The Kiss_ Of Legends

 

STORY OF LEGENDS KISS

        Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jaejoong's blond hair shone in the moonlight like a white-hot flame, his teeth shining just as brightly as he flashed the tall stranger a suggestive smile. Harry knew that smile. He lived for it, in fact. But now the smile wasn't directed at him. The hand that ghosted along Jaejoong's cheek wasn't his. Nor were the lips that caressed Jaejoong's and whispered softly into his ear, eliciting a chuckle as Jaejoong pushed the man through the door and closed it behind them. 


      Harry leaned against the lamppost, his legs feeling like sticks of jelly. He swallowed the bile that burned in his throat. The image of that brief kiss would be etched into his brain forever. Jaejoong. His Jaejoong. The words echoed through his head and tears stung his eyes. Not his any longer, apparently. How could he not have known?


      He leaned more heavily against the post until his equilibrium had returned, even though it still felt as if his entire world was being catapulted through a too tight space awash with blazing fires and screams of agony. He wanted to run, to be as far away from Jaejoong and his unfaithful lips and smouldering eyes as he could, but he couldn't seem to move. He couldn't go home. Couldn't face his own bed without thoughts of the last time he and Jaejoong had shared it. The love that had burned in Jaejoong's eyes as he'd kissed Harry and said how much he'd miss him while he was away. Couldn't bear the idea of seeing the photos of the two of them that smiled and waved and kissed from their prominent places on the mantelpiece. Harry took a deep breath and Apparated to the only place he could think of. 

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Hermione shrieked as she pounced off the sofa, wand in hand. Her wide eyes narrowed as she recognized the intruder who'd appeared, uninvited, in the middle of her living room. "Harry, what on earth?"


Harry couldn't answer. It had taken all the energy he could muster to make it without Splinching himself and he tumbled to the floor, praying that the darkness overtaking him would never let him go.

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"....It doesn't make any sense." Hermione handed him another cup of steaming tea. She sat in the chair next to him at her kitchen table, worry lining her forehead and clouding her brown eyes. "I can't believe he'd—not after he fought so hard to get you in the first place."


" ..Maybe that's it, Hermione. Maybe it was all about the battle, and once he'd won—" Harry couldn't finish his sentence. He closed his eyes and focused on the hot coal of anger in his stomach instead of the pain that was filleting him from the inside out. 


"....I can't believe that. I just... can't. There must be some explanation." A warm hand covered his still trembling hands wrapped around his cup. Hermione's eyes were kind, but firm. "You need to talk to him, Harry."


Harry shook his head. He couldn't... wouldn't give Jaejoong the satisfaction of seeing him so broken. Thankfully, Hermione understood. 


."..You can stay here as long as you like. You'll need your things." It must have been the pleading Harry was certain shown in his eyes that made her reach out and pull him to her. "I'll have Ron go and fetch them when he gets home. I'm so sorry, Harry...." 


Harry nodded against her shoulder but couldn't voice his gratitude lest he lose what little composure he had left. He wasn't sure how he made it to the guest bedroom. The last thing he remembered was the taste of something bitter in his mouth and the wisp of soft curls against his face.

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