Happy New Year”
Harry Potter is the intellectual property of JK Rowling, and the fiscal property of
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Harry sighed. He
New Year’s Eve parties with a fiery passion. Ever since he’d
finished at Hogwarts, he’d had to put up with every single female between the ages of twelve
and eighty trying to make a move on him for a ‘good luck’ kiss at the stroke of midnight.
.. that wasn’t
true. There was one who’d never even looked at him. The one he
to notice him never had.
Damn her, anyway.
He tried to live his life without regrets, but this always niggled at the back of his mind.
He knew that he was emotionally damaged, considering the Dursleys’ influence on him as he
grew up, but he recognised his feelings for her as love. True love. He knew because when he
saw her happy while dating someone, he felt his sadness decrease slightly. Only slightly, but
enough to let him know that her happiness was more important than his.
It didn’t help that, once again, she was single. Her dating life was almost as pitiful as
his, a sad state of affairs. After the war, all three of the Golden Trio were celebrities, and, just
like the Muggle world, people swarmed over them like flies on shit. Truth be told, it irritated
two-thirds of the trio. Ron, on the other hand, was quite happy with the attention. He was tall,
single, and reasonably good-looking (according to a poll in
) and he had done
his part in the war. As far as Harry was concerned, it was all good for Ron.
He sighed again, heading back to the bar. He got an odd look as he ordered a Pepsi, but
he didn’t want to let his defences down. Alcohol was about the quickest way to get him into a
destructive depression, and he had no desire to go through that again.
Taking a moment, he glanced round the room, spotting most of his Hogwarts year-mates
in compromising positions. Neville had Susan Bones hanging off one arm (and considering
the size of her chest, he’d need bloody strong arms to support her) and Hannah Abbot on the
other. Ron was with Luna, apparently checking if she still had her tonsils. Ginny was giving
Seamus and Dean a lap-dance. Not surprising, really. When Seamus had come out at the end
of fifth year, it didn’t surprise people too much. When Dean admitted he was bi, while dating
Ginny, she’d been furious, slapping the shit out of Dean.
.. before grabbing his wrist and
dragging him to Seamus, then pulling them both out of the Great Hall. Apparently, they
weren’t seen for days.
Polygamy in the Wizarding world always makes me chuckle. Trios are far more