Barkeeps and Broken Hearts
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bleedingangel84Title: Barkeeps and Broken Hearts
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Beta: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of Infidelity, drunkenness, language, angst
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt # 48-“Don’t you know my arse is famous?”; Barty Crouch; Footprints in the sand
Notes: Just as random as random can be. Not beta’ed. I will love you forever if you point out errors. Please and thank you.
Summary: Harry is on holiday with his lover when he catches him cheating. What better time to drown his sorrows?
Barkeeps and Broken Hearts
“Double whiskey, please.”
“It’ll still hurt when the whiskey wears off, mate.”
“What will still hurt?”
“You’ve the look of a man with a broken heart.”
“It’s not just broken. He shattered it and ground the bits to a fine powder.”
“More fool him, then.”
“I’ll drink to that. The bastard cheated on me. It’s supposed to be our anniversary.”
“The man is an idiot, then. You’re better off without him.”
“Thanks. Doesn’t make me feel better, though.”
“Still true. Next drink’s on me.”
“I can pay. Don’t you know my arse is famous?”
“I know who you are, Potter. What I don’t know is who would be foolish enough to leave you.”
“Ron. I caught him in bed with Blaise.”
“Zabini?”
“What other Blaise do we know, Malfoy?”
“How did you know it was me?”
“I’m an Auror. We’re trained to see through glamours.”
“I suppose that’s it for me, then?”
“Why’re you hiding?”
“I don’t want to be a Malfoy anymore.”
“You lived for it at Hogwarts.”
“Things change.”
“You’re a barkeep.”
“Well spotted.”
“I like that.”
“So, Weasley?”
“Just seemed natural. But I wasn’t enough for him.”
“I never thought he’d be the one.”
“Well, everyone has their secrets. Like Barty Crouch.”
“What about him?”
“I’d rather not. I can’t handle memory lane right now.”
“Fair enough.”
“Would you take a walk on the beach with me? I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“You need food, Harry. Let me get you some chips.”
“I like the way you say my name.”
“You must be really drunk.”
“Or not drunk enough.”
“I close up in fifteen minutes.”
“Shame.”
“Shall I walk you to your bungalow? I’d hate for you to try magical transportation in this state.”
“Ron’s there. No. Can I stay at yours?”
“You don’t even know where I live.”
“You have a house on the beach. You walk every morning and leave perfect footprints in the sand.”
“Have you been spying on me?”
“I ran into your mother.”
“She never gives up.”
“She loves you.”
“I know.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“You’re sloshed.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll regret asking me that in the morning.”
“Take me to bed, Draco. Help me forget.”
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