That tosser, Harry Potter.

Typography & design student. Captain of the Lions rec football, 3 time league champs (fight me). When I'm not in the printshop or on the pitch, I'll be writing about myself like an arsehole.

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Congratulations, Potter.

Thanks 😏I got pretty lucky

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More story time !

{ some of this back story might be obtuse for people who are not thetruedraconis but hopefully it stands anyway} His flight had been delayed. It was ironic because it had taken him all the way up until this moment to fully commit to getting on it and now they were relinquishing upon him another hour to mull it over. He was determined to sit here and not think too hard about anything. He had his luggage, just enough to live with for a few months. He really didn't need much. He had told his godfather he was going away for a work abroad program and would be gone for the whole summer, omitting any details about his personal life. Sirius had wished him well but his uncle Remus hadn't bought a bit of it. He had given Harry a calculating stare right up until he closed the door behind him. He left his bike in their garage. He was going to miss her but there would be new interesting things to see and do. He'd talk to his friends online. They were still enveloped in their honeymoon bliss of being together so he didn't feel too guilty bailing on them. This was what he wanted. It was for the best and it was what he wanted. It was better for everyone this way! There wasn't any question about it any more, he just needed to bolster his conviction and stop letting his emotions push him around. He'd made up his mind and this was the most sensible decision. Incredibly sensible, probably the most sensible thing he'd ever done, without a doubt. Too bad he kept having to remind himself every two minutes. And there were a lot of two minutes in an hour. Lydia Patel was traveling first class as she usually did and was on her way to a distinguished ladies conference, the kind where they talked about what sort of hats should be allowed in the office and whether or not it was proper to bring small dogs into the workplace. It was really an excuse to get away from her husband and the blasé of everyday drudgery. All the other ladies knew that, and after their two hour business gossip they would go out for cocktails and enjoy the rest of their week long business holiday. She had presently had an argument about her dear poopsy with one of the girls at the check in counter. They had failed to charge her a carry on fee for the animal and were now telling her there were no seats available for someone with a pet. She was having none of it. She would make someone switch seats with her if it was the last thing she did. As she sat rigid with irritation in the plastic airport chair she eyed the group around her. Most notably there was a tousled young man sitting a seat or two away from her who could not seem to stop fidgeting. He was jiggling his foot anxiously. Nervous fliers, she thought condescendingly. But that gave her an idea. She leaned over to take a peek at his ticket, perhaps he could help her. "First time flying," she said conversationally. "What?" He looked over, startled. "Oh. No." "No? Forgive me you looked nervous," she said politely. He looked at her like she had caught him in her headlights. What a lunatic, she thought- handsome though. Ravishing eyes. Almost handsome enough to forgive the fact that he must have been a degenerate. "I was going to say, if you're a feeling a bit peaky about the trip sometimes it helps to sit by the window," she told him sagely. It wasn't really, but what did he know? She just needed a different seat. It was worth a shot. "Romania?" He nodded mutely. "Lovely, looks like we're on the same flight! I've always loved Romania in the summer." For some reason he stared at her like she had just told him she was some sort of a cannibal. He spluttered rather suddenly, "I don't want to live in the hills of Romania and study dead reptiles! Oh god..." He sunk his face into his hands and curled over his knees making an indescribable but at least masculine muffled wail. A few other people stared at him as he raked his hands back through his hideously unkempt hair and made a pitiable scene. Definitely the drugs, she mused with mild alarm. "Why not try france than darling, it's even prettier in the summer." And please stay off my plane, she silently pleaded. His head snapped up. "You're right," he said with a rather mad gleam in his eyes and an attitude of resoluteness which seemed entirely random. He stood up abruptly, and grabbed his bags. "Thanks." She watched as he took off -literally jogging out of the terminal. She rolled her eyes and got up to go speak with the uncooperative attendant about her seats now that there was one more available. Certainly a degenerate, you could always tell by the shoes, but a useful one at least. "Oh no!" The taxi driver said in despair. "Not you again." "It's alright," Harry told him, "I'm not going to make you turn around this time. Take me to Kings Cross as fast as you can. Please." The driver glared skeptically at him but started to pull into the street anyway. "If you change your mind, you walk," he said sternly. "Deal," Harry complied readily and sat back to sweat out the drive in anxiousness. He took out his phone and did the one thing he'd been avoiding for days. He opened his pictures and flipped through them. Some random things, the restorations on the house, and then there didn't seem to be anything but pictures of Malfoy, of Draco. Pictures of him smiling, of them smiling together, pictures of him practically naked that made Harry's throat go dry, still. And of course the one picture, the first one of Draco in his bed after one drunken night. The night he'd taken him home. They hadn't slept together. He'd looked so beautiful with his messy hair, shirtless. Harry had been screwed from the beginning. He'd tried to delete all of the them, those pictures, but hadn't been able. He'd managed to remove Draco's picture from his wallpaper and that had been it, even that had taken an ungodly amount of will power. The slowness of the traffic was making him grit his teeth. He knew Draco was leaving. He'd seen the time of his departure on the tickets he'd posted a picture of. He still had a chance to catch him, but just barely. He leaned forward to harass the driver. "Can't this go any faster??" The man gave him a warning look. Heckling him was clearly going to be useless. What he would give for his motorcycle right now, he would just cut through all of these cars. They finally neared the station. They got stuck at a light about a half a block away. Harry threw his money into the front seat, and jumped out of the car as the man shouted angrily after him. He ran down the rest of the street and into the station, disturbing people on their way in and successfully toppling a pile of suitcases that he didn't have time to feel guilty about. He didn't stop until he was on the platform. His sneakers slapped against the smooth stone floor as he came to a stop and watched helplessly as the tail end of the five o'clock pulled out of the station. Draco was on it, he was sure, but he didn't possess the power to halt several hundred tons of moving steel or he would have. Maybe he could catch the next train- maybe he could even hop trains at the next stop and board the one that had just left if he got on one that was taking a similar line. There was so much room for error however he needed to be sure, just in case he failed and that meant he had to know for certain where Draco was headed. He called Malfoy Manor and braced himself for the impact. He was regretting never acquiring the Lady Malfoy's cell number now. The maid who answered the phone remembered him and handed him over to Narcissa fairly swiftly. She was about as warm as midnight in December when she spoke. "Yes?" "Narcissa, I er..." shit how did he even ask this? What if Draco didn't say anything to her? "I'm looking for Draco. I know he's leaving but I don't know where to and I really really...please, just, could you tell me where he's going?" Harry listened to the silence on the other line and pleaded inwardly that the woman wouldn't hang up. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Harry tried not to erupt. Fuck! Fuck circumlocution! "Because he won't respond to my messages and to be honest I think he's probably changed his number." There was another frigid pause from the other side that felt like it lasted forever. "Potter...if there is one truly impressive quality of yours it is your ineptitude. Give me one good reason why I should tell you where my son is." Harry struggled, nothing he could say would be good enough. "I love him-" He heard a tiny laugh, icy and mocking. He continued before she could interrupt. "And if I were you I probably wouldn't tell me anything, but I'm begging you- give me a chance to prove it. I need him. I'd rather be miserable with him everyday than happy without him." Harry wanted slap himself. That didn't sound positive at all. "Please...please, Narcissa. Even if you don't tell me... I will find him." He had a sudden realization, "I...just left my luggage in a taxi and ran all the way to the train station. If I have to leave everything else behind me to get to him I will." He was rambling now. Sod everything, he was going to have to do this on his own and maybe Draco would still turn him away. After a heavy silence Narcissa spoke. "I don't have time for empty words. I say I love my tailor but you don't see me living with him do you?" Her words were unhurried and underwhelmed but there was an unspoken warning in her voice that said she didn't have time for people who would hurt her child. "You want him in your life, Potter? Prove it." She hung up. Harry let out a ragged scream. Once again people around him were staring and giving him a wider berth. He finally reached the ticket seller and asked about the next train. The outlook was not hopeful. Deciding to deliberate he stepped away and opened his internet on his phone, desperate to find some trace of Draco and sure enough there was a new post on his blog, as if it had been sitting there, waiting for Harry. Harry was so grateful he hadn't actually been able to delete his own blog like he'd intended the day before he could have danced right there, but he'd already given people enough to goggle at today. Draco was going to Paris. Thank god. He was just going to Paris. He wasn't dropping off the planet or going into hiding. Then again, fuck! He was going to Paris! And Harry had left all of his bloody clothing in a sodding taxicab. Feeling relieved but still more anxious than ever to reach Draco as soon as possible he sat down and made a call to the taxi company. With any luck he could get his suitcases back and be on the next flight to France if it came to that. The man who picked him up to take him to the airport later turned out to be the same one he'd had earlier. He gave Harry a glower so fierce he almost said he'd take the next cab, but why spoil it when they had such a good thing going? Harry settled in and committed himself to doing the one thing he'd been trying to avoid for days: thinking about Draco. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it up to him, now that his delusions of escaping him were gone, but he was devoted to trying. In fact he had an idea that had been floating around in his head for awhile now and it might finally be the time, or past time, to act on it. Above everything else though, he thought about how long it had been since he kissed him and tried not to think about what would happen if Draco never let him do it again.

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Ooc// oho! I’m a liar! I am such a filthy liar.

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OOC// you will see! Ahaha. Lie tease is the most unusual and interesting term I have heard in awhile

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Ooc// oho! I'm a liar! I am such a filthy liar.

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Ooc: /wrists in bathtub

Ndndioemsndimslspdoirioeown 😭😢😥😰😭😿 that's the saddest thing I've ever done. Someone please put me out of my misery

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Unfortunately having this blog is honestly too painful to deal with anymore so I'll be deleting it. See you guys outside the internet hermiones-corner weasley-bro

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Nope

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It’s nice to watch the sunset with my best friend, serpentine-tongue.

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Thanks for the ride, babe.

It really helped clear my head.

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Always a pleasure, my sun and stars. If you ever need anything, you know who to talk to.

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I’m lucky to have you, love.

And I think your car is awesome. You’re secure enough in your masculinity to not have to overcompensate with some gas-guzzling monstrosity.

Let’s go for a run on the beach. 

Loser has to go in the water.

Get ready to get wet, babe.

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Haha, my car is indeed very masculine.

But yes, let’s race it.

Sore loser. I as a southern Belle can run.

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I didn’t know you were capable of running that quickly when there wasn’t a fire sale involved.

You are a man of many talents, moon of my life.

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Well, I do indeed have many undiscovered talents… and I am pretty fast if I put my mind to it and I am competitive if you don’t remember 

And some people are truly missing a sight, my sun and stars

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Aw, babe, how you flatter me.

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Not sure how you manage to run with your pants around your thighs Blaise but way to go

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(private) Babe, you were amazing on the field, as I wrote but I can't come to those celebratory activities because Blaise needs me at the moment. He needs a friend and a hug and hopefully you can talk to Longbottom and tell him that Blaise might actually warn him but if he hurts my best friend, there will be hell to pay. I love you.

{private} I'm not sure neville wants to hook up with Blaise. But I dunno, I don't know what's going on. I thought he and Nott had something going on. Uh, have fun with Blaise I guess. Does he really have to call you babe all the time? P.s. You totally have a girl car😉

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Ooc//

So I don't know if I'm really going to be able to keep up with this RP anymore because I've got so much crap to do in RL. If you guys find someone else who thinks they want to by harry ill give them the stuff for it. Ill probably just pop on occasionally until then but i don't think i'll be able to do any major stuff

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They say you aren't suppose to have sex before a tournament or game or that sort of thing because it weakens your will or something but I'm willing to test this theory thetruedraconis

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This is my crowning achievement

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OOC// harry gained a new follower

You guys ready for this?

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Ooc/ *snort*

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Ethiopia Guji Adolaa Anfararaa at Variety Coffee (Driggs). So good I had a second.