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Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

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Originally published at <a href="http://www.memoirs.moricia.com/?p=152">Memoirs of a Nobody</a>. You can comment here or <a href="http://www.memoirs.moricia.com/?p=152#comments">there</a>.Behind the cut is a piece done up for the <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=15minuteficlets"><img height="17" border="0" src="http://www.livejournal.com/img/community.gif" alt="15minuteficlets" align="absmiddle" width="17"></a><a [lj2] href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/15minuteficlets/">15minuteficlets</a> comunity. Title: Apart Fandom: Harry Potter Pairings: Draco/Harry Rating: PGish Notes: Ended at exactly 15minutes, then a minute to spell check since I’m vain. Word Count: 639 <lj-cut text="Apart">‘How can you just walk out?!” The voice broke as a slamming door awnsered him. The pale blonde slowly sunk to his knees, staring at the door, blinking furiously, refusing to let the tears fall as the stared at the worn wood. Harry leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down it as he buried his hands into his hair, his face resting on his knees, droplets of tears staining the worn blue denim. It wasn’t their worst fight, nor their loudest, but something between them broke after three days of constant sniping at each other. Harry had, had enough. He couldn’t do it anymore. He had walked out of the flat two weeks ago and moved into his former rooms at Hermione’s parents house. He was happy again. He was free from the oppressive tension and pain. So yeah, he was happy, really. * The music was loud, the laughter a little over the top and the drink flowed like water but it was a wonderful party all in all. No one could blame them for going a little over the top. They were children of hell, they had survived and now two of them were getting married. Even their parents just smiled and shook their heads as they brewed hangover cures for the morning to come. Harry laughed as he swung Ginny around the dance floor, pausing long enough to steal a sip of Ron’s beer before returning to the firey red head who promptly jumped on him, kissing his nose. She let out a squeak and Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder. He smiled and set her down. “Go on,” He said, kissing her cheek, watching as she danced off to launch herself at her boyfriend who had just apparated in. He shook his head and grabbed himself one of the cute tiny bottles of wine that Hermione had set out, draining half of it in one go. He watched the others who were dancing for a moment before allowing himself to be pulled onto the floor by Neville, laughing as they started a waltz that crushed many a toe. He was happy, enjoying himself, his friends, life. And the sudden appearance of a silver blond head didn’t effect him in the slightest. A pair of silver grey eyes was in no way responsible for him stepping on Neville’s toes, knocking the shorter man over and creating a domino effect around the dance floor that left only Draco and himself unscathed. And when he locked eyes with the only other man standing, a lance of pain in no way went shooting through his heart, causing him to spin around and disappear into the food area, grabbing Fred’s pack of muggle fags and light up, burying his head in his hands as he sat at the table. Draco watched as his ex practically flew from the dance floor, raising an eyebrow before heading over to the soon to be happy couple, snagging the last bit of one of Seamus’ slightly illegal fags taking a deep draw from it, trying to ignore the fire that those jade eyes had filled him with. Hours later and the party was still going, though most of the attendees were enjoying watching their favorite couple dance an intricate step of avoiding each other. It was quite entertaining, and bets were made for how long the dance would continue. After all, they couldn’t avoid one another forever could they? Draco leaned over the balcony, another one of Seamus’ fags dangling from his lips as he watched the crowd below, smirking as Dumbledore did a fox trot with a blushing Madame Pomfrey before shaking his head. He let his attention drift to the man next to him and glanced at the raven haired beauty from the corner of his eye before sighing. </lj-cut>