Harry Potter Oneshots + More

Bite the Hand- D.M

(As Draco falls further and further into his pit of despair during their sixth year at school, you start to question if you can really stay with the person he's becoming).

"Who do you think you are?
Who do you think I am?
What do you wanna say?
What do you think will change?
Maybe I'm afraid of you
Maybe I'm afraid of you

I'll bite the hand that feeds me
(Bite the hand)
I'll bite the hand that needs me
(Bite the hand)

I can't love you how you want me to."
   -Bite the Hand, Boygenius

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Once you'd returned to school after summer, you knew that something had changed in him.

He'd gone dull, he'd gone quiet, he'd gone mean. But not in the ways he used to be—he no longer had the energy to berate Potter and the like, it seemed. No, he took out all of his feelings on you.

It was a sharp change, and there was a new aura to him. He'd never been sweet, but he could be kind, and as much of a prat as he used to be, he was never cruel.

The boy who came back to school after summer was a bitter, hollowed-out version of the Draco you once knew.

It was October now, and in the entire first month at school, he'd slept in your bed nearly every other night but probably only spoken to you twice, each time to berate you. You started to wonder if you'd only become a warm body to him, if the two years you'd been together meant nothing now.

"My love?" You knocked on the door as you slipped into his bedroom. He raised his head up from the book he was reading and only nodded in acknowledgement, patting the side of his bed. You sat and he laid his head on your lap, but again, didn't say a word.

You sighed. "Draco, we need to talk. Or, well, you need to talk." He grunted and rolled over to look you in the eye.

"What is there to talk about?"

You scoffed. "How about how you've barely spoken to anyone since school started? Or how you never want to go out anymore? Or how you wear that stupid black suit every day for no bloody reason?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's not stupid," he murmured. "And I don't have to tell you anything."

"You're right. You don't." You pushed his head off of your lap. "But you can't expect me to just sit here and take that."

He shot up, face burning red. "What the hell's supposed to mean?"

"It means that if you think I'm going to sit here and let you push me over and use me as nothing more than a warm body, you're sadly mistaken. I love you, I want you, I need you, but you're wrong." You sat up further on the bed.

Draco scowled. "You're my girlfriend. I'm your boyfriend. Is it not your job to be here for me?"

"No, actually, it isn't my job!" You stood up. "I'm not being paid for it. I chose to sit and listen to you rant about Potter every single day when you still spoke to me. I chose to listen to every ridiculous word you had to say about everyone at school. And I choose to sit in my dorm every day and try to speak to you only to be met with silence." Your voice began to escalate and Draco muttered a charm towards the door, anticipating the screaming match to come.

Before he could respond, you spoke again. "Relationships are work, Draco, and you are work, but I've done everything to put it in—only for you to do nothing in return!"

"I'm work? Really, y/n? What kind of bullshit is that? Just because I don't feel like speaking to you?" Draco argued.

"You don't get to ignore me for over a month 'just because you feel like it!' Who do you think you are?"