Draco: To Everyone Who Rejected Me

Draco: to everyone who rejected me

Draco *sings* : what a shame, baby what a shame, could've been with me instead of what's her fucking name

Harry ( his husband ) : ..

Harry: what the fuck are you on about ? You're the one who rejected everyone, even me 3 times and then cried when I rejected you*rolls his eyes* I should be the one singing it.

Better left unsaid

Dialogue prompt- 25. He was crying because of you.

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Cause when you love someone, you need to let go.

The knocking had ceased and harry had finally opened the door, a cold air washing inside the silent apartament and then his eyes finally fell upon the slumped figure standing in the doorway.

" draco ?" Harry frowned as he opened the door wider for him to come in

Draco looked up at harry, tears all over his face " it's Ian "

Harry gave him a comforting look before he dragged him inside and hugged him, his hands rubbing his back softly as draco started crying in Harry's arms.

" shush.. we'll talk it out, alright " harry comforted him as he broke the hug and wiped draco's tears.

Draco nodded and followed harry into the living room and settled into the couch.

" I'll bring tea " harry announced and quickly fetched tea and biscuits for draco. Once done, harry joined him over the couch, crossing his legs over the couch himself.

" he- we had this fight and we just- I don't know harry. It's like I'm trying so hard to keep this relationship and he just, he just wants to throw it all away " draco hiccupped. Harry immediately held draco by his side.

" you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to " harry whispered as he pushed a strand of his hair His ear.

" I- I don't know harry. I don't know how many more fights I can take. Lately all I feel as if we is fight. There's- I'm trying so hard harry. I've always tried so hard but each time I'm- I always end up disappointing people " draco broke into sobs and Harry's hugged him tighter.

" that's not true draco. You never let me down. You've never disappointed me or your friends " harry reassured side glancing at draco.

" but it's different harry. I'm in love with Ian. I want him, I need him in my life. I want to hopefully marry him one day "

" y- you what? You want to marry him one day ?" It was as if it was the most absurd thing harry had ever encountered.

" of course harry. We've been together for 4 years, and we can't just throw away something like that. I don't want to-"

" but what's with all the fighting ?" Harry asked frowning

" these thing's happen. Yes, lately we've been fighting more than usual but it doesn't mean I don't want a future with him. I thought you knew that " Draco hummed as he broke free to look at harry.

" I- I mean I know you guys were serious. Just I didn't know this much " harry shrugged looking at the blank TV screen ahead.

" it'- that's alright. Now you know " draco shrugged sniffing.

Harry finally looked at Draco for a moment before he inculcated a smile " I think you guys would be great together. And you're right fights happens. Know what, whenever you feel as if you can't fight or you're done with all the drama, you come here and we'll watch a cliche teen movie. Sounds good ?"

Draco broke in a little smile and nodded, burying himself into Harry's side. With the abruptness Harry's hand went up in air before he looked at Draco, who needed comfort and harry wrapped his arms around him and turned on the television after asking if he wanted to talk more or not.

They laid there for hours until Draco had fallen asleep in Harry's arms and harry dared not move. He softly gazed at the puffy looking draco from all the tears and crying from before and sighed to himself and stared up at the ceiling comfortably thinking about draco had said the very evening.

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" i- I'm sorry sir but I can't allow you-"

" I don't fucking care. I need to see Ian palmer right now and that's it " harry raised his voice fighting security.

" sir, but, he gave strict instructions about not letting anyone inside-"

" it's no matter, let him in " ian suddenly appeared, nodding at his assistant.

Angrily harry broke free from the security and followed Ian into his office.

" what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting me harry ?" He asked as he settled in the chair behind the desk, pointing harry to take a seat in front.

" how Long have you been with draco ?" Harry asked standing still where he was, slightly furious.

Ian broke into a little chuckle " that's sort of an irrelevant question, don't you think. I mean he's your best friend , you must know-"

" answer me " harry raised his voice slamming his fists over the desk.

Ian jerked in his chair, before he adjusted his coat and pulled his chair forward " 4 and half years. Give or take a few months " he frowned

" and how many times have you seen him cry ?" Harry asked

" I don't-"

" just answer me " harry flared

" not a lot. He cried once at a close relatives funeral, one time during our initial dates when he was sharing about his life and one after he had a fight with you. Why do you ask ?"

Harry frowned suddenly feeling guilty that draco had cried because of harry once. He found it hard to believe that he cried because of him. Harry ?

"so you must know he's a strong, independent man who would not cry if not absolutely broken " harry nodded

" look harry, I appreciate you taking matters in hands and your concern but i really have a meeting to get to-"

" the fuck not. I'm not done " harry shouted

" no need to yell " ian too raised his voice defensively

" where the fuck did you go yesterday after you had a fight ?" Harry asked

" I- I hit a bar then crashed at a friend's. Look seriously I don't have time for this-"

" did you know where was he ?" Harry asked ignoring his statements about shortage of time

" I don't know harry. I can't keep a fucking track on him and frankly i don't care, alright. Fights happen but if he wants to be a baby that's on him " ian clenches his jaw as if he was furious.

" you don't care ? How the fuck can you not care ian? He's your bloody boyfriend" harry slammed his palms over the table again, slight sting of pain vibrating his hand.

" I just simply can't. I- look we had a fight. His decision he left the house and it's on him whatever he does-"

" he came to me and he was crying because of you " harry shouted.

That must've done something to Ian because suddenly he was rendered speechless. Anything coherent he wanted to speak off, died off in his throat and he remained nothing but seated, silent.

" I can see anything ian, but draco crying and I will not stand you being the reason of it. That man works his ass off for your relationship to work with him, schedule his work according to yours, make extravagant plans just for you, he literally does everything according to you and if you are the reason to make him cry, mark my words ian I will not let you live in peace. So you better keep him happy and give him a future he deserves or I'll hunt you down " harry glared at ian in serious threats until he stormed out.

The place must've heard the yellings and shouts because everyone turned their heads as harry Walked past them or maybe it seemed very clear that harry was furious at something, but he didn't care. He cared for that one man who probably was looking after his plants as of now or finishing up the laundry before he'd prepare dinner, his best friend, the best of it all. He only cared for draco and anyone who hurt him, it was as if Harry's duty to make sure he wasn't hurt.

The next few months escalated so quickly that harry barely saw any of draco. It was Only small conversations between them once a week about some or other work or usual happening, lasting not longer than a 15 minutes conversation. And very less visits at Harry's place, only in need. It was all until on a casual Saturday, draco came knocking on Harry's door once again. Only this time, he looked the happiest.

" what's with the smile ?" Harry asked grinning as he allowed draco inside the flat.

Draco gave him a smirk before he raised his left hand and showed it to harry.

Harry's eyes widened in complete shock as he almost touched draco's hands " y- you got engaged "

" yes " draco shrieked as he threw himself in a hug with harry. Hesitantly harry hugged him back, feeling his heart growing smaller and thumping louder and his mind losing ability to function.

He cleared his throat breaking free from the hug "how ? I mean, when ?"

" it was random. I never even expected it but after we had patched thing's up and it was going well for us, he proposed to me last night on dinner at Alessandro's " draco grinned staring at the platinum ring resting over his finger engraved with some words harry didn't linger onto read.

" i- I'm so happy for you. About time, right " harry grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"y- you think it's right for us ? I mean we're not getting into it too fast are we ?" He asked as he walked past harry into the living room.

Harry followed him inside after rubbing his chest like it'd help him breathe more properly.

" I think it was about time " harry replied as he tried to reach for his full Breath following into the living room and sitting down next to draco.

" I think so too but do you think if it's that what we should do ?" Draco asked sounding genuine

" what does it matter what I say ?" Harry shrugged

" harry, you're my best friend. It's your opinion. If it be it, I'd rather marry you than him " draco joked. Only it took harry a couple of seconds to laugh at it.

" your opinion matters the most, really. I can only get into it knowing you're fine, and that you agree with it " draco slanted his head for emphasis.

Harry gazed at draco, looking at his hopeful eyes and twitching fingers, all with a little frown, he couldn't break his heart " of course. I think it's the best for you"

" I knew it " and with that Draco hugged harry again and this time harry hugged him back with a little to no smile, suddenly feeling down, grieved, sad if even.

" there's a party at Stella's tomorrow night to celebrate it. You'll be there right ?" Draco asked hopefully.

Harry wanted to deny, he so wanted to, he had a very important meeting with the senior auror about his promotion, yet one look at draco and his heart melted like a butter " of course "

Draco kisses Harry's cheeks chastily before he claimed he had Somethings and invite to put forward, so he needed to leave. Harry didn't make him stay.

And he wasn't anyone to make him stay. There was no one who made draco more happier and harry saw it when he came to the dinner next night and in lingering glances watched them together, smiling and kissing at every chance. And somehow nothing else mattered but draco's happiness.

He didn't know how, or when, or why but perhaps it didn't matter, the Answers didn't matter because at the altar it would be ian pronouncing his vows to draco and not him and just somewhere in his heart, he was fine with it because it made draco happy and harry would kill to keep him happy because he deserved every happiness in the world.

It was after midnight when harry was standing alone outside the back gate of the restaurant, smoking cigarettes, staring at the sky as if he was emptying his loving heart and pouring it out so he had nothing left.

" thought I'd find you here " he heard. He looked at his side, wiping off the little tears that blocked his vision, clearing his glasses and saw pansy standing there, smiling at him.

Harry shrugged because he had nothing left to say. Pansy stood next to harry, her back pressed against the wall too, taking the cigarette from harry and smoking off a ring.

" why didn't you ever tell him ?" She asked, watching him curiously as he stared at the stars again, crushing the cigarette against the wall.

" somethings are better left unsaid " harry replied as he slowly turned to watch pansy offering a sad smile, and then they turned towards the restaurant, the little sight of ian and draco laughing at something.

" wanna go in ?" She asked after having looked at them for long.

Harry nodded and walked back inside to take draco back home, and then only going to his empty palace. He sighed.

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In lies, there always was Love. A love to protect | TW- ANGST

"Mr. Draco malfoy also revealed in the interview that any rumours spurred about him and the war hero, Harry potter being more than friend's is a complete lie, adding that there exist no existence of any relationship between other than just civil friend's-" Hermione read.

Harry snatched away the paper with much force that it startled her " that's enough "

" mat-"

" I just need to be alone right now. If you two don't mind " harry distantly said before he walked out of the common room with his bag and the newspaper she was reading from.

He walked silently with his head down, storing away his emotions until he was out of the castle doors and ran towards the black lake. Only when he had reached, he climbed up on one of the trees like he had been taught by Draco, sat down on the seat they made together, as they called it their grieve spot and finally opened the crumpled newspaper.

He read the Vicious words of Draco and the photograph of himself on the front page. He stared at it long enough to see the drops is unnoticed tears Making a small spot there. Chewing the inside of his cheeks, harry burnt the paper with a single flick of his wand, bringing his knees to his chest, resting his head against the bark of the wood, crying. His heart clenched little by little as he hugged himself in the absence of any warmth. Anger rushed through his veins, not because of Draco but that he allowed himself to fall over the needles when he knew it was going to hurt him, he allowed himself hoping Draco would save him, but he didn't. He hated himself right now more than he hated Draco and he hated it even more that he still felt immensely for him. He hated it that he couldn't hate him because fuck he understood him and he hated it more. He should've seen the disaster coming faster towards him, but he remained there, standing under the broken buildings waiting for Draco to rescue him, only he didn't. He wasn't even there.

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It was after 3 hours of deliberating whether Draco deserved to see him or not, he finally showed up where Draco requested to meet him after an hour. His heart beating like a burning fire, either with rage or the burning desire, he was yet to figure out.

But it boiled him as soon as he saw Draco standing there in his beautiful black coat and his perfect flawless beauty telling him that he was one hour late. Harry wanted to just hug him and in the moment of weakness ask him if he was alright but he didn't, instead he sarcastically tuned to hide his breaking heart.

" also I think we should break up " Draco finally said

" you think we should break up ?" Harry frowned, as if he couldn't coherently make sense of the words that fell out of his lips " is that your decision ?" Harry added

" yes, I don't think we should do this " he said " we knew it wasn't going to last anyways and I m- I need the family name to go on and not being with you is the only way. It'll be just like a Little school fling " he added casually.

Harry stared at the back his head, his tears brimming up to the top, clenching his jaw, his nails digging into his palms to avoid feeling too much.

It'll just be like little school fling.

That's what it was to him, casual little school fling. Harry wanted to cry so loudly and his heart had as if fallen so down that he could've collapsed to the ground with the cruelty of those words . He could feel it in his stomach and his heart physically ached to listen to Draco just wanting to throw it away. The one man harry always thought would never leave him was also bound to leave and this hurt him more than seeing anyone die. It ripped him but he told himself he deserved better. He deserved better than someone just wanting to break up just like that, but he knew he only wanted draco, the one person who was forbidding harry to have it.

" fine " Harry mumbled after a long pause, wiping his falling tears, sniffing.

" it's better anyway, I'd rather be with someone who doesn't throw me away " he whispered

Sighing Draco turned around cupping harry's face " you know it's not like that "

Harry looked anywhere but his face because he knew it in his heart that if he looked at Draco, he'd never be able to look away. He told himself It'll just make it all easier " seems otherwise "

" hey " Draco tried to budge Harry's face to look at him but he didn't "look at me, please" his voice broke.

Harry gulped with a clenched jaw, his heart dropping at the sight of a broken draco " what ?"

" I'm sorry " Draco Whispered as he kissed Harry's forehead. Harry blinked his eyes, a tear Falling down his eyes, his hands twitched on his side's to just hold Draco, he wanted to hold him and tell him that it's alright but it hurt so bad, it ached him so much that he couldn't possibly think of anything but the grief that subdued his already heavy heart. Harry hummed in response because somewhere he wanted Draco to understand that he Wants to forgive him, someday he might but right now he couldn't. Frowning, Draco hugged harry. Harry almost broke down, wanting to hug him back, he even bought his hands half way up when he realised how bad it hurt that he just couldn't do it.

" hug me " Draco insisted. Harry wanted to say he wanted to, but he couldn't. He needed Draco to be hurt, he wanted him to understand what harry felt and what he was going to feel. He wanted him to feel what he felt when he sat down in loneliness, when he cried himself to sleep last night, how he felt when he hugged himself on the tree that day because he was touch starved but he hated it. It was a punishment, to himself and to Draco, because he was hurting him and draco was hurting him. It was the worst possible punishment but he wanted to, he wanted to make it hurt, more to him than draco.

Harry felt a tear fell down over his shoulder as Draco hugged him " you have to understand, harry "

Harry cried because he was making him cry and he hated himself, he cried because when he needed Harry the most, he couldn't give himself to him, he cried because Draco was hurting but he was weak, dying of a broken heart perhaps " I do, very clearly "

Draco's arm Only tightened in an unrequited hug, nothing more left his mouth but sobs of crying and harry controlled himself from falling apart. He was desperate to hug him back, maybe even kiss him one last time, telling him how much he meant to him one last time but he didn't. He couldn't. It was a part of letting go because Draco was ready to let go and harry wasn't and he needed to be ready.

" harry please" his Voice quivered. Harry heaved heavily as he felt his heart clenched to the maximum that it made him difficult to breathe but he needed Draco to be able to remember what it's like to hug him but he wanted to remember himself how it felt to not have hugged him back after all, for it to hurt, for it to remind him how he couldn't fight through for Draco, how he couldn't hold onto Draco. He was hurting, on purpose. It was pain to take forward, a punishment of love.

" harry, if you don't hug me right, I think I might fall apart"

That did it, Harry's last breath gave in and he said to himself more than Draco " you don't deserve it " and broke free to walk away without glancing back, Because he couldn't. He couldn't look at draco one more time because he needed to go away. It would make it hard and harry didn't know how much more he could've taken.

Only when he knew he was at a far distance from Draco in the forest, he leaned down his back over a tree, collapsing on the ground and cried his heart out in heavy sobs. It felt like Someone was stabbing him repeatedly right over his chest to his heart, then mending and then stabbing again for the pain to feel new each time. Harry fisted his palm and covered his mouth in the agony of unbearable pain, his body shaking with pain, and the rapid waterfall of tears never stopped. He cried and cried and cried even when he had nothing left because tears and memories were all left for him. Pain, his lost friend once again returned and visited his holy door and took harry with it, right into a disaster and left him to fetch himself. He perhaps wanted to just simply die of broken heart like every lover does in a poem.

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It was one month after, harry was numbly sitting over the window drinking his tea watching the rain cover the sky, abusing himself with the pain, digging his nails into his palm, reminding himself that there was life apart from draco but even the tree in the garden mocked him.

" harry " suddenly some yelled

Harry turned to see Ron heaving, desperate for air, as if he had ran down like 20 blocks.

" Ron ?" Harry frowned

" dr- draco " he only heaved

" draco, what ? Did something happen to him ?" Harry immediately sat up straight, worried if something had happened to draco, he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore.

" n- no. He- TV " he heaved, his heart over his chest, breathing deeply

" what ?" Harry was beyond puzzled.

" turn on the TV " Ron finally said. Harry got off the window sill and turned on the TV and gave Ron the remote who switched it immediately to news channel.

" Draco malfoy, the becoming businessmen in the very recent interview confessed that he is Infact gay much to his father's disappointment and claimed he lied before. He also mentioned inexplicably that he is Infact in love with none other than harry potter, after having denied any rumour that spurred through between them while harry potter, the war hero had chosen to remain silent on the matter-"

" what ?" Harry was beyond shocked.

" yes " Ron finally breathed fine " he confessed in front of everyone, harry " Ron grinned but harry was screwed.

He collapsed over the couch behind him, his hands pressed against his lips in mocking shock.

"by the looks of it, it's not a good thing ?" Ron asked as he kneeled down in front of harry.

" what? No. Fuck no. That arsehole just confessed for the first time on live interview and that Moronic idiot definitely have his death wish- that fucking-" but ron had started chuckling.

" what are you laughing for ?"

" you love him " Ron chuckled

Harry opened his mouth to deny, but he knew he was. He had known it for a long time but haven't said it out loud " so what ?"

" you care for him mate " Ron pointed out

" what's your point ?" Harry rolled his eyes

" that you still want him after everything. You'd be crazed stupid not to " ron smiled lightly as his light humour died out.

" I don't have time for this. I need to find him" harry sighed as he got up and quickly wore his shoes.

" where are you going to go ?" Ron asked

" anywhere his father doesn't murder him" harry sighed as he checked his pocket " look after the house, I'll be back "

" I should come -"

" I'll be fine " harry assured and opened the door.

And there he stood.

" harry " he whispered, his heart beating loudly.

" Merlin's fuck " harry exclaimed as he pulled draco in with his collar and shut the door behind him and locked it safely.

" are you fucking stupid? Is there nothing left up there or was it always empty and you just pretended to have something in there? What were you thinking showing up here? Wheat were you thinking with leaving in the middle of the interview and what the fuck is wrong with you ? I know you like it grand but the whole fucking news? You could've just told rita Skeeter you're gay, she would've made it big ? I am absolutely sure you have no Brain, I mean seriously?in the interview ? And what about your father? You do realise he's gonnna hunt you, what if they have a track on you ? What if someone had seen you, you literal arsehat ? Do you even know if someone's following you ? How would you of course, as usual you must've just ran. I can bet your arse your father-"

" I love you " draco cried as he hugged harry harshly stumbling him backwards. That ought to shut him up " and I swear this time if you don't hug me I'm going to rip of your arms " he sobbed.

Harry smiled lightly, hugging draco back, immediately tightening it after a second, one of his hands going into his hair.

" you stupid idiot " harry mumbled onto his shoulder.

" I love you " Draco only mumbled in his neck. Harry smiled, tears dripping from his eyes over his shoulder " I love you, I love you, I Love you, I love you " draco repeated.

Harry hugged him tighter, his heart breaking and sobs getting more louder " fuck you " harry mumbled

" and I love you " draco repeated

" I love you too " harry mumbled.

Draco separated, cupping Harry's face, wiping his tears away from the tip of his Thumb, pressing their foreheads together, gazing into his emerald eyes.

" I'm sorry " he whispered. Harry Twisted a strand of draco's hair on his neck before he too mumbled " I'm sorry too "

Draco smiled lightly before he kissed softly over Harry's lips in a much needed seek for comfort and affection and lost love of a month. He kissed him a soft desperation that only showed how much he missed him, how much he missed his touch, how much his missed his lips, how much he missed his affection, how much he missed this passion, how much he missed harry and how much he loved harry.

In tears harry kissed him in forgiveness, in apologies, in breaking apart, In desperation, in affection, in passion, in comfort, in filling the emptiness, in love.

They kissed in love devoid of the consequences, Little worries of what next. They kissed in love because they were together.

Harry wasn't left alone to fetch, draco was there to rescue him in his disaster.

And draco, harry had held him in the storm.

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12. Liars and lovers

Dialogue prompt : If you don't hug me right now, I think I might fall apart.

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TW- ANGST | highly inspired by young royals..

" you're just young in love. It's all just puppy love " beat

" it's not real. Wake up from this horrid dream" beat

" you're not in love, you can't be "

" you have black blood in you " beat

" you're a Malfoy " beat

It felt like flashes imploding in front of his eyes with the shutter of those lights going off with his heart palpating heavily like the beats of a rock music deafening his ears. He was over the solid surface but he felt as though he was in a Quicksand, sucking him under and his throat as if tied with a telephone cord which Only tightened with every beat. He could feel his hands but not his legs, it was weird, it felt strange like his eyes were closing but they were forced open. The feeling of the resting tongue on the top of his mouth felt very strange, as if it was the first time he was feeling it, but he wasn't. He always had felt it but it seemed so vivid. All his thoughts ran into had that wall always been that black? It was as if he was standing in the middle of a raging cyclone but not an inched of him was harmed as the water passed through him. And there he was, standing in his white sweater with emerald eyes, staring in the longingness , waiting for draco to take his hand.

" Mr. Malfoy ?" He heard. Draco's eyebrows shot up as his trance of thoughts broke and he looked at the opened door with a small figure's shadow casting on the surface.

" they're here " Reggie, the house elf said. Draco nodded from where he was sitting on the bed with a remembrall in his hand.

" I'll be there in a second " he whispered. Reggie nodded and left the door opened. Draco breathed heavily as he stood up and watched himself in the mirror, fixing his suit.

With a beating heart, he went where he was supposed to be.

" you know what to say ?" Lucius asked as he squeezed on draco's shoulder.

Draco reluctantly nodded, pulling his coat, shaking his hands to get rid of the anxiety bubbling.

Narcissa smiled fondly at her son, fixing his tie, then leaning down to whisper in his ear "it's all on you draco "

Draco tried to give a fake smile as he entered the living room, an interviewer waiting for him.

" the name had already a been corrupted enough for us that you had to be seen with the potter kid. Have our name not been tainted enough that you had to pull up another stunt to drown our name draco ? You're the hier of Malfoy, you can't be like this. We can fix this, fix you together but all you need to do is refuse any accusations that stand our way. You are a Malfoy draco, a Malfoy and we don't play with love. You are to marry a girl and live a life like everyone of ours and it ends there. You are to say, to deny everything printed out in Media. It's the Only way, the only way "

" are you ready ?" She asked. Draco heaved before he nodded, sitting down in front of her.

" we'll start of with the business you are bound to take upon soon ? So is it true that you had came up with the Malfoy business, right after you've been drowned in debt and you actually want to run something like that ?" She asked

" but I don't want to be the chairman or the bloody ceo or anyone of that company "

" yes, I will be taking over. And I very much look forward to it " he smiled stiffly.

" and is it also true that you will be in denial to any muggles and strictly follow a wizards and witches employees ?"

" people are never going to like it. Think-"

" that's enough Draco "

" yes. We believe that wizards and witches are the only one's capable of being our employees " draco answered with a stiff nod.

" and you're going to manage running the business alongside school ?" She asked

" but my education-"

" think about the family for one bloody second instead of just your own self " Lucius sneered

" I think it's very much that I run it alongside my education. And I very much think I'll do my best "

" now as of talking about the news that recently spurred through, you were seen with mr. Harry potter, at the recent fundraiser after party held by Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry ?" She asked, penning down with much interest

" big deal I was seen with him-"

" you can't be and that's the end of it. You are going to say that you were having a civil conversation, that's it "

" we have put our differences aside and I see no reason as why I cannot be seen with him " draco sternly replied, earning a low threatening glare from his father behind them " We were in a civil conversation if anyone interested " draco added

" so it's not true that you two were supposedly dating ?" She asked

" it's a lie "

Beat.

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Have that wall always been this green ? Draco wondered as he stared at the opposite wall longingly, unnoticed tears escaping his eyes. He didn't even cared anymore to wipe them away as the memories rang loudly in his head from the very afternoon, the conversation he had with harry himself, how he had let him down and his loving eyes and the pain it caused him. The look of pain etched so defined over his face.

" I waited like an hour for you " draco whispered as he watched harry come closer

" oh did you now ? Why was that mr. Malfoy? Shall I apologize my majesty?" Harry sarcastically replied as he crossed his arms in front of him after reaching close enough to have a conversation.

" harry-"

" it's potter to you " harry raised his eyebrows sternly

" harry, i can explain " draco sighed

Harry looked at the tree behind draco, almost rolling his eyes " and what would it change Malfoy ?"

" harry, please-"

" please what? Or do you want me to please you with another comforting things so you can bluntly say it to the media that we aren't fucking together " harry Snapped

" I had no choice " draco raised his voice

" you never have one draco " harry too raised his voice. Just for a moment, just one, draco wanted to scream at harry, to tell him thing's aren't served on a silver platter for him as everything think's it to be.

" I- it was the only way whether you accept it or not" draco sighed. He shook his head as he Turned around to watch over the lake they'd been standing near to away from everyone, their meeting spot. Maybe looking away would make it all easier, just maybe.

" also I think we should break up" draco suddenly whispered behind him.

Harry frowned as he turned to see Draco "you want to break up?"

" is that your decision?" He added

" yes, i don't think we should do this anymore then" Draco's voice quivered as he spoke through " we knew it wasn't going to last anyways. And I m- I need the family name to go on and not being with you is the only way. It'll just be like a little school fling "

"fine " harry whispered after a long pause, sniffing, wiping off his escaping tears.

" it's better anyway. I'd rather be with someone who doesn't throw me away " harry whispered.

Draco sighed turning to face harry and cupping his face in his hands " you know it's not like that "

" seems otherwise " harry distantly replied as he stared far ahead over the lake.

" hey" draco tried to make harry look at him but only met with stern denial " look at me, please " Draco chewed his lip controlling his emotions.

Harry finally looked at draco, his jaw clenched " and what ?"

" I'm sorry " draco whispered as he wiped Harry's tears and kissed his forehead. Harry hummed, avoiding draco's face again. Frowning draco wrapped his arms around harry, not meeting with the same..

" hug me" draco insisted

But harry didn't.

Draco let his tear finally escape his eyes over Harry's shoulder " you have to understand harry, please "

" I do understand, very clearly " harry replied stiffly

Draco had nothing more left to say. His tears spilled with his arms still wrapped around Harry's in unrequited action, feeling his heart palpating rapidly with a void.

" I'm sorry " draco whispered again, wrapping his arms tighter but met with only the emptiness of lost love. The pain soothed across his body with the denied physical touch harry had once enjoyed so much. He hated this harry, the one who didn't hug back, the one who was so distant. He needed his harry back, if only for a moment before they break apart but aware of the pain he caused harry, he knew he wasn't going to but he tried.

" harry, please " his voice quivered in Harry's neck

" if you don't hug me right now I think i might fall apart"

" you don't deserve it " and with that harry broke free and without a glance walked away leaving draco with the the agony of losing him. He wanted to hug harry, he really wanted him to, he needed to but harry didn't and somewhere draco knew he was left to deal with it himself from now on. Harry was gone and it was draco's fault.

" Draco I asked if you're coming for dinner ?" Someone asked as they opened the door slightly

Draco looked up from the wall to the door, pansy holding the door half open " you go. I'm not hungry " draco sniffed

Pansy looked at Draco with pity " take care " and she left, too.

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They were officially broken up. It was clear. Harry didn't spared a single glance at Draco, not even accidentally, he didn't share the table at potions with him either and much so, he didn't even cross paths with draco anymore but would rather be 4 minutes late to the class.

Harry was distant and not just with draco but with everyone else and it ached draco. Layin on the bed with lonely feelings, he missed their nights together, the nights of Laying under the star watching each other instead of the sky because they thought other was more beautiful. He missed the way Harry's wrapped around his waist from behind and the way he kissed his neck and whispered words so smoothly of a normal conversation as if it didn't affect him at all but most of them all, he missed kissing harry. He missed feeling the way Harry's lips Whispered in the howling wind his love for Draco. He missed it.

Draco threw his head back, sighing to himself, wiping away the tears of unhappiness that visited him like a nightmare every night after having lost Harry's because of his own faults.

But grief turned to sorrow, sorrow to pain, pain to numbness and numbness to anger, he threw away his journal at the opposite wall.

" fuck " he yelled as he harshly tugged at his hair " fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck " he groaned, crying heavily.

The entire month he had been waiting for the void to be filled with something, something other than harry but harry like a pest had reached the core of his heart and infected every inch that he missed him in every song, in every story, In every poem, in every walk, in every talk, in every conversation, in every tear, in every smile, in every melody, in every tune, in every aspect, he was infected with Harry's love and he missed him with the core of his infected heart that Could've only been cured by harry, who had left. Left for Christmas break, left draco, left everything about him.

He ran his hand down his face, pinching his nose trying to get rid of the feeling but nothing worked and he had to show up at another interview in another hour to talk about inauguration. He was screwed and he blamed himself.

" you are responsible for your own actions " narcissa had said one night " always remember that. Before anyone else's you're your own. Remember that "

" save the heart, you moron " harry had laughed one day while they were discussing a silly riddle..

" Save your heart, moron " draco's reflection mocked as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Wiping away his tears, he immediately got ready and checked out of the school.

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" and you'll be running the business, right ? Like your father expects ?" She asked, over the mic..

" yes, I will be" he replied, uncrossing his legs..

" Mr.Malfoy, if you don't mind of course, after having denied last month of any sparks of your relationship with mr. Harry potter, are you In general seeing anyone then? Someone who'd take forward the malfoy name ?"

That ought to do it, possibly. Draco stared at the fraction of people waiting for his reply.

" save your heart "

" you're your own "

" mr. Malfoy ?" She asked again.

Draco broke out of his trail, suddenly becoming aware of the mic in his hand.

What the fuck was he doing ?

Suddenly everything seemed so real and all he could think of was the emerald eyes, standing in the middle of the cyclone waiting for him to take his hand..

" I'm sorry" Draco suddenly said as he stood up, dropping the mic and walking off the Little stage

" Mr. Malfoy ? Can you please answer the question?" She asked again..

Draco looked at her before for one last time he picked up the mic and said " I lied "

" what do you mean you lied ?" 2 people asked

Draco stared at everyone, his mind doing circle one more time before he found the little courage and replied

" I'm gay"

" and I love harry potter "

Will have part 2

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written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “savior complex” | M, 1.1k | thanks @moonstruckwytch for the beta 💕

“I’ll pick you up from the Portkey office,” Harry says quietly, “when you come back.”

Draco, still flushed pink from orgasm, pointedly rolls away from Harry and off the bed. “It’s just three days, for work. It’s not a big deal.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” Draco spits, sharp and furious. “We’re fucking.”

Closing his eyes, Harry breathes around the ache in his chest.

“I’ll pick you up.”

~

Draco sits pale and tired, curled up in the passenger seat of Harry’s car. The radio plays softly, lyrics unintelligible, and Harry keeps both hands on the wheel.

“I could’ve Apparated,” Draco says, but his tone lacks conviction.

“Apparition sucks after an international Portkey.” Harry keeps his eyes on the pools of streetlight splashed across the dark road; if he looks over towards Draco the terrifying knot of his feelings will overwhelm him.

“I didn’t know you had a car,” Draco says softly after a few moments, shifting in his seat.

“You don’t bother to ask anything about me,” Harry replies levely, and Draco inhales sharply.

“Potter, I can’t–”

“Don’t,” Harry says quietly, suddenly exhausted. “Draco, just don’t, okay? We’re almost to your flat.”

Silence falls. Harry chances a glance across the car, the afterimage of Draco flashing on the back of his eyelids even once he looks away again; pale hair, dark undereye bags, crimson knit jumper.

“Can I come by tomorrow?” Draco asks softly once Harry puts the car in park outside of Draco’s run-down block of flats. Can I come by, the very prim way Draco asks Harry to fuck him. Harry doesn’t reply, staring straight ahead until Draco sighs. “You’re fucked up too, you know,” he says. His voice is flat, a surprising lack of venom behind the words, and for the first time Harry wonders if Draco is also exhausted by this. “I know why you never let me stay the night. Try convincing me to give you more of myself when you’re ready to let me in, too.”

When the car door slams, Harry lets his forehead thunk down on the steering wheel and breathes through the threat of tears.

~

He lasts three days before he’s standing on the threshold of Draco’s flat at midnight, knocking hard.

“What the fuck kind of time is– oh,” Draco says, swaying as he opens the door. “Harry.”

All of the words on Harry’s tongue die down at the way Draco says his name; curved and soft, as though it’s something precious, so unlike the sharp way he wields Potter as a weapon. It’s the way he says Harry’s name when he comes.

“Draco, can I– can I come in?”

“Why?” Draco asks, prickly once more, his expression closed off. “You wanna fuck?”

“No– well, yes, but not just–”

“Fine,” Draco says, trailing further into his tiny studio flat. His bed takes up an alcove off to the side, and he flops down on it, already shimmying out of his pyjama pants.

“Draco,” Harry says helplessly, coming to a stop next to the foot of the bed. There are long lengths of sheer fabric strung above the bed, pink and blue and green; something out of a dreamscape. He knows the sheets here, knows Draco’s body like his own. “Stop for a second.”

Draco cuts him a look but slides his fingers away from the waistband of his pants. “Why are you here if not for this?”

“To sleep,” Harry says before immediately flushing hot with panic. “I– I just wanted to sleep next to you.”

For a moment Draco is frozen, then he sits up and warily regards Harry. “You’re here to sleep?”

“I have bad dreams,” Harry says in a rush, looking down at his clenched fists. “I have– I have nightmares and I thought if I let you see that you wouldn’t want me anymore or worse you wouldn’t even care and I–”

“Stop,” Draco says quietly, reaching out to pull Harry onto the bed and into Draco’s arms. His hands are gentle, gentler than he’s ever been.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Harry whispers, and he didn’t want to say that because it’s too much and it will scare Draco away but he’s panicking. “And I don’t even have you.”

“Ah,” Draco says into Harry’s shoulder with a wry little laugh. “You do, more than you think.”

“Draco–”

“More than I let you see,” Draco amends quietly, and Harry goes silent, still trembling in Draco’s embrace. “Let’s sleep, then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck?” Harry asks, because he knows Draco, and Draco just laughs before rolling back and pulling Harry above him. His enthusiastic response is lost in Harry’s mouth, in the slide of their skin, in the rippling heat of Harry pushing in slow with his hands wrapped around Draco’s wrists. Draco comes first with a whimper, panting Harry’s name until Harry also shudders and stills, holding Draco tight to his chest. After a moment Draco casts a cleaning charm and they slip under the covers, facing each other, holding hands tightly as though this is a different life, one where they don’t have a war behind them.

“It’s not pretty,” Harry says quietly, feeling the need to warn Draco. “My nightmares. Before we broke up Ginny said it was– bad. If you need to tell me to leave I will, I just–”

“I have them too.” Without Harry’s glasses Draco’s face is slightly blurred, but his eyes are so impossibly bright. “If you want to be here, if you mean it, I’m going to stay.”

“I do mean it,” Harry says, seeing through Draco’s words to the question underneath. Without his usual harsh facade Draco seems so vulnerable, so young, and Harry shifts to wrap his arms around Draco’s slim waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t– that I couldn’t do this before–”

“I’m not easy to hold onto,” Draco says almost apologetically, tucking himself closer to Harry, and for a brief moment Harry can’t breathe because Draco is here, letting himself be held in Harry’s arms.

“I’m fucked up too,” Harry murmurs, echoing Draco’s own words. “I just want you.” He’s never said it so plainly before– Draco’s never let him– but he knows it all the way to his bones. He wants to hold onto Draco, through sex and nightmares and dawnbreak. He wants to keep Draco warm.

“Yeah,” Draco says softly, then more desperate: “Harry. Harry.”

“I’m here.” With a flick of his fingers Harry turns down the lights entirely, throwing the room into darkness. Draco’s breath is damp on his collarbone and he presses a kiss to the soft strands of Draco’s hair. “Just… stay.”

Draco hums tiredly. “As long as you want to stay, Harry, I’ll be right here.”

Hey anon, whoever you are, hope you have a great day and here's something you should read, I request you, it's worth it- this

I literally thought about what to say but I think @drarrily-we-row-along said everything that was to. The thing is, yes maybe the drabbles might be predictable but I think I speak for everyone when I say this, aren't these drabbles or reading simply an escape from reality? Because for me this is. I'd much rather escape my cruel, harsh reality to read something that warms my heart, something that makes me giddy, something that makes people around me ask me what are you smiling for !! Really frankly anon, I challenge you to keep writing for almost 100 days straight up, keeping up with people's request, replying to a few, I challenge you, very friendly that is even.

But there's no hate without love. But allow me to tell you, there's more love for @drarrily-we-row-along than hate could ever exist, and wanna know why ? Because you can't hate her, the reason being, she puts up a smile on a 100 of faces every day and that would never be equal to a few hate comments she might recieve because from whoever, wherever you are, we are here with her to support her and will do as Long as critics exist.

And lastly, YOU ARE WORTH IT, YOUR WRITING IS WORTH IT, AND YOU MAKE ME SMILE WHEN I FEEL LIKE SHIT, SO KEEP GOING, LIKE YOU HAVE AND LIKE YOU WILL !!!!

Anon, May you find what you're looking for. We'd still give you our love.

Ok I don't want to throw hate unnecessarily fr take it as a creative criticism. At first when you started writing the drabbles I loved them too but after a while, even though the prompts changed, the concepts were just redundant( I mean the way you write out every story) At this point there's no reason to even continue writing these drabbles if it's just gonna be the same thing. It's so boring rn the same way they confess to each other in every prompt, they just suddenly confess,and also somehow end up loving each other secretly, them being so good to each other and nothing about school rivalry, I mean I know they're just drabbles but I've read what you wrote at first so I just think that you can do better. I hope what I said didn't hurt you if it did then im sorry

Hey friend!

Oof. Checking my notifications when I wake up in the middle of the night has finally bitten me in the ass.

I’ve written and rewritten this a couple of times because I’m having trouble not getting emotional about it.

Let’s start here: “I know they’re just drabbles”. You’re right, they are just drabbles. I don’t like to write things that don’t end happily, so in a drabble that’s only a few scenes long there’s only so much development I can do. I’ve actually said in several posts that I’m not a great drabble writer for this very reason. Maybe you’ll enjoy the longer, multi chapter things I’ve written when I find the time to post them. (Or maybe you won’t. 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Next: “they just suddenly confess, and also somehow end up loving each other secretly”. I like to think the ‘suddenly’ bit is because I’m bad at writing drabbles where there is limited space to build up to it, maybe that’s my pride speaking though. But ‘loving each other secretly’ is a little confusing to me. Do you mean that you’d like to see it be one-sided more often? (If that’s the case, loop back to the paragraph prior- I write things that have a sense of being happily completed.) Or do you mean that they shouldn’t be surprised that the feeling is mutual? Are you wanting one of them to confess and the other to say, “yeah, obviously. I’ve already planned our wedding.”? I just don’t get what you’re hoping for.

And I might have thought from those two bits that you meant you were sick of love confessions and want more established relationship drabbles but you go on to say that I address “nothing about their school rivalry”. In a drabble which is a couple of scenes at best I don’t have a lot of time to explore that and still end up with an ending that has them as even friends let alone together. (And these are drarry drabbles; they’re meant to end up together.)

I’m not entirely sure how to say the next bit without infusing my emotions into it. This part: “them being so good to each other” written as a complaint kind of gutted me. I don’t know what kind of world you live in, but mine feels shitty a lot of the time. I look at the world around me and I see so much pain, so much suffering, so much heart ache- I see people being unkind, people treating others disrespectfully, I see people who claim to love each other acting with anything but love. Things suck. And I can’t help but imagine that things suck for a lot of people. The world is desperate for a little tenderness. I am desperate for a little tenderness. At the end of the day, I want to put love and goodness into the world so I write about people being good to each other.

Let me briefly address these comments “I don’t want to throw hate unnecessarily but…” Justifying what you’re about to say with a precursor like that indicates that you know that the thing you’re about to say will be read that way. You reiterated it again at the end, “I hope what I said didn’t hurt your feelings”. Ooh boy. If what you want to say needs to end with an apology, maybe don’t say it, because all that says is ‘I know that I just said something hurtful but I don’t really care. I’m just trying to make myself feel like I’m still a good person’ because if you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have written it (or at the very least, you wouldn’t have sent it) in the first place. I say all of this only to ask that you not to send things like this to other people.

But you’re right. I could do better. I’m an amateur writer who only spends a couple hours a day writing fanfiction that I barely edit before I post. If I put in the time and energy I could probably write really beautiful things but I don’t have more to give at the moment. And maybe you’re right. Maybe these ficlets aren’t worth writing or reading anymore. Honestly the mean voice in my head says the same thing. My own internal monologue tells me that I am a one trick pony and asks me how many times I can possibly write about the same two idiots falling in love. As you say, the setting may change and the prompt may change, but the outcome doesn’t change.

But when that voice starts talking in my head I remember how many people have told me that the nonsense I write brightens their day. I remember the people who tell me that they love reading about the same two idiots falling in love over and over. Most importantly, I remember the people who say they want a relationship like that or that this version of Harry and Draco are “relationship goals”. I remember those people the most because if I can write something that helps people to know that they deserve to be treated like that, they deserve to be with someone who is good to them, then this isn’t a waste.

No, if my drabbles can brighten a day, or show the value of love, or help someone to know that they are worthy of love no matter what they’ve done or where they’ve come from, it’s not a waste.

And if it’s not doing that for you, if they’re boring, predictable, cliche, etc. that’s okay. Genuinely. You don’t have to like what I post. You don’t have to read what I post. Heck, you could start writing your own fanfiction so that it will be just what you want.

But I’m going to keep posting about these two being in love and being good to each other until it’s not doing any good.

Blessings on you and may you find what you’re looking for. ❤️