He'd cursed Delilah's name up and down, threatened to break numerous contracts of hers, he---he was
so mad at her. Had been. He
had been so mad at her. What was Henry supposed to think? He wasn't ready to
date. He didn't want to go on a
date? It had taken him ages to attempt to date when he'd met Heidi, and his girlfriend before her and just
cheated, not
died.
Merlin.
Henry had finally agreed to attend after he had forced Delilah to tell him who his mystery date was. When she revealed the name of the woman, Henry was silently relieved. It was an old friend that he did not have to worry about. She knew his situation, she'd understand that this night would just be about catching up and nothing more. It was refreshing, and the entire evening had been spent chatting away about school and memories. Henry had been put into such a good mood (as talking about Slytherin House and dumb Gryffindors always did), that he didn't question his third glass of the innocently clear drink the waiter kept pouring into his glass.
It seemed that his date hadn't been counting her drinks either, and soon they were out in the dimly lit hallways of the event hall, whispering and giggling at each other like a pair of fourth years behind a tapestry, foreheads pressed hard together. She stood innocently against the wall while his hands planted themselves on either side of her, trapping her in front of him. Henry's vision was blurred, but those crystal blue eyes of hers couldn't be ignored. She'd made him feel so good tonight, he hadn't felt this good in
so long, it had been so long---
He wasn't thinking, simply reacting. Henry closed the gap between him and
his date and kissed her hard. There was no protest, there was only an encouraging kiss back. Her hands gripped to the front of his shirt and as soon as his arms wrapped around her to pull her closer--
--Henry sucked in a breath and completely recoiled. He jumped back a few feet, looking mortified and lost.
"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, hands pulled up to her cheeks. "I know---"
"No, I'm----I---I have to go," Henry stuttered, not waiting a second longer before striding toward the exit, disapparating with a desperate
crack as soon as he hit the pavement.
