s e r p e n t {a drarry fic}

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Song: Breathin' - Ariana Grande (slowed)

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It took Harry about a week until he finally gathered enough courage to approach Ginny and confront her. His friends had begun to hound him to just talk to her about it. They had started getting annoyed, since all Harry had really done was sulk around, skip meals, and say a total of about 30 words per day.

"Ginny." He said calmly as he approached her in the hall at the end of the school day.

"Harry." She smiled.

"So, how's Dean?" He asked casually, a faded sly smirk on his face.

Her eyes immediately widened and she went red. "Uh. What do, or em.. What are you talking about?" She stuttered.

"Don't be a fool, Ginny. I know you were cheating on me. I can't really blame you though." Harry shrugged.

"I'm sorry Harry. I really am. But yeah, when your boyfriend ignores you for 4 months, you get pretty desperate." She stated semi-bitterly.

"You knew that I was having a tough time though, Ginny. I don't recall you ever even asking how I was doing." The raven said sourly.

"Because you shut everyone out!" Ginny reasoned, rolling her eyes. "Even Ron and Hermione were getting fed up with it!"

"Whatever. Point was, you were cheating on me. The least you could have done was broken up with me before you go snogging someone else." He snapped.

"Watch your tone, Potter. Don't want to go snapping at a lady do you?" She smirked.

Harry gaped at her in annoyance. "Merlin, what happened to you Ginny?" He scoffed.

"You happened. The war happened. Loads of stuff happened, Harry. Don't be so oblivious. People change." She rolled her eyes. "I think that's something you need to realize, not only about me." She stated, before walking away, leaving Harry to stand there defeated.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

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That night, he once again tossed and turned for hours before finally falling into a tense sleep. He slept for a few hours, before waking up again. He glanced at the clock, hoping it wasn't too early. 3 am. Of course.

Out of pure curiosity, he glanced over towards Malfoy's bed to see if he happened to be awake. When he looked, he noticed that Malfoy wasn't even in his bed. At least, Harry didn't think so.

He fumbled his hands around on his nightstand, grabbing his glasses and shoving them on his face.

He glanced around the room, noticing a blob of white-blonde hair by the window. Malfoy sat there, hands around his knees, his silver eyes scanning the moon as if there were something written on it. Harry hesitantly got up, and walked over to the window where Malfoy was sat. He reluctantly sat across from him, their feet almost touching.

"Can't sleep?" Harry bravely spoke. Malfoy looked startled to see Harry sitting across from him. To Harry's surprise, he didn't say anything snarky, just shrugged.

"Uh, yeah. Same with you I'm guessing?" The blonde asked.

Harry nodded.

IThey sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Draco cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Uh, look Potter," he started hesitantly. "I'm sorry for being an arse all these years. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. I just didn't think I had a choice." Malfoy said uneasily.