𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 | 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦

Harry and Draco got closer over the week. They never went further than kissing, but Harry was actually starting to like Draco's perverted jokes. He slept in Draco's bed every night. It was great.

Until Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to ask the question.

"What are we?"

They were cuddling on the couch. Harry was between Draco's legs and had his head on Draco's stomach while the blond read to him. Draco's heart almost stopped when his small lover asked that question.

"Huh?" He asked trying to stay calm.

"What are we?" Harry repeated looking up.

Draco was mentally panicking. Of course, he wanted Harry to be his. Scratch that, Harry was his. However, he had never been in a serious relationship. He'll probably fuck it up. He'll probably hurt Harry in the process, and he doesn't want Harry hurt. And he doesn't ever want Harry hurt.

So instead he chuckled and decided to be sarcastic. "We're human, Harry," he said almost nervously.

Harry wanted to slap him upside the head. "You know what I mean, Draco," he said scared of what the answer would be.

"No, I don't," Draco said not meeting Harry's painful gaze. Harry already knew this would probably end in yelling and tears.

"Fine, since you wanna play dumb," Harry said angrily getting off of Draco. "What I mean is, what are we? Are we boyfriends? Are we friends? Do we just kiss and cuddle? Do we just comfort each other with kisses? What are we Draco?"

Draco didn't know what to say. He wanted to be boyfriends. He wanted to be official. He wanted nothing more. But he couldn't say it. So he didn't.

"Why are you asking me this?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Because I've been thinking about it all day. And I'm tired of wondering. I can't do this Draco. If you don't wanna be official that's fine but please tell me. What are we?"

Draco knew he should've been honest. He knew he shouldn't have said what was about to come out of his mouth. He knew he would hurt Harry. But it was hard for him to commit to something. It was hard for him to commit to Harry. And he hated himself for it.

Harry on the other hand knew exactly what was going on in Draco's head. He knew how Draco really felt. But he couldn't deal with commitment issues right now. He needed something different.

"Draco," He stated calmly. "Please tell the truth. Because I can't deal with another toxic relationship, the last one I had... didn't end well."

Draco was ignoring everything Harry was saying. It was like he was trapped in a mental battle and he couldn't get out. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't see anything. He could barely fucking breathe.

"I'll tell you what we are Harry," the blond started bitterly. Harry almost shed a tear at what was to come.

"We are nothing."

And Harry's heart shattered. He wanted to ball up and cry. But he couldn't give Draco that satisfaction. Instead, he stomped up to his room and packed his bags.

Draco followed him. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked shocked by the lack of reaction.

"I'm leaving. Going to Pansy's house. You can tell her to pick me up or you can take me there. Or I can fucking walk," Harry said fighting back tears and angrily shoving his clothes in a bag.

"Harry stop-"

"No!" Harry snapped. "The last relationship I was in started off exactly like this, and you wanna know what happened? I almost got f-fucking r-raped." At this point Harry had tears falling down his face.

"What!" Draco shouted with pure rage running through his veins. (Please- that makes no sense. Just roll with it).

Fuck. I wasn't supposed to tell him that - Harry thought annoyed with himself.

"Who raped you, Harry?" Draco asked angrily.

"No one. I wasn't raped."

"Harry," the blond said warningly.

"Don't try to change the subject!" Harry said and went back to shoving clothes into his bag.

Draco tried to remove the image of Harry being sexually assaulted out of his head, but he couldn't.

He walked towards Harry and put his hand on the short man's shoulder.

"Don't touch me, prick!"

"Harry relax," Draco said moving his hand to Harry's waist. "I know this is selfish of me and I promise after this I won't ask you for anything else, I'll leave you alone."

Another tear came down Harry's face at the thought of Draco gone from his life. "What is it?" He asked bitterly.

"One more night," Draco said with hope gleaming his eyes. "One more night cuddled together full of kisses and hugs. Then I take you to Pansy's house and leave you alone."

Harry was hesitant at first. But he eventually nodded and kissed Draco deeply. His tears wet Draco's cheeks slightly. The kiss was sloppy and sad. Yet gentle and slow. It was perfect.

And Harry agreed because he knew deep down that he needed the night too.

-End of Chapter-

Please- y'all brought me 8k reads and I brought you a fucking break up. I'm such a nice person.

Anygays have a nice day!

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