My Happy Place (a Drarry Texting Fic)

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@draconian Harry what the fuck are all these pics with ur ex?? And then you disappear off the net too? These boys omg... Draco is in crisis! I know we and ur fans don't see eye to eye often but we love him so please, if you care about him at all, go make sure he doesn't do something stupid.

@potterhead Exactly! Top comment sibling, as you deserve.

@mouthbreather Harry is with someone else, Draco and him aren't friends, shut it you useless drarries.

@defenderofthedrarries We don't have the time to reply back and forth to any useless comments, everyone. Harry, if you see just one of our comments. Just one. I know you'll do the right thing. I don't care if you're enemies, friends or lovers. The point is you two aren't strangers so talk to him. Maybe he'll listen to you.

Harry was finally back from his visit to the Weasleys. He'd taken some time off the internet to clear his head but now that he was opening it, he was flooded with notifications. He checked his personal cell first, arching a brow at the unknown number that had spammed him.

There was Hermione saying Pansy was freaking out and he had to talk to her, or Draco, or somebody. Apparently Hermione had given Pansy his number, the stranger was her. He scrolled through quickly, just wanting to try speaking to Draco as quickly as possible. But her most recent words made him slow down a bit.

He forgave me for pretty much everything. Said it himself. He'd done bad things too and all. But what really made us stop being friends back then? Me trying to fuck you over during the war. He didn't understand why I would ever think of doing such a thing to you after all that had happened and to be honest... I don't, either. Survival, I guess? I was used to thinking a certain way and stuck to it. Stupid younger me.

He cared for you so much more than you'll ever know, right from our first year... No matter how hard he tried to fight it, it was always there. So please dude, I need to know he's okay.

Harry, I know you two are close. At least to some extent. I don't know how much. He told me before he left for Astoria's that he finally pushed you away. But don't let him. Please don't. He isn't talking to anyone but maybe he'll respond to you. Just try. Whatever the idiot said, he didn't mean it, I swear, just try. I cannot lose that boy, Harry, do you understand me? Please fucking open your phone God!!!

What the fuck am I supposed to do now..

You might be the only one he messages back right now. He's put some strong spell around his house. I can't get in. And believe me, I've tried. I really am not sure what to do, now. I hate being fucking helpless. So there's you. He needs you, he'll talk to you. And I need you to help me save my friend or honestly... I'm not sure what I'll do if he dies, Harry. I'm begging you, pick up the fucking phone. Talk to him. Call him. Anything at all just try, I need a sign of life before I can breathe easy again.

I thought you were the hero type, where the hell did you disappear to?? This kind of thing is right in your alley. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna text you again tomorrow and you better be back by then, I've got no other options.

Harry remembered the last time they had spoken. Immature and emotionally stunted. Those were the last two things... No. They wouldn't be. Not that it wasn't true but either way, that wasn't how he was going to end things with Draco. No one was going anywhere. So, terrified out of his mind, he texted Draco, planning to spam him with calls after if he didn't reply.

Draco?

Hi. Thought you said I had to apologise first.

Well, you didn't.