Sex Got Lost chapter 3
When Sex Got Lost
III: Lost comfort
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At 19.20
i-am-edible-and-a-blonde
logs in.
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Liquid Sex says / to Pout - whose status is Away and who may not reply
I am so sorry!
Liquid Sex says:
I didn’t forget - there was just something really important I couldn’t get out of.
Liquid Sex says:
I know, it’s a stupid excuse. I’d hate myself as well.
Liquid Sex says:
But I am really sorry!
Liquid Sex says:
Did Draco make things better?
Pout says:
You know about Draco?
Liquid Sex says:
Yes, why wouldn’t I - I send him.
Pout says:
You did?
Liquid Sex says:
Yes I did.
Pout says:
That’s - friendly.
[msn silence]
Pout says:
But I just said that because Draco was so nice. I bet you he would never neglect his date. He wouldn’t do that. He’s a gentleman. Unlike you.
Liquid Sex says:
Yes, you’re right.
Liquid Sex says:
But please, could you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance? I’ll make it up to you.
Pout says:
I’m not sure. I don’t know if I want to go on a date with someone who’s so uncaring.
Liquid Sex says:
I am NOT uncaring! *huff*
Pout says:
Perhaps not, but from what I’ve experienced to judge from, you ARE.
Liquid Sex says
Then let me prove to you I’m NOT!
Pout says:
I don’t know.
Liquid Sex says
What’s not to know?
Pout says:
I’m not so sure about this anymore.
Liquid Sex says
Why?
Pout says:
I always believed I couldn’t recapture the passionate love from my youth.
Liquid Sex says
But?
Pout says:
Recently something - well someone - proved me wrong.
Liquid Sex says
Huh?
Pout says:
Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.
Liquid Sex says
Why are you trying to reduce me to something way below my level? Is it just so that you can deal with me? Does it make things easier?
Pout says:
Oh shut up - really. Do not even try to play psychological analysis with me. I hate it beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
Liquid Sex says
You had counselling?
Pout says:
So what if I did?
Liquid Sex says
No, I’m not insulting you, I’m just curious. Please, tell me about it. What happened?
Pout says:
It was just - after school, I fell into this gap. My best friends got married -
Liquid Sex says
They got married?
Pout says:
Yes - and I lost everything that had meant something to me. You know, that crush I told you about? Well, I only saw him at school...
Liquid Sex says
...and without school you had no chance of seeing him ever again?
Pout says:
Yes, exactly like that. So that broke me up - kind of.
Liquid Sex says
Well, that’s quite something. ({) Hug.
Pout says:
Thanks. But tell me more about you, if you ever want me to forgive you.
Liquid Sex says
Sigh. Well, as I said, it’s complicated.
Pout says:
Complicated - schmomplicated. Begin with your parents. How are they like?
Liquid Sex says
Well - my father is a very kind man, actually. He always acts as if he is not, but on the inside, he does care. He’s always there to talk to and he just listens, which is what people mostly need. Not someone who gives stupid advice, but just someone who listens and understands.
Pout says:
Wow. He sounds - perfect.
Liquid Sex says
He isn’t, the furthest from it. He’s made some terrible choices in his past - one of which was marrying my mother.
Pout says:
Why was that so terrible?
Liquid Sex says
They’re not happy together, mainly. She’s too shallow for a troubled man like him, I guess. That’s they’re practically separated. My father lives with my godfather nowadays. At least they’re happy.
Pout says:
And your mother? Didn’t that hurt her?
Liquid Sex says
Nah, not really. She knew when she met him how he was.
Pout says:
Do you love her?
Liquid Sex says
I do, really. She’s strong. And we’ve got almost all the money in the world, so she’ll be fine.
Pout says:
Wow, are you so rich?
Liquid Sex says
I am - actually, my father is, but that’s almost the same.
Pout says:
That must be how you know Draco - his family being filthy rich and all.
Liquid Sex says
Yeah, that’s how.
msn silence
Liquid Sex says
You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?
Pout says:
With who?
Liquid Sex says
The crush you had, at school.
Pout says:
I don’t know. I really don’t know.
Liquid Sex says
Maybe we should postpone meeting each other.
Pout says:
Maybe we should.
Liquid Sex says
To keep things simple.
Pout says:
Yeah. You’re right, I suppose.
Liquid Sex says
Sorry.
Pout says:
I’m sorry too.
Liquid Sex says
Don’t be.
Pout says:
I’ve got to run - go do some shopping before the supermarket closes. (K)
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Wow. Draco couldn’t believe all this. How Ron and Hermione had got married. How Harry obviously still had a very weak spot for him. And how the Gryffindor Golden Boy had been so confused after Hogwarts he had needed counselling. Wow. Draco was still staring in front of him - dazed. He needed to see Harry.
It didn’t take him long to look up Harry’s address on the internet, let alone the nearest supermarket. He did actually need some fresh olives and red wine. He would never finish his current writing without some alcohol to boost his creativity.
The Sainsbury’s around the corner from Harry’s appartment appealed to Draco. He had always had a secret appreciation for supermarkets, as long as they seemed luxerious enough to him. Although his father insisted on not doing the shopping themselves, Draco had sneaked out of the manor in his younger days - just to browse the long aisles at a random supermarket.
Now he tried to act to naturally as possible - he was just a hard working writer who needed to do some last minute shopping. But while he ‘shopped’, his eyes roamed the aisles and doors, hungrily seeking out a dark haired man. It was only when he was doing some real shopping - deciding whether he’d prefer the green olives with anjovis or the ones with garlic - he spotted the object of his journey.
“Harry!” he said with a raised voice - sure to get his attention, but sound very surprised at the same time, “what are you doing here?”
Harry, who had been holding a large bag of caramel-filled chocolate, dropped them in shock. “Draco! Why - how?” He didn’t even know what to say.
Draco quickly grabbed a jar with olives and walked to Harry’s cart.
“How nice to run into you - again,” Draco showed Harry a dazzling smile.
“Why - yes, indeed,” Harry smiled back. He had suddenly forgotten all of his comfort-food-shopping. Although he did suddenly regret putting on his comfy jogging pants and ragged t-shirt. He looked like a bum compared to Draco’s flawless brown striped suit with his matching tie hanging loosely around his pale neck. Hell, Harry couldn’t deny that Draco looked sexy. And he himself didn’t look remotely attractive.
“It seems you were planning on spoiling yourself?” Draco asked, pointing at Harry’s cart. It’s main ingredients were alcoholic drinks and chocolate.
“Eurhm - yes,” Harry blushed. Why didn’t he run into Draco on one of those nights he’d cook himself an exotic dinner?
“I myself need some support as well,” Draco winked as he grabbed three bottles of South-African red wine from the shelve.
“Roosje de Kaap?” Harry pronounced with difficulty as he read the label.
Draco smirked. “It’s African, which is derived from the Dutch language.”
“Ah.”
“It’s a very sophisicated taste and not too expensive.”
“Since when did money make a difference to you?” Harry grinned.
“It doesn’t, but I do desire an indepent existence. Whining for my daddy’s money isn’t my idea of individualism.”
Harry nodded. He had never expected Draco to say things that made so much - sense.
As they slowly progressed their way through the aisles towards the register Harry looked at Draco and wondered -
“Harry! Harry! It’s you!” a male voice shrieked from the meat corner. The man ran towards the couple.
“Oh, hi, James,” Harry muttered under his breath, obviously blushing - although he tried to hide it from Draco.
“Hi! I’m James, a friend of Harry’s,” the man said, shaking Draco’s hand.
“Draco Malfoy,” he responded, nodding his head slightly.
“He’s - he’s - an old friend,” Harry quickly explained when he saw James’ wondering look. He also noticed how James’ eyes lingered on Draco longer than usual.
“So, when are you up for clubbing again?” James poked Harry’s ribs with two fingers. “I miss you, Harry,” he pouted.
“James,” Harry hissed,” I told you - it’s over. Now, please, leave. I’ll call you.”
James looked very sad when he strutted away slowly.
“So,” Draco sighed.
“So.” Harry blushed.
“I presume in the battle of love you fight for - the other side?” Draco smirked. Although he of course had known about Harry’s sexual preference, Harry didn’t know Draco knew.
Harry shook his head, still blushing.
“I’ve got to go.” He grabbed his cart and almost ran away from Draco.
“Please, please, let me get what I want, this time,” Harry whispered to himself as he exited the supermarket, silently brushing tears from his eyes.
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A/N: I don’t know why or how, but I always end up with complicated plots. Draco knows and Harry’s oblivious. But how could Draco possibly confess to Harry without making him terribly angry? What do you think?