HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

Terminal

"It's like this, Mr. Potter. The veela side is almost dormant when rejected. I say 'almost' because it depends on the context. If the rejection occurs explicitly after the person becomes of age, the veela side quickly drains their human side's attributes until both sides wither away and die, by starvation, suicide, and what have you," the doctor said quickly, not pausing to let Harry get even one word in. He didn't appear to notice the pure agony he was causing the brunette sitting across from him and continued to explain the situation.

"But, in your case, the rejection occurred before the veela was even completely developed, which made it weak, made it impossible for the veela to drain Mr. Malfoy's entire life essence. It only drained at the only thing that the veela can truly reach in its weak state: his soul. So, with every subsequent rejection in any explicit or implicit form, the veela drained a bit more of his soul, until he turned 15, the age at which the healer from Wizarding court wrongfully presumed that Mr. Malfoy had become a diagnosed sociopath, unable to truly feel or understand human emotions or morale."

"After you started a relationship with Mr. Malfoy, the veela started to develop, feeding off its mate's love, if you will, and continuing to drain Mr. Malfoy with every implicit rejection they encountered. After your declaration of love, the veela had enough strength to 'come back to life'. It, once again, merged with Mr. Malfoy, but he didn't regain the parts of his human soul that he lost during and before said transformation, so, now, he is only able to feel through the veela and the only thing the veela cares about is pleasing you. Alas, for Mr. Malfoy, nothing else in the world is worth his time. If he doesn't have you, his life is not worth living. Before, the veela side kept punishing him for not acquiring the love of his mate when he had the chance, which is the main cause for the self-harm, but, now, they are one, and he is punishing himself for you not loving him."

"B-but I do love him!" Harry wailed. The healer was saying too much too fast. He didn't understand it, any of it. He just needed Draco to be alright! He didn't care about this veela business. He barely understood what it was when the nurses explained it to him. A week ago, Draco had slit his own wrists! Why wasn't the healer explaining what had caused that ?!

The healer shook his head, then slowed down a bit while continuing.

"He won't see it that way. The veela has grown with the notion that their mate despises them. They will take every small reaction, every word, everything you do into consideration and if they feel that you are not pleased with them, they will resort to harming themselves as punishment. What you saw last week was a reaction to an explicit rejection. Your constant reassurance is the only thing keeping him going at this time, Mr. Potter, along with the mind-numbing potions we've given him, which will make it difficult for him to recall the memory of your rejection. He is now too weak, though. Though he cannot remember the rejection, he can still sense it and remember the feeling of it. If you are away from him for more than a few minutes, or angry or upset at him for even a second, he will assume you are rejecting him. It's a complicated matter, but, to put it in the simplest way possible: Draco Malfoy is a terminal case. I am sorry, Mr. Potter."

The healer passed Draco's file to Harry, whose hands were too shaky to hold onto it. The file fell into Harry's lap unceremoniously as the brunette gaped at the healer, then slowly turned his gaze through the tiny window of the office's door, looking into the waiting room. His Draco was still huddled under a blanket, at the far corner of the couch, shrinking in on himself and gazing at the door, presumably waiting for his mate to come back to him. He looked so precious, so small, so vulnerable. Harry couldn't let anything happen to Draco. He loved the blonde more than words could describe and couldn't help but blame himself for everything that had occurred.