HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

Just Pain

Draco didn't know what happened to Harry after that. He wasn't aware of anything but the agony that he was in. He dropped to his knees and screamed so loudly, he thought he felt the entire house shake. His wings burst out his back, ripping his shirt apart. The feathers fell, one by one, to the ground, and his most precious possession, the one that was supposed to attract his mate, disintegrated into nothing, leaving two long, deep cuts on his shoulder blades, bleeding at a frightening rate. He didn't care, though. He didn't care about anything anymore.

His mate hated him. His mate didn't want him anymore. His mate was never going to forgive him. His mate said he never wanted to see him again. All because of something he had done. He was a sorry excuse for a veela, doing nothing but causing his mate pain. He didn't deserve to live! He never should've been born! He should've stayed heartbroken. Harry was right to reject him. He was a disgrace to his kind. He was nothing. No. He was less than nothing. He was a rejected veela.

The blonde cried and screamed for a while. He was too exhausted to get up and find any means of ending his pathetic, miserable, useless life. Then, it hit him.

The talons...

Just before they could disintegrate as well, the blonde mustered up all the strength he had left and willed his body to obey him just one last time. Thankfully, it did, and he had his most needed weapon right at his disposal. He placed each talon at the inner elbow of either arm, pressed down, and pulled.

Harry was on the floor in the halls of the Malfoy Manor, huddled in a ball, crying his eyes out. He didn't even know why. He had felt a twinge in his heart when he said those words to Draco, but he didn't apologize. He was very angry at the blonde. How could Draco do that to him? After everything?

When he took a few steps away from Draco's bedroom, he held a shrill and very loud scream. He dropped to his floor on his hands and knees, feeling an unbearable amount of pain. What was wrong with him? Where did that scream come from? No human being could produce that kind of sound.

A few minutes passed and the screaming continued, so the brunette dropped to the ground and pressed his palms against his ears tightly, not knowing how else to block out the noise. It wasn't only noise, though. Harry somehow recognized the sound, though he was sure he had never heard it before. It was a cry of dismay, one that was made by someone close to Harry. He had hurt them deeply. He didn't have much time to make it right again. The brunette started to cry, feeling every bit as much pain as this mystery being does and not understanding it one bit. He carefully lifted his face off the floor when the screaming stopped and ignored his pounding headache, leaning on the wall for support and opening the door he had just slammed. His heart dropped when he saw what was inside.

No.

No.

No.

NO!

This was a nightmare. It wasn't real. He was only gone for a few seconds. Draco couldn't have...But, after Harry blinked twice, he saw the same scene. Draco was lying on the back on the ground, motionless, his eyes were closed, and there was a pool of blood forming around him, flowing constantly down his wrists.

"NO!" Harry screamed and ran to his lover, cradling him. Draco was completely limp in his hold, the blonde's head dangling as Harry lifted him off the floor and apparated through the wards of Malfoy Manor and into St. Mungo's. He didn't register the nurses screaming, or the doctors attempting to yank Draco away from him. He held on tighter for a second, convinced that he would never see Draco again if he let him go. Then, the situation caught up to him and he loosened his grip, letting the healers take Draco away. He barely heard them call his name and ask if he was injured before Harry collapsed on the floor of the hospital, praying he would find Draco alive when he woke up.