My Happy Place (a Drarry Texting Fic)

Epilogue

Draco.

...Astoria? Did you text the wrong number?

I'm only going to say this once. I'm willing to be a bit... Kinder. But it wouldn't have been impossible without Harry. I demanded he come so Scorpius could meet him and then he talked me into easing up on you.

What?

Yeah. He's that good. Harry cares about you. He's upset with you but he couldn't say no, anyway. So you better get your head out of your ass and talk to him. Got it? Don't ruin this, too.

Yeah... Okay. Thanks, Tori.

Don't call me that.

Sorry.

Move quickly, Malfoy, tick tock. He's heartbroken because he really freaking likes you for some reason. And you're going to fix it.

Okay, okay. I need to think a bit. Thank you for telling me. For talking to me at all, honestly.

Whatever. All I do I do for Scorp's good. He'll be a lot happier when he finds out we're returning to civilisation. And he'll be even happier when he hears that his father is dating the Boy Who Lived.

Give him a kiss for me.

For you? I'd rather burn.

Glad to have you back.

Glad to be back. Who else is going to make you feel like shit on a daily basis? Gotta kick you off your high horse when you and Harry Potter start fucking. I should've seen the signs really, you were obsessed with him way back when.

Harry was having a pretty normal day. He'd gone to visit Ron and Ginny, receiving a box of homemade cookies from Mrs Weasley who was trying to make up for lost time. And he was just taking a bite of one when he got a call from Draco. He wanted to ignore it, he really did but he figured he might as well hear the man out. Maybe they could both get some closure from it.

"Hi, bunny. Please just let me finish before you reply to anything. Okay?
I am a coward. That was clear enough when I'd come at you as a child instead of accepting my feelings. And I'm still just as pathetic and cowardly today cos I'm running from you, again. Because I'm scared of how soft and vulnerable you make me... I'm scared of how easily I can see a life with you... I'm scared that you'll get tired of me some day when I already know I could never get tired of you... I'm scared of letting myself have some happiness for one of the few times in my bleak life. This... Us... You... It's all new and amazing and it terrifies me. Okay?"

"I understand, Draco, I do but it doesn't change the fact that I want y-"

"Really? Really, Harry? You don't remember, huh? Have you simply chosen to forget how my involvement in the war ruined people's lives and yours?"

"I... Please don't... Remind me of the war. It might umm... trigger me. Every time a reporter or stranger on the street asks about it, my nightmares and uh migraines always seem to worsen. Must be deliberate, my brain punishing me for daring to think about it at all."

"I... Shit. I'm sorry. I've already fucked this up."

"It's okay. You'll learn with time. My mental issues do kind of make me more difficult to deal with, if you can handle that ha."

"I'd love to handle that. Handle you." Harry swallowed, instantly turning beetroot and Draco cursed himself for how that might have sounded. "Sorry. Shit. Why am I such a- umm... If you're still sure you want this, you have to understand that I'm gonna try my hardest to do right by you but I cannot promise perfection. How could I? I'm broken and depressed. But I promise you something. That I'll never stop trying, fighting the demons so I can make you as happy as I can cos see... The thing is... I did it. My patronus. I finally did it."