Hopeful Love - Drarry One-shots

Cold & Hopeless

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter weren't always interested in each other. But as soon as it started, it seemed like it would never stop. The rush, the energy, the lack of control. Everything made these two so bonded. A bond like nobody had ever seen before.

Truly, it seemed like this passionate love story would stick around, last forever.

But nothing lasts forever.

Draco and Harry had been growing more and more distant as more and more of the energy they once had was stripped from them. The start of their relationship was so full of flames that as quickly as it had lit, it had started to burn out. They were in love, yes, but this kind of love was not something they ever wanted.

Harry felt this happening as soon as it had started. He knew Draco had, too. They both were quite good at catching the little things. Yet they remained together, draining each other of any and all passion they had left. To some, it seemed like they'd never love again.

Hermione had constantly talked to Harry about communication.

"Communication is so important, Harry. You have to talk to him to get to the bottom of it. Or would you rather live with this horrible feeling forever?" She would say. And every time she did, Harry had the exact same response.

"No. I'm not bringing this into our relationship. It's bad enough already. I'll just wait it out, and we'll see. Maybe it'll get better on it's own. Like-"

"Magic. Like magic. Harry, that isn't how this works. You know that. It's quite unfortunate, really, with us being wizards and all." She would say.

And every night he would floo back home to his and Draco's apartment and every night he would find that Draco had already gone to bed without him. Every night he would find leftover food on the table, by now far too cold to eat. Every night he would toss it into the disposal and get ready for bed.

Every night felt colder than the last as he slept next to his distant boyfriend.

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Harry flooed home early from work as he had been able to get off earlier than usual to find Draco standing by the screen door, staring out into the distance. Harry hesitated for a moment and then set his things down and slowly walked towards the figure by the glass.

Draco said nothing as Harry approached. He stopped a little behind Draco and angled his head to see what Draco was gazing out at. Of course, it was nothing. Empty roads. Empty fields. Emptiness.

"It looks exactly how it feels." Draco eventually said. It was so quiet Harry had to consider he even heard it right.

Harry chose not to respond and remained behind him, as if he were a shadow.

"I wonder why we ever got together. I wonder why we ever fell in love. I wonder why you're even still here with me. There's nothing left for us now. It's all gone. Out there." Draco spoke slowly and calmly, still staring out of the glass.

Harry stood uncomfortably behind him, but this time he chose to respond.

"We were in love. We had something beautiful, and we were just eager for more." He said thoughtfully.

"But why are you still here? Why do you stay here with me, freezing in this cold house and trying to keep something that just hasn't been here in so long?" Draco swiveled around to stare at Harry.

Harry gazed into those beautiful grey eyes that were full of pain and longing for what felt like ages before he spoke again.

"I believe that if I stay, we can somehow mend this back together. I know I can't love anyone else because I still love you, Draco. I want to stay because part of me knows that if I leave, that's it. There may not be anything for me here, but there's nothing else for me anywhere else, either." He said, his voice cracking at the truth spilling from his mouth.