HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

What Happened Yesterday?

"What happened yesterday?" Harry asked softly, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been surrounding them both for about ten minutes as they ate breakfast. Draco's fork stopped in midair, then the blonde put it down, sighing and suddenly looking nervous. Harry felt guilty about bringing it up, but he had to! He was freaking out. He knew he should be more patient and give Draco space. It was what the blonde had always done for him, after all. But Harry just wasn't wired that way. He couldn't just know that something was wrong with Draco and not ask what it is or not even try to make him feel better. Suddenly, he respected Draco more than ever before for giving the brunette space when he needed it, not that Harry was going to do the same now. He needed to help!

Draco had hurt himself. It wasn't a deep wound, but he had dug his fingernails into his palms until he bled. If that wasn't bad enough, he completely waved off Harry when the brunette suggested that they should get his hands healed. Harry was beyond worried. He felt Draco shift around a thousand times last night, but the brunette refrained from rolling over to the blonde's side and holding Draco. They weren't there yet, but that didn't mean that Harry would just be okay with Draco hurting himself.

"It's kind of complicated, Harry," the blonde said, looking down at his plate. He hadn't looked Harry in the eye since after their 'date.' He continued, "Do we have to talk about it right now?"

"Yes!" Harry said instantly without thinking it through. He wanted to slap himself when Draco recoiled and flinched at the loud response. Speaking more quietly, Harry explained "I am sorry, Draco. I-I know that you don't want to talk about it, but you really scared me yesterday and-"

The brunette was cut off by a slight hiss of agony that the blonde tried to cover with a cough but failed. Harry's eyes widened. Draco's face was contorted in pain and his hands were starting to clench into fists again. The brunette instantly reached out and grabbed both of them, not knowing what else to do.

What's happening to him?

Oh, God, what do I do?

Should I take him to a healer?

How often does this happen?

The blonde's features softened again as Harry's hands squeezed his. The brunette furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Does touching him lessen the pain somehow or was it something else that made Draco's...episode go away?

"What can I do?" he asked, tightening his grip and rubbing Draco's knuckles with his thumbs. His heart sank when Draco started shaking his head, but he sighed in relief upon hearing the blonde's next words.

"Nothing. You don't have to do anything. Just having you here helps."

"If that were true, you wouldn't be in pain at all," Harry joked, then groaned when Draco recoiled again. He closed his eyes, sighed, and was just about to let go of Draco's hands and demand that they go to a healer. The blonde's next words stopped him in his tracks.

"It happens when you're angry with me," he heard Draco murmur. His eyes snapped open instantly and he gaped at the blonde, waiting for an explanation that never came.

"What did you just say, Draco?" he asked as gently as he could. He must've misheard that, right? Why would he suffer because Harry was upset? Harry wasn't even upset at him!

"M-my condition makes me very...sensitive. You're very important to me, Harry. When I make you mad-"

"But I am not angry with you!" Harry said frantically. Had he not been holding the blonde's hands, he would've shook the blonde to try to get some sense into him. Why would he think that Harry was mad? When did the brunette ever insinuate that?!