Maniac

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Song: Maniac by Conan Gray

Angst

Summary: It's been months and Harry still can't get over his first love. One drunken night, he flicks between past and present and tries to remember what it was really like. Turns out, Draco wasn't always perfect and maybe they weren't really made for each other. Sometimes you deserve more. One-shot AU about trying to fall out of love with the person you thought was the one.

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"Don't look at him," Hermione hissed at Harry. They were at their usual table at their usual pub. It was sometime late in the night of Friday or early in the morning of Saturday, Harry wasn't sure. The lights were blurry, softened by the beers and the shots coursing through his veins. He listened to Hermione and dutifully looked away, but it didn't really matter. He didn't need to be looking at Draco to feel him. He didn't need to see Draco leaning against the wooden counter laughing with his friends. They were all there, his little gang.


The problem was that anywhere Harry looked, Draco was still in his head. The way he smiled when it was just the two of them. Draco had almost perfect teeth-almost. There was a tiny chip on his top front left tooth and it was imperceptible unless you were close enough to taste his breath, to feel his heart beating. That smile was the one that Harry couldn't erase from his mind, the one that kept him awake into the late hours of the night. Hermione was chattering about something in one of her uni classes and Ron was listening intently. Meanwhile, Harry was drifting into somewhere that wasn't the pub. His memories haunted him, the way Draco laughed and how his hair was nearly translucent.


"Oi, Potter," the voice Harry most hated and most loved yelled from across the room, "Stare much?" Uproarious laughter followed, of course. Draco's gang would never let him down. Never leave him hanging the way Draco had left Harry hanging. Harry got up, stumbling toward the bar. Hermione tried to grasp his hand but he was already gone, ordering another gin and tonic while he saw Draco get served another whiskey. Harry wanted to scream out loud, "He doesn't even like whiskey! He's a liar!" But he kept his mouth shut and returned to the table.


Hermione sighed, "Harry, you really need to move on." Harry nodded, "Of course, yeah. I'm almost over it, honestly." Maybe he was the liar... to tell the truth he was waiting for the moment when Draco called him and said he regretted it. He wanted to go back to the way it was before, the summer picnics in the park. He wanted to relive the nights when they binge watched cooking shows and drank wine and how they would smoke until they giggled endlessly in a blanket fort. He wanted to go back to the way it was before, all the magic they had. Now it was just tragic and over.


It had been three months and it still hurt like the first day after the breakup. At month one, Draco had called Harry in tears and Harry had rushed over and taken care of his drunk ex-boyfriend and held him. In the morning, Draco wouldn't even look at him and that hurt the worst of all. Harry had lost count of the mornings they had woken up together before Draco ended it. How they had slowly made their way out of bed to the kitchen. He missed the way Draco's pajama bottoms would hang low across his hips and the way the muscles of his back looked as he made eggs. Harry would make the coffee and they would sit across the table from each other in contented silence while they ate. Now, Harry woke up too late and wished he could go back to sleep even before his eyes were open. He missed the feeling of the weight of Draco's hand in his and those grey eyes sparking up his nights.

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