HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

What's wrong with the veela?

"What did he say exactly, Harry?" Hermione asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time as Harry paced around Ron's office.

"I already told you, 'Mione. He explicitly said he wasn't a sociopath, then he just...I don't know how to describe it. He just started balling his hands. He seemed in pain and he said it happens whenever he thinks I am angry at him. It stopped when he started to bleed. It also seemed to stop when I grabbed his hand-"

"Oi, what the hell are you holding hands with Malfoy for anyway?" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes at Harry. The brunette froze on the spot. This wasn't how he wanted his friends to find out he was gay. He also didn't want the conversation to divert from its main focus; they needed to find a way to help Draco. This wasn't the time for any revelations.

"I-er- I told you, Ron! He was hurt. I wanted to stop him," Harry replied, hoping he sounded convincing. He didn't need any accusations thrown his way right now. After the red-head grunted in acknowledgment of what Harry was saying, the brunette sighed, looked at Hermione, and asked hopefully "So...er...what's his diagnosis and how do we fix it?"

The witch's eyes snapped up to meet his. Harry squirmed as she glared at him for ten whole seconds with her mouth agape.

"You're joking, right?" she finally asked. Harry shook his head.

What kind of question is that?

How could this possibly be a joke?

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, Harry. Do you really think I could figure out what's wrong with him in a single second and cure him before he goes home for the day?" she asked in an indignant voice.

"No!" Harry answered, suddenly feeling ridiculous, then murmured "I was kind of hoping you'd cure him by lunch."

"That is absolutely not how my field works, Harry. You should know that better than anyone. How would you feel if someone gave you a mystery case that apparently could not be solved before and expected you to just have it solved within an hour?"

"I'm sorry. You're right. You're right. I know I am being a bit...unreasonable, Mione, but he was in so much pain. I really want to help him," Harry said, feeling bad, then asked, "How long do you reckon it'll take if you agree?"

"I am not sure, Harry. I'll be more certain once I speak to him," she said confidently, giving the brunette a smile, though what she just said was causing Harry's heart to beat out of his chest.

"Er...well, what if he doesn't want to speak to you? Could you still figure out what's wrong with him then?" Harry asked, fidgeting with his hands nervously, sure that Hermione was just about to explode at him. To his surprise, she didn't.

"I mean...I would understand why given the symptoms you've listed. Perhaps I can give you a set of questions to ask him, then."

That will only make him pull away from me more.

I want to help him, but I don't want to lose him in the process!

He's too important to me.

"No. That won't work, either," Harry murmured to himself, looking at the ground. Hermione's loud words snapped him out of his thoughts.

"What are you on about, Harry? Are you really suggesting that I explore and treat an illness I know nothing about without seeing the patient even once? I cannot do such a thing."

What?

No.

You have to say yes.