Harry Potter and the Mystery Mate {Drarry}

Chapter 15: Shit happens. Get over yourself.

(Draco's POV)

Draco waited. And he waited. And he waited some more. But no matter how long Draco waited, Harry didn't come.

Well it had been 4 minutes.

Maybe Draco was overreacting? But while Draco Lucius Malfoy was many things, patient he was not. So Draco tried to think, to figure out why Harry hadn't shown his scarred face yet.

And then it hit him. This morning. The Daily Prophet. Someone had leaked Harry's secret. But...surely Harry didn't think Draco was the one who told the daily prophet about him being a veela!

How could Draco do that? If he did, the heading of the daily prophet would have been, "EX-DEATH EATER DRACO MALFOY WAS CAPTURED WHILE TRYING TO TELL THE MEDIA ABOUT THE FAMOUS POTTAH BEING A VEELA WHO'S MATED TO NONE OTHER THAN SAID DEATH EATER!"

Ok so maybe the Daily Prophet would have thought of a catchier title than that. But Draco wasn't working for the Daily Prophet. Coming up with catchy headings wasn't his job.

Wait. Hold up. Harry didn't know that Draco was Draco. He didn't know his mate's identity. Which means Harry didn't know all the reasons why Draco could never have given up the Chosen One's secret.

Ugh. Why was life so hard?

Draco needed to tell Harry he didn't do anything. But Draco couldn't just waltz into the Gryffindor common rooms. And he couldn't talk to Harry face to face during classes without exposing himself. Oh the woes of being a wanted criminal!

After some thinking, the solution came to him. Draco would write Harry a letter. He'd use one of the school owls, so Harry'd have no idea who wrote the letter, and the letter would give no indication of who Draco was. He'd sign the letter as "Dragon".

Wow, Draco was a genius. Who said pretty boys have no brains? Draco was the handsomest and the smartest boy at this idiotic school—in his totally unbiased opinion, of course.

As a ferret, Draco made his way to the owlery. Once he got there, he grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill, and a pot of ink, all of which was already at the owlery for students' use.

It took Draco a minute of tapping his quill on his chin, to come up with the words he would write. He needed to string together his mad, ranting, thoughts into coherent sentences that didn't sound like Draco was angry. Well, didn't sound like Draco was that angry.

Finally Draco finished writing his letter, and with instructions to deliver the letter during breakfast, gave it to a bland, unimportant owl. Its name was Tom.

~~Time skip brought to you by my adoration of the Throne of Glass series by sjm~~

(Harry's POV)

Harry sat slumped at the Gryffindor table, pushing around the food on his plate with his fork. He didn't have the energy to eat. He hadn't even had the energy to leave his dorm. It had taken the combined effort of Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Lavender Brown to get Harry Potter out of bed.

In the end it was Lavender who had convinced Harry to leave his room. Lavender seemed to be the only one who talked straight to Harry. She didn't sugarcoat anything, or lie to make him feel better. Harry liked that.

Harry didn't have energy for lies. He had had one chance. One chance! One chance to find his happily ending. Harry's whole life had been one struggle after another. The Dursleys. The philosopher's stone. The chamber of secrets. The supposed death of his godfather. The number of times the whole school had turned their backs on him. The Triwizard Tournament. Umbridge. Finding the horcruxes. Loosing everything and everyone.

Happily ever after was supposed to mean his life got easier. That it got happier. No more struggles. No more pain. Just content-ness and genuine smiles.

But apparently Harry James Potter hadn't been through enough yet to warrant his happily ever after. So no, after this blow, Harry did not have the patience for half-truths and lies.

Lavender's exact words had been, "Shit happens. Get over it. When you get knocked down, get back up and push the ones who knocked you down so far down into hell that they can't see the damn sun anymore." Then a pause, "or you can stay in bed pathetically, like a fragile little flower that can't take any wind. Your choice." And then Lavender had walked away, as if she hadn't given a damn. She probably didn't. They weren't best friends. They hadn't even been friends for the years they had been at Hogwarts before the war.

Lost in thought, about his sucky life, Harry didn't notice the owls come in delivering mail. That is, not until one landed right in front of him, knocking over a glass of milk that Harry hadn't been planning on drinking anyways.

Harry scrutinized the owl. It was a typical gray owl. One of the many gray owls that were at the school for student use. Nothing special about it. (Poor Tom. Harry's brutal.😭) On the owl's leg, was a letter tied with a red ribbon.

Harry hesitantly extracted the letter from the owl. The owl ate some too-salty (in Harry's opinion) scrambled eggs  from his plate, before flying away. Harry let the parchment unfurl.
The letter read:

Dear Harry Oblivious Pottah,

You are an idiot. I did not tell the prophet about you being a veela. I have a life ya know. I have more important things to worry about than you being a veela. This may come as a shock to you, but my life does not revolve around you. I don't care if your secret is out or not. Frankly, it does not make my life any harder, so I don't care if the world knows Saint Pottah is a veela.

You can keep meeting with me, or you can stop. It's your damn choice. You're the one who started these ridiculous meetings in the first place. If you don't show tonight, I'll assume you took the idiotic path (your usual route,) and still think I'm the one who told the prophet.

🐉 Dragon 🐉

Harry couldn't help but smile. His mate didn't think he was special. Harry was just a normal human to him. For the first time in a long time, Harry took a bite of food.

A/N: I know. I'm a disgrace. *hides face in shame*. I haven't updated in weeks! I'm soooo sorry. I have no good excuse. I'm here to grovel at all of your feet, and ask for your forgiveness. Shall you forgive me?

✨IMPORTANT✨: I'm not going to be updating for awhile. I'm really really sorry, but I decided to do something. I don't know if you've heard of Nanowrimo, but I did it in November, and I actually completed it. Now I found out the same thing is going to happen again in April, and I decided to do it again. For those of you who don't know what Nanowrimo is, it's this event where you write 1,167 words every day for a month, for a total of 50,000 words by the end of the month towards a novel. So why don't I do it for this book? Well you're supposed to start a new project and somewhat finish it from start to finish by the end of the month. I'm not gonna write a fanfic, it'll be my own, original work from the confusion I call my brain. It also won't be on Wattpad, it'll be a private thing I'll be writing for only my eyes (because I'm sure it'll be verrrrrrry bad.) So because I'll be writing 1,167 words a day, I won't also be able to update this book. It's only for the month of April. After that I should be able to continue this. I'm really sorry. So I probably won't update again till after the event is over, because I need to come up with plot and stuff. Sooooo sorry!

This chapter is published at 12:23 am, on Sunday, March 21, 2021. Though to me is still feels like the 20th.