HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

They Don't Understand - Part 2

Draco was worried sick. Harry had left to get a pen from his best friend and never returned. He even went to the red-head himself, but all he got was a "sod off, Malfoy. He doesn't need to tell you where he's going all the time. Maybe he just left early."

The blonde felt at a twinge at the insinuation that he wasn't important enough for his mate to tell him that he'd leave him early. But that didn't really matter. He was more worried about where his mate was and whether he was alright.

Draco didn't need to wonder or worry for too long, though. A few minutes after he got home, Harry was knocking his door down. The blonde's heart broke when he saw the brunette. His mate's face was almost red with fury, but the look he cast at Draco was the saddest one the blonde had ever seen.

"Y-you're w-worse than them, you know?" he shouted, "Y-you- at least they were being honest about hating me! And - and at least Ron is trying to make me feel better, even if he's doing it in the crappiest way possible! But you h-have t-to play all these m-mind games with m-me and g-get me to l-like you so it would h-hurt worse when you-you betray me!"

What are you talking about?!

What mind games?

I would never do that to you.

Who are 'they'?

The blonde didn't even realize he was screaming the words out loud in a shrill voice until his mate turned a brighter shade of red and advanced towards Draco, who stepped back until they were both in the house then shut the door. Harry jumped when he heard the door close, presumably too drunk to be aware of what was happening around him. Then, he turned back towards Draco and started chuckling bitterly, then slurred.

"The game is up, Malfoy! I know you and that bogus healer faked that medical report in court. I know you broke the law to escape Azkaban. And I know you are just pretending to like me so I won't report you or demote you or- I don't know why you're doing it, but you just are!"

Draco felt his eyes become wet at Harry's hurtful words. How could his mate think he didn't like him? Draco loves Harry so much it hurts.

The brunette just shook his head when he saw the tears running down Draco's cheeks.

"Y-you can d-drop the act, M-Malfoy. I know you don't care about me!" Harry screamed, both his hands clenched at his sides, then looked at the ground and sniffled.

"Calm down, mate." Draco whispered, then started stroking Harry's muscular arm in a comforting gesture. He didn't know what made him say it; it just came out instinctively and it seemed to be helping Harry somehow. The brunette stopped shaking so badly and obliged when the blonde asked him to sit on the couch.

"Harry, I would never lie to you, ever. I-" Draco started, putting a lot of effort into not touching the sad brunette at all. His heart was breaking with every second that passed without him making his mate feel better.

"Yes, you would! You would." Harry sobbed out, interrupting him, "Everybody does. Every-everyone betrays me and manipulates me and hurts me and I-I try to give them the b-benefit of the-the doubt, but I-I always end up a-alone."

Who?

Who did that to you?!

I'll kill them!!

NO ONE HURTS MY MATE !

Suddenly, the blonde felt a sharp, burning pain in his hands and turned to see that his fingertips were morphing into talons. He held in a gasp and shoved both of them under his thighs in an effort to hide them from Harry, who was still sniffling sadly next to the blonde. Draco looked up and saw that Harry didn't seem to be convinced that the blonde cared about him. Draco's whole body shook with a different kind of pain. He felt a strange prickling sensation flood everywhere within him, poking him under his skin. His entire body was begging him to do something, but he didn't know what that was. Not knowing what else to do, he surrendered his body completely to his instincts, surprised when they caused him to lunge forward and wrap his arms around Harry, who thrashed in resistance. The blonde gasped again as he felt his skin radiate an odd kind of magic. Suddenly, his mate seemed to calm down considerably and stopped thrashing. Seconds later, Harry broke down, his entire body shaking wildly as he cried his eyes out, wetting Draco's shoulder.

"Harry, I don't know who or what you're talking about and why you're this upset, but if you tell me, I promise I'll do everything in my power to make it alright again." Draco murmured softly after Harry stopped crying.

It's my job to do that

My entire life's purpose

The only thing that could make me happy!

What good am I for if I can't even make my mate happy?!

Please stop being in pain.

But his mate had fallen asleep in his arms, calmed by the weird sensation that the veela was giving off. Draco gently laid him down on the couch, then crooned as he watched his beautiful, perfect mate sleep soundly. It took a couple of seconds for him to snap out of it and realize what he was doing was creepy, at which point he called Emmyl and asked him to take Harry to a guest bedroom and tuck him in.

"I did as you asked, Draco. Even though bastard Potter doesn't deserve it." the elf squeaked when he apparated into Draco's room half an hour later, then muttered to himself, "Accusing you of such horrible crimes when you've been nothing but kind to him."

"Emmyl!" Draco said, horrified that the elf was insulting his mate, yet holding back a wide smile at how protective his friend was over him. A minute later, Emmyl had not left the room.

"Is there something else you wanted to talk about without insulting my mate?" Draco asked, still a bit annoyed by the elf's earlier remark. Emmyl just shifted his feet and looked at the ground biting his lip.

"Harry Potter talks in his sleep. I know what's bothering him. Would you like to know?" the elf said, then quickly continued, when Draco looked like he was going to refuse, "I was just thinking if you make it go away, then maybe Harry potter will love you and take his rejection back and you will be normal again."

Draco sighed. He didn't want to explain to his cute, innocent best friend why life just didn't work like that. Then he really thought about Emmyl's words. He didn't want to invade his mate's privacy, but Harry was just so devastated. Draco didn't want to see him that upset ever again! It was his job to make his mate feel better, after all... Seeing Harry happy again was also a huge upside.

"Tell me what upset him, Emmyl."