HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

What Are you Hiding?

Harry sat at dinner, eating slowly while not-so-subtly eyeing the blonde next to him. It didn't matter that he wasn't being discrete. Malfoy seemed to be loving the attention since he blushed and smiled at Harry multiple times.

"Sorry that Emmyl had to leave us early. I bet he really wanted to spend time with you." the blonde told him.

Harry huffed. He hated it when Malfoy did that. It was alright for him to suspect and actively investigate his partner's lies when his partner was an asshole. But Draco was so kind, so sweet and so considerate. It drove the brunette mad.

Why are you being so nice?!

The only reasonable explanation the brunette could come with was that his and Hermione's theories came hand-in-hand. Draco was faking being a sociopath while simultaneously faking kindness around Harry because he wanted something.

That explanation enraged Harry further. He was mad at the idea that his new-found friendship with Malfoy was all a bunch of lies. The blonde seemed to understand Harry so well...

He thought of filing a report with the ministry, alerting them that the healer's testimony in court was a fake, but he didn't have any proof.

Yet.

"It's alright." Harry gritted out, then a brilliant idea formed in his head. He knew Malfoy, the real Malfoy, and the real Malfoy couldn't stand Harry Potter. Malfoy wouldn't last another week if Harry started pushing his buttons. The brunette wouldn't even have to do anything difficult. The more he was himself around Malfoy, the more the blonde would be appalled. That's how it always was between them, after all. If Harry got the blonde wound up enough, maybe Malfoy wouldn't pay attention to what he was saying and confess. Then, the brunette would take that memory right to the ministry. It was a foolproof plan.

"If you're asking because I look upset," Harry started, then continued when Draco looked at him with curiosity, "I have, indeed, been a bit sad lately."

"Do you want to talk about it?" the blonde asked softly, looking the brunette in the eye. Harry choked on his food. He hadn't been expecting that. Surely Malfoy doesn't care...

The brunette went on for two hours about the recent debate in the ministry about whether muggleborn testimonies should be taken at the same value as those of purebloods.

"I-I just thought we were past this." he stammered finally, "It's been three years since the war and you'd think that the horrors of that war alone would make the ministry see reason. But, no, they're just as arrogant and close-minded as they've always been. They should've been replaced the second that Voldemort was killed, all of them. I know they've been working on programs to include recent graduates and try to 'improve' their system, but it doesn't really work if the ones holding the true power could just say no to whatever the new recruits propose, you know?"

"I understand your point." he heard the blonde say, jumping in surprise. Harry had picked that topic of conversation on purpose, positive it would enrage Malfoy and cause him to drop the concerned friend act, which would indirectly confirm Harry's beliefs. But, along the line, the brunette had forgotten about the blonde's presence altogether and spoke from the heart entirely. He was glad to finally have someone who would listen to him and not flinch every time he brought up the war (Ron and Hermione), or ignore all that he was saying and ask why they haven't gotten together yet (Ginny), or just say some nonsense that he could not,for the life of him, understand (Luna). Everyone else scolded him and said that the war was too much of a traumatic experience for Harry to bring up openly within the conversation.

But Malfoy simply just...listened. He didn't even interrupt once, didn't even wince when Harry had described the bloodshed he had witnessed in the war. It was just what the brunette needed.

"Y-you do?"

The blonde, whose eyes were suddenly very sad, just nodded slowly and looked down at the table, whispering "I know what it's like to be judged for something you can't control. It's very frustrating and hurtful. I wouldn't ever wish it on anyone, especially so many people. Muggleborns are humans, just like everyone else in the wizarding world. It's not like they've committed some heinous crime and deserve to have their privileges revoked. On the contrary, crimes have been committed against them and they need justice now more than they ever did before. When I think about what happened to them-"

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about Malfoy?!" Harry shouted, unable to keep his anger at bay. How dare the blonde compare being judged as a death eater to being judged as a muggleborn? "You can't compare yourself to them. It's not the same thing by a long shot!"

"You-you're right. Of course, you are. It's not the same. I don't get to complain. I wasn't- I just thought - you were talking openly for the first time and sharing and - You know what? It's stupid. I'm stupid. Nevermind. Please excuse me." Malfoy whispered immediately when Harry finished shouting. Though it seemed like he was whispering it to himself more than the brunette. Harry watched as the blonde exited the dining room all together and went into the furthest restroom down the hall. Suddenly, he felt freakishly small hands hit his arm.

It was Emmyl, who was giving Harry a death glare.

"You can't say things like that to Draco! He's very sensitive!" the elf shrieked, stomping his feet on the ground, "He didn't belittle your pain, so why did you yell at him about his?!"

"Of course, he doesn't belittle my pain because mine wasn't my own damn fault, unlike his." Harry huffed out, "I don't know how you can be friends with someone like him."

The elf started whimpering, then got a pillow off the couch and started hitting Harry with it.

"Leave right now! Draco deserves kindness and love, not whatever you're doing! You're hurting him! Get out."

The elf kept speaking quietly and hitting Harry with the pillow until the brunette had been physically pushed to the floo. Emmyl refused to listen when Harry asked why the elf was so upset over and over again.

Finally, Harry deflated and left, but not before Emmyl's final warning.

"If you are mean to him at work, I'll know."

"Where did Harry go?" Draco asked as he stepped into the dining room to find Emmyl clearing the table. The elf shook his head gently.

"I didn't know he was allergic to peanuts. He had to leave to take his medicine." the elf whispered bitterly, but the blonde didn't even notice the tone. Panic spread through Draco's body faster than fiendfyre and threatened to drown him.

Is my mate going to be alright?!

Emmyl noticed this and quickly jumped to calm Draco down.

"He was alright. It is a very mild reaction. He said he could easily come back here after taking his medicine, that he'd be fine then."

"He's coming back, then?" Draco asked cheerfully, then frowned when Emmyl shook his head.

"He said he doesn't want to get you sick. He insisted." the elf said, then wanted to slap himself for how illogical that excuse was.

"Oh, perhaps he'd be happy if we made him a treacle tart without any nuts, then." the blonde said, a slight smile forming on his face as he skipped into the kitchen.

Emmyl blinked twice, not sure how to react to what had just happened. The elf knew he was a terrible liar and that he especially couldn't lie to Draco. The blonde had always been able to see through him. How come he had believed Emmyl this time, despite how ridiculous the lies were? Draco surely remembered that Harry had all but initiated a fight before he left and that allergies weren't contagious. Emmyl shrugged it off, telling himself that the blonde was just too affected by his veela instincts to notice, but, deep down, he knew something was terribly wrong with Draco.