender was sat upright staring back at Harry's sleepy eyes.

"You're up early," he whispered, unsure if his dorm mates could hear his voice. Speaking of which, his voice was lower, as it usually was in the morning. This morning, though, it seemed to be bit lower than it routinely was.

Lavender shrugged. Her eyes still held a bit of sadness, but her soft smile was genuine enough to make Harry's few worries dissipate a bit. "Couldn't sleep."

Harry sat up as well, groping around for his wand, which was decidedly stuck between the bedpost and the mattress. He didn't find it just then, and instead settled for not knowing the time. "What's the matter?" he asked once he was at the right angle to rest the back of his hand against her forehead. "Are you sick?"