HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

Letters

"Bloody hell, stop!"

Harry's eyes flew open at the sound of Ron yelling out. He sat up, surprised to find that he had slept with his glasses on, then groaned at the sudden headache that made itself known. Merlin, he shouldn't have drank so much last night, but, after he had told the redhead what the blonde had said, Ron had insisted that they drink until he can't picture Draco anymore as a form of therapy. He wasn't convinced, but decided anything was better than going back to the empty Manor, which he should probably move out of now that Draco had left him.

"What are you doing?! You know Harry Potter is Draco's mate! Why are you in bed with him?!" Harry heard a voice shriek, causing his headache to get worse. He looked to his right to find Emmyl whacking Ron constantly with a pillow, demanding that he "leave Draco's mate alone."

"Emmyl, for Merlin's sake, stop yelling," Harry whispered. Surprisingly, it worked, but one second later, the elf was back to screaming. Only now, he was hitting Harry with the pillow.

"How can you do this?! How can you cheat on Draco when he just got back! Did you cure him just to break his heart? What is the matter with you? You don't deserve him!" the elf screamed as he continued his assault.

"Emmyl, stop!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, then winced at the volume, but at least the eld had stopped hitting him.

"You're just as feisty as your blonde friend, I see," Ron said, rolling his eyes, "We were wasted and fell asleep on the couch. I guess Hermione levitated us here. Besides, Harry has every right to find himself a new bloke. If Malfoy doesn't like that, he shouldn't have left."

Emmyl ignored Ron's comment and looked Harry in the eye.

"Draco sent me here to make sure you're okay."

"Really?" Harry whispered, breathlessly, unable to believe that the blonde would do that after their last encounter.

The brunette smiled a bit despite himself, hopeful that there was still a chance if Draco cared enough about his well-being to send Emmyl. He heard the redhead groan beside him.

"Oi, mate, don't listen to that crap. He has no right to play with you like this. You were working yourself to death trying to keep him alive, and now that he's fine, he's all, 'Harry, who?'" Ron started. He seemed like he was about to continue, but Emmyl beat him to it.

"Draco is most certainly not fine!" the elf hissed, fuming, then turned towards Harry, "Can we talk in private?"

Ron was instantly shaking his head 'no' at Harry, but the brunette was curious...and so, very hopeful. He needed to know what Draco wanted. Had he sent Emmyl to apologize?

"Thanks for last night, mate. I'll see you at work," the brunette murmured before getting out of bed and locating his wand.

"Harry," the redhead said with a firm tone as the brunette was about to apparate away, "Be careful."

Harry nodded at his friend with a smile before apparating himself and Emmyl back to the manor. The brunette tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elf to say something. Emmyl didn't, so Harry asked.

"What did Draco want?"

The elf looked confused as he said, "I told you what he wants. He wants to know you're okay."

Seriously?

That's it?

He really has nothing else to say to me?

"How...I...He left! How can I be okay after that? After what he said to me? You know the worst part? It's all true. Merlin, I was so busy trying to save him, I didn't even realize that he wouldn't want me anymore. I wasn't blaming myself; I didn't expect him to blame me, either. I thought-he understood that I didn't want any of this, that his sickness hurt me, too. It's-it's nothing compared to what he was going through, but-he didn't even give me a chance. He just up and left the first chance he got. He's upset. I'm upset. I don't think he'll ever get over this. Merlin, if it was me, I'd never get over it, either. I'm starting to think Ron was right. Maybe I should let him go, too."

As soon as Harry was done whispering the last sentence, a folded parchment was shoved in his face. He raised an eyebrow at the elf's weird timing before taking the paper out of Emmyl's hand. The parchment was tear-stained, and the handwriting was almost unintelligible, unlike Draco's usually neat and clear handwriting.

Please don't be mad at me

I'm trying my best

I'm sorry

The brunette immediately scanned the rest of the paper, flipping it over a couple of times as if some previously invisible writing would make itself known.

"That's it?" he whispered to himself. Draco mentioned nothing to their relationship, where they stood, where he had gone, whether he was coming back, whether he was still sick, what he was doing...This paper was nothing, but everything all at once. At least, now, Harry knew that Draco was thinking of him, trying to fix things.

"Draco is in shock, and...very very overwhelmed. He might not write a lot, but I know he doesn't really blame you for what happened. That's not in his nature. I knew him before...before he had HeartBreak. He's a very forgiving person, but this is a lot to deal with. I-I think you have a right to be angry with him about leaving as much as he has a right to be angry about you rejecting him as a child," Emmyl said, his big, wide eyes meeting Harry's green ones. The brunette sighed, nodding and folding the paper up.

"Can you take something back to him?" he asked the elf, not wanting to treat him like an owl, but still wanting to communicate with Draco, somehow. He sighed in relief when Emmyl nodded with a smile.

Harry sat at the table for at least fifteen minutes thinking of what to say. Thankfully, Emmyl didn't rush or pressure him; the elf had left the room altogether to give Harry some space. He knew he needed to write something, though, so he decided to wing it, cross out what he doesn't like, and send the rest.

Hey. How are you?

It's harry.

I understand that it's a lot to deal with, but are you sure you can forgive me?

Can I ask what you meant when you said the only way to be cured is to not see me again?

The healer couldn't have possibly said that! You used to go crazy whenever I left you alone for two seconds!

Does that mean you're never coming back? Was this letter an official break-up or something? Was it supposed to give closure? Because...I didn't get any. Please don't just disappear without explaining. Please answer this letter, even if you're overwhelmed.

I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the situation. I'm mad at myself.

I'm moving out of the Manor. I'm not going to live with Ron and 'Mione, though. I would rather not be alone right now, but I think I'll be a burden on them if I just show up. What do you think? I'm going to try and live in Grimmauld Place, even though it's the most depressing house in the universe. Merlin, I wish I had good taste like you, then I could just renovate the entire thing in the blink of an eye. Wish me luck.

But, seriously, how long should I wait?

Did you go back to the Home of the Veela?

What did they do to you there, anyway?

I wish I could've been there when you woke up from...well, that. I'm sorry I wasn't.

Harry quickly copied the text into another parchment, reading it out loud just to make sure it didn't sound weird, then put it into an envelope and sealed it shut.

"Emmyl," he said gently, and the elf appeared next to him, his small mouth falling open when he saw the mess of crumpled paper scattered around Harry's desk. He happily took the envelope, then told Harry firmly "I made you breakfast. Please eat it unless you want Draco to worry," and vanished into thin air. Harry smiled a bit at that, though he wished he could've asked all the questions on his mind.

One step at a time.