HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

I Hate You

"Just because Hermione is moving in here, doesn't mean you have to move out, mate," Harry heard his best friend say for what seemed to be the millionth time as the brunette continued to pack his belongings into a magically extended backpack. He rolled his eyes and repeated what he had been saying to Ron ever since he had announced his intention to move out.

"For the last time, I don't feel like I am being forced out. Draco just offered and I said yes. It is as simple as that," he said. He was lying through his teeth. He had been thinking of moving out even before he met Draco. The blonde had just given him the nudge that he needed to actually get out the courage to tell Ron about it. He was never comfortable living with Ron. Adding Hermione into the mix would sure make things a bit nicer since she was more understanding, but Harry would always feel like a third wheel. And Draco had been very insistent as well. Too insistent, actually.

The blonde constantly reminded Harry that the manor was open to the brunette if he wanted to move in. It was sweet at first, but it got annoying. Harry was especially mad about the fact that Draco cleared out half his closet space and drawers without the brunette even asking him to. It felt like the blonde was making his decisions for him and Draco knew that Harry couldn't stand that kind of thing. When the blonde noticed the brunette's irritation, though, he started apologizing profusely and crying, telling Harry that he didn't mean to upset him and that Harry didn't have to live with Draco if he didn't want to. Harry had given him a quiet 'thanks', stayed with him until his crying spell had passed, then left. He couldn't explode at Draco when the blonde was that upset.

When, the next day, Draco started reminding Harry of all the ways Ron was a terrible best friend and roommate to him, though, Harry snapped. He yelled at the blonde, who only whimpered in response. They didn't speak to each other again for three days, after which Draco had collapsed at work. After a conversation with Emmyl, Harry realized that the blonde had relapsed, that his illness was now causing him pain again. Harry felt more guilty than he ever had before and made up with the blonde, then, eventually, agreed to temporarily live with him until he found another place. Draco had been ecstatic.

It seemed that, after that initial fight, Draco only grew more insecure and emotional. Though he was a wreck, Draco still pestered Harry about a lot of other things, including the dangers of his job. Another frequent topic of conversation was why they hadn't had sex yet. The blonde seemed very eager to jump Harry whenever they were alone, but the brunette no longer felt...confident about his decision to let Draco be his first. The past month had been an absolute hell for Harry, and the brunette planned to have a long talk with him after he moved in. He needed Draco to see a healer and would insist on joining the blonde this time so that he could understand exactly what was wrong with Draco and how to prevent future episodes.

"But Malfoy, mate? Are you sure that's a good idea? He gives me the creeps. He seemed to care about you at first, but now, it's just getting scary."

Ron's statement snapped the brunette out of his thoughts. He sighed deeply. He couldn't exactly say that Ron was wrong, but Draco was sick! He didn't mean to do any of these things. He was a sweet, kind, generous person whom Harry loved with all his heart. The person that Ron was creeped out by wasn't Harry's Draco; it was his disease.

"You know he is sick, Ron. Why are you being so difficult?" Harry snapped. He had gotten rather good at confrontation over the past two months, another good thing that the blonde had helped him achieve by constantly encouraging him.

The red-head wasn't surprised by the brunette's outburst and just huffed.

"What happened to 'Ron, I am pretty sure he is faking. I am going to report him.' Wasn't that your plan, Harry?!"

"That was two months ago! And - and I was wrong about it, alright? Just drop it."

The two best friends glared at each other for a few seconds before Ron blinked, scoffed, and stomped out of the room. Harry just shook his head and returned to packing his belongings. It was then that he saw it: his parents' letter about the bank account. His eyes watered at the memory, but he quickly blinked the tears away. He didn't want to be stuck in the past anymore. He wanted this done with once and for all. He'd pay off his debt and close the account for good.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Harry dialed the bank's number and waited for an agent to pick up.

Draco was twirling around their bedroom with a bunch of rose petals in his hands. He would stop every few seconds to throw some on the floor and the bed as well. This was the day. His mate would finally join him and they would stay together forever and ever and ever! The blonde couldn't help the permanent smile on his face. He was just so happy! Harry was his everything and, tonight Draco would convince the brunette to make love to him. He and his mate would bond for eternity; it was his dream come true.

At the sound of the floo coming to life, Draco beamed, threw the rest of the petals on the bed and hurriedly lit all the candles he had placed on the floor earlier, carefully using levitation charms to have them all float in the air around the room.

Harry will be so happy with me for doing all this!

The blonde's smile was instantly replaced with a frown when Harry stomped into the room, looking livid.

"What's wrong Harry? Did someone upset you?" Draco asked, crossing the distance between them in a split-second and looking into his mate's beautiful, but furious, green eyes.

"Yes! Someone upset me! Someone went behind my back and made decisions for me and treated me like a child who can't handle his own affairs, and that person knew how much I hate it when people do that! Does that sound familiar, Draco?!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs. The blonde immediately recoiled, whimpering. He took a step back and burst into tears.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

WHY DIDN'T I ASK HIM?!

STUPID VEELA!

HORRIBLE VEELA!

MATE WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME!

"I-I am so sorry, Harry. M'sorry. I didn't think. I w-was just so t-terrified of you being out in the f-field. I'd d-die if something happens to you. That's the o-only reason I s-sent that l-letter. P-please, forgive m-"

"What are you talking about? What letter?" Harry asked even more loudly. Draco's eyes widened. What was the brunette talking about, then? Had Draco done something else to upset his mate? Harry ruthlessly continued, grabbing Draco's arm and shaking him, "Answer me!"

"T-to R-Robards, telling h-him n-not to send you o-on any more field missions because y-you're injured."

Harry instantly took his hands off Draco's arms and walked backwards towards the door, his eyes widening.

"Y-you're insane! What in Merlin's name gave you the right to do that? You don't control me, Draco! What the hell were you thinking? THIS was why I have been stuck by your side in the office even though you were driving me crazy?" Harry whispered coldly, then chuckled bitterly and added, "I hate you. I can't believe you did this to me. I thought- We're through, Draco. I never want to see you again."