HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

His Inner Voice

Harry stopped going to lunches. He stopped going down to Karl's coffee cart. He stopped leaving his office altogether. He didn't want to, not when Draco was there. The blonde was the highlight of Harry's day. It also helped that, since that awkward dinner with Ron and Hermione, Draco had started bringing in breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the both of them. So far, neither of them had said anything about it, but on that particular day, Harry wasn't feeling up to it. He and Ron had run into each other that morning and then, quite awkwardly, turned around and walked off in separate directions without saying a single word to each other.

"Why aren't you eating?" the blonde asked, concerned, "You didn't already have lunch today, did you?"

Is that an accusation?!

"I don't have to eat with you every day, Draco!" he gritted out, offended, "and it's none of your business whether I eat or not."

The blonde whimpered and Harry sighed. They had been getting closer that week. He had hoped Draco would grow accustomed to his outbursts and know they were nothing personal, but, apparently, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, looking down at his lap in shame, "I didn't mean that. I just - I guess my mood isn't at its best today."

Draco stopped eating altogether and instantly looked up at the brunette with wide, worried eyes. Harry finally gave in.

"Ron still isn't talking to me." he murmured, but before the blonde could respond, he instantly said, "I do eat, though. I do. They had it wrong. I just - I forget sometimes. There's nothing wrong with that. And other times, I don't feel like it. It's not like I am starving myself or something. They were just overreacting."

Draco sighed, reaching over and squeezing Harry's hand. The brunette looked up at those brilliant silver-blue eyes. He could easily get lost in them forever...

"I know it's none of my business, but I care about you a lot, Harry. I wish the fact that some moron doesn't appreciate you didn't affect your appetite so much. You barely had any breakfast, either. Not that I am keeping tabs or something." the blonde told him softly.

"Thanks." Harry said quietly but made no move to eat.

Ron's not a moron.

Unless everyone else is...

I mean look at us.

I've barely been friends with you for a week and I am already annoying the hell out of you.

"How about I go down to Karl's cart and get us two lattes? They always cheer me up. I'll even put caramel on yours." the blonde said, then stood to leave the office. Harry was on his feet in a second.

"No!" he shouted, then blushed furiously, "I- I mean no. You don't have to do that. I'll go get them for us. It would be nice to have a coffee date. We haven't done that in ages."

Draco, who seemed ready to protest a few minutes earlier, suddenly smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Harry left instantly in case the blonde changed his mind.

As soon as his mate walked out of the office, Draco sprinted across the hallway. He had to hurry. Harry wouldn't accept an apology from Ron if he knew the blonde had pretty much forced him into it. Harry might also be a bit upset at Draco, but how could the veela stand aside while his beautiful, perfect mate suffered? It couldn't happen.

"Making it a habit to come into other people's offices without knocking?" the red-head said as soon as Draco entered, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"I want Harry to be happy." Draco replied instantly, "and you're getting in my way towards achieving that."

The red-head only huffed in annoyance.

"That's between me and Harry, so please throw yourself out of my office."

Don't underestimate me.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for my mate.

Including working with the likes of you.

"I'll do your paperwork for a month if you go talk to him" the blonde said.

"Ferret, I am warning you." the red-head started, but Draco cut him off.

"Three months."

At that, Ron closed his mouth and looked at the table, seeming deep in thought. The blonde quickly took the opportunity.

"I'll do it for a whole year." he said and the red-head pursed his lips, but shook his head. Draco's heart sank.

YOU'RE USELESS!

YOUR MATE IS SUFFERING AND YOU AREN'T HELPING HIM!

WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING HIM?!

The blonde covered his ears instantly. They were ringing because of the loud noise. He didn't know where the shrieking was coming from, but it somehow caused pain to spread all over his body. His ears being covered didn't help. In fact, it made everything worse. Draco's heart stopped when he realized the screeching was coming from inside him.

What is happening to me?!

"You don't have to throw a tantrum, Malfoy," the red-head started, then sighed and asked quietly "You really care about him, don't you?"

Draco could only nod, barely hearing Ron over the screeching.

"I don't care how much paperwork you do for me. It won't change the fact that he apparently doesn't even care what I think anymore." the red-head said bitterly.

HELP YOUR MATE

TELL RON TO MAKE IT RIGHT!

YOUR MATE IS SUFFERING!

"Of course he cares!"

Draco didn't mean to shout it, but how could he not when his inner voice was so loud? Ron jumped at the volume. The blonde had grabbed his attention. The voice finally stopped shrieking.

"Of course, he does." he said again, more calmly than before, "If he didn't care, then he wouldn't be devastated that you're not talking to him! You said you were worried about him. You said you cared. It really doesn't seem like it."

The red-head finally slumped, then huffed out 'you're right' and marched out of his office. Draco peeked into his own office a few minutes later to see that Harry was hugging Ron tightly. They had made up. He sighed in relief, knowing he was successful at making his mate feel better.

As he walked away to let them talk, he heard the voice again.

DON'T LEAVE MATE!

NEVER LEAVE YOUR MATE!

RON HURT HIM!

YOU CAN'T LEAVE THEM ALONE!

He groaned at the voice's contradicting orders and forced himself to keep walking, knowing that Harry and Ron were having a private moment.