HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

My Mate...

Draco Malfoy knew he shouldn't blame himself for what happened, not really. It wasn't his fault his soul had been completely depleted at the time, which led him to follow commands like a bloody robot and be unable to think . But he still did. How could he not when his participation in the war was probably the final straw. He had driven his mate away entirely and could never get him back.

So, he lived. One day after another, all of them virtually the same. He woke up, went to work, tried (and failed) to get his morning latte, handed in reports, then went home and laid awake at night. He was never tired the next morning, though. He was never...anything really. Draco only felt what he did right before his blackout in the war: absolutely nothing. He knew when he needed to do something, but never felt satisfaction or relief when it was done or anxiety when it wasn't. He also knew when he wanted something, like his coffee, but he wasn't upset when he didn't get it.

The only time Draco felt something was during those trips to the coffee cart in the lobby of the Aurors' work building. He was always kept at the back of the line no matter how many people arrived after him. When, sometimes an hour later, he arrived at the window, Karl the coffee guy sneered down at him and kept making up excuses why he couldn't have his latte.

'Sorry, Malfoy. The machine ain't working anymore.'

'No Lattes today. We just ran out of coffee beans.'

'Milk went bad last night. If you want a Turkish with no sugar, I am happy to oblige.'

Malfoy, unable to detect lies or sarcasm, was too busy believing whatever bullshit excuse Karl came up with to notice that Harry Potter always watched the scene from a distance, his own coffee in hand, with pity and sadness in his eyes.

So, on the seventh day in a row when Draco came back expecting Karl to actually serve him, the blonde didn't understand why everyone was snickering as he was handed the latte.

Must be some joke they didn't share with me...

Of course, that's when Harry decided to make an appearance, having seen Karl cast a strange charm on the blonde's coffee. He 'accidentally' bumped into Malfoy, sending the cup splattering onto the ground so he would never be subject to whatever that charm was meant to do.

"Hey, watch where you're -" Draco started, only to be silenced by a strange feeling that could only be characterized as a longing.

It's my mate

My mate who doesn't want me

My mate who I can never have

"Sorry, Malfoy. You know how clumsy I am." Harry said in a hurry, not wanting to tell Draco the true reason behind the brunette's strange actions.

He doesn't know

How can he not recognize that he gets death glares whenever he goes?

Does he not feel the hexes that are sent his way literally all the time?

How can I tell him that everyone hates him?

How can I possibly tell him that?

Even Malfoy doesn't deserve what they're doing to him.

Harry felt sorry for the blonde and had a strong urge to protect him against the entire world. The brunette had been shown violence and hatred on countless occasions. He knew how it felt and it hurt him to witness it being done to others, especially someone he has known since he was eleven. Sure, Draco had made some bad choices, but if that healer's testimony was true, the blonde didn't have control over any of it. And, judging by how oblivious Malfoy was to everyone else's clear and blatant reactions to him, the healer was right. Draco Malfoy was, indeed, a sociopath. But they shouldn't be making fun of him. Even if he doesn't know it. It's not right. He deserves better. It's not like he can control it!

Draco couldn't answer him. He couldn't do anything but stand there, beside a puddle of hot coffee, and gape at his soulmate, the one that broke him. He suddenly felt a strong wave of devastation clawing inside of him. He almost bent over due to the pain.

Stop!

I need this to stop!

But he couldn't leave his mate, who was asking him about his day and rambling on about Auror assignments. He couldn't fathom the thought of being anywhere but beside him. He wanted to be beside Harry forever. He briefly wondered how he could've let the past decade go by without seeking his beautiful mate out.

A decade

That's how long my mate has known me

It only took one second for him to reject me

To decide I wasn't worth his time

And he never sought me out again

Why?

Does he find me that awful?!

Am I that bad of a veela?

"Malfoy? Did you hear what I said?" he heard his mate say through his thoughts.

"Sorry, Harry. I didn't." he said instantly, kicking himself mentally for not paying attention. His mate shouldn't have to repeat himself. His mate was so kind and generous for even taking the time to talk to Draco in the first place.

Harry looked taken aback by the use of his first name, but quickly shook his head and smiled . He actually smiled at Draco! The blonde never wanted that smile gone again.

"That's alright. Well, I suppose that's my fault. Can't focus without your coffee, yeah?" he asked, then chuckled nervously at his own joke. Draco's insides warmed. He had never felt that way before. The blonde was actually... happy for the first time in his life. He felt joy and he never wanted it to go away, never wanted Harry to go away.

"Anyway, I was asking if you were happy where you are. I mean, it can't be nice to have to proofread and submit case and field reports for all the Aurors who don't have partners. Wouldn't you be happier if you had one, a partner that is?"

The brunette was nervous. Draco thought his mate was adorable. He almost didn't even answer the question, too mesmerized by Harry . Then, a weird inner voice scolded him for not being a good veela.

Think. Think.

How do you feel about this?

Answer your mate!

Make him happy!

"I am usually indifferent." he murmured and watched as a slight sparkle made itself known in Harry's green eyes.

"Usually?" the brunette asked a little breathlessly, presumably waiting for an explanation.

The blonde dug deeper, determined to give his mate whatever he asks for. Draco was surprised when he found himself actually having an opinion on the workload, after all.

"Now that I think about it, it is a bit unfair that case Aurors with partners get paid as much as I do yet do a lot less work. Perhaps it would be better with a partner," he said, gauging his mate's reaction to see if this was what he wanted to hear. It seemed he had said the right thing, though, because Harry smiled even more, then quickly bid the blonde goodbye and raced off.

Draco watched as the brunette left, feeling every inch of distance between them cut open his heart, causing him to bleed out. Suddenly, his emotions were yanked away from him, following his mate into the elevator, leaving him behind entirely. He blinked twice, then silently went back to Karl's window, wondering why his co-workers were still snickering.