HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

No One Hurts My Mate

Harry instantly apparated out of Malfoy Manor when he woke up the next day, stumbling into directly into his own room to avoid seeing Ron, and showering in an attempt to get rid of the killer headache he had. He walked into the office not knowing what to expect. He was beyond mortified at what he had done the night before. He hadn't meant to go to Malfoy's house and yell at him or to cry in his arms...

What was that about?!

With him, I just felt so safe.

Like nothing could ever get to me.

Like he would protect me...

Harry quickly shook his head, scolding himself for his line of thoughts. Him and Malfoy were barely friends to begin with, but now that Harry revealed to Malfoy that he was suspecting him of fraud this whole time, any friendship they could've had was out the window. That was really unfortunate, since Harry was starving and in desperate need of the company of anyone who wasn't pissed off at him. He took a deep breath and walked into their office, then sat behind his desk trying hard not to think about how comforting it felt when the blonde had held him last night.

When he finally looked up, Draco had somehow moved a chair and was sitting right in front of him, setting his favorite dishes, which Emmyl probably informed him of, on the desk.

"I hope you don't mind that I used a warming charm on them. I know you hate them, but I didn't think you'd come in late." the blonde murmured, then sat across from Harry, looking the surprised brunette in the eye. Neither spoke for a few seconds, every second of silence adding to the tension Harry was already suffocating from. Just as he opened his mouth to apologize for everything he had done and said the night before and beg Malfoy to forget all of it, the blonde spoke loudly and clearly, looking Harry in the eye.

"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, lied to the Wizengamot. I do not, nor have I ever technically suffered from the illness of sociopathy. Healer Davidson was fed wrong symptoms by me and knew nothing of it." Draco said, then bent over, retrieved a small plate of peanuts, and whispered without looking at the brunette "You can take that memory to the ministry. I won't lie and I won't stop you. Frankly, being thrown in a cell would be better than working with you if you truly believe I am capable of murdering people just because they are not 'pure' or whatever."

"But you just said you weren't a sociopath!" Harry exclaimed.

How are you making me out to be the bad guy?!

You're the one who lied in court!

Why are you telling me all of this?

Surely, you don't think I'll forgive you and we'll be friends?

Do you?

The blonde sighed, playing with the peanut but not actually eating anything.

"I said I was technically never diagnosed with sociopathy. I never said I don't suffer from a similar disease." Draco murmured.

"What-" Harry started, but the blonde cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. Is that a-alright?" he whimpered. Harry looked at his wide, pleading eyes, and only then did he notice the other side of the office. Everything was in boxes. The desk and the floor beneath it were completely clean, the keys were in their locks in their drawers, which were open and empty.

He really thought I would turn him in...

But he gave me the evidence anyway?