My Happy Place (a Drarry Texting Fic)

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It was just another day, spent feeling utterly numb. It was funny how his followers claimed to love him so much, yet, no one ever seemed to notice the deadness in his eyes. Perhaps it was because they'd rather focus on the positive message where he asked them to take care of themselves. Or maybe he was just that good at acting that no one noticed. Either way, he released his newest video after some editing and let out an exhale now that the work was done, about to treat himself to his first meal for the day aka a single green apple from his fridge when he got a text.

Please come over?

Draco was a little stunned for a moment. But if Harry was desperate enough to ask, that meant he was going through it. Still, he quickly remembered what happened last time he was there and decided to call Harry, instead. Maybe he just needed to vent a bit.

"Hey, bunny. What's wrong?"

"I... Umm... I had a really, really bad one, yesterday. Nightmare, I mean. I won't bore you with the details but it was just a lot of death, starting with the child I never got to meet and his mother. When I had Ginny, falling asleep was easier cos I knew I'd wake up next to her. I knew I would be okay. I mean... She would shake me out of it. And she would take care of me, no matter how many times I said I didn't need her to. She would make me tea and hug me and... And now, she's gone. And it's as bad as when it first began. I'm glad she and Luna hit it off. She deserves every happiness, that woman. You can never go wrong trusting a Weasley."

"You're rambling, Potter. I fail to see how you missing your ex-wife's brewing skills is any of my problem...?" A voice in his head instantly called him a twat for that and he resisted the urge to smack his forehead as hard as he possibly could, not wanting to worry Harry with the sound.

"Can you come? Draco, please, I'm scared... I'm scared. I keep thinking about... Everything. Please come. We don't have to talk, just be here. I know it makes you feel a little uncomfortable but please, Malfoy, I'm practically begging here and you know I wouldn't do that unless I really needed some help-"

"Don't know about practically, I'd say this is some grade-A sleuthing." Again. You're a fucking twat. A prick. A piece of shit that the universe hates too much to snuff out quick. "Fine. But I'm not making you tea, not for a million galleons."

"Thank you Draco."

"Course, mate."

Mate? That felt like a straight-up hate crime and Harry couldn't keep himself from flinching, letting out another soft thank you before Draco hung up.

Without wasting any more time, he found his portkey and apparated right into Harry's living room. Harry slid out of his bed when he heard Draco grumble on the other side of his door, flushing when he flung it open. Draco couldn't hide his confusion at his shyness. Seeing him act like this was unnecessarily adorable and he just wanted the playful, fiery part of Harry he'd been going back and forth with for these few months to pop out and distract his mind from how fucking pretty he was.

"Why are you being so squirmy?"

"I could've been naked, dammit Malfoy!" He blinked twice and burst out laughing. Of all things, that was the first thing Harry could say to him? The brunette huffed, his cheeks still dusted in pink and yeeted a pillow in Draco's direction, rolling his eyes when the man easily dodged it.

"Shame you weren't. I'm already bored." The brunette finally rose his head to meet his eyes and blinked up at him through long lashes. Draco was suddenly finding it a harder task to breathe and cleared his throat, turning away to gaze around the room.

"You're always bored."

"Yeah, well, life's always uninteresting."

"I don't think so. You just... Don't look hard enough, maybe? I mean, just look around you."