Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Insults- AU

Harry's pov.
We weren't speaking after we had been fighting, as always. I loved him but it was hard to do when we were both spitting insults at one another.

I sighed and got up from the sofa.
"Draco, do you want any food?" I asked. He hadn't ate anything since breakfast, and the time now read 6PM.
I was ignored.

"Yes or no?" I asked, clenching my teeth in frustration.
"Not if it's from you." He muttered, but loud enough so he knew I could hear.
"Then make your own shit from now on." I snapped.
"Will do." He said calmly, without a care in the world as he passed by me, however I grabbed his wrist, making him tense up.

"That's my bad wrist." He stated through gritted teeth. I, knowing what he meant, reluctantly released him. He stopped and took a deep breathe, looking down at his wrist. He was over protective over that part of his body, and I knew why. He used to cut. It was only a few, although he hated people touching that wrist in a violent manner, which is why he didn't like me grabbing him there.

"S-sorry, I didn't know- I mean, I forget-"
"Oh shut up, Potter!" He hissed, sighing before beginning to leave the room.
"Malfoy, can you please just talk to me?!"
It was irritating me now. We were like strangers living in a house.
"No, I can't, Harry."

"Why? Would it kill you to talk to your boyfriend?"
"Yes, it may just do so. Whenever we talk we end up arguing, and sometimes I wish I hadn't met you!" He shouted, clearly furious as he stomped out of the room. I froze. Although I knew he was short tempered, he had never spoke such words to me; He was falling out of love with me.

I finally noticed the whimpers escaping my lips, though I didn't allow myself to cry. Instead I forced myself to stop conveying any emotion. I shut off my smiling, shut off my tears, and decided to just ignore him. It was a feeling where, even though I wasn't next to him, I didn't wish to talk to anybody. I wasn't even mad at him, I just felt empty.

I sat on the sofa, tv on but I wasn't watching. Thoughts were spiralling around my head, but I couldn't grip onto any of them long enough to know what was happening. I just sat there, staring into space and I wasn't thinking, watching something or listening. I felt as though I was sleeping with my eyes open; my brain completely shut down. I was like a dead body sitting up, strangely still managing to breathe; it was that exact moment that I had lost care for everything, including myself, Draco, and our relationship.

Draco's pov.
I felt bad, but not that bad. Not bad enough to apologise, however bad enough to give him company downstairs, even if it did mean to sit in silence to avoid provoking an argument. I guess I didn't feel bad at all, I just pitied him.

As I walked downstairs, I realised he was sitting there, no tv on. So I walked closer, at first dreading it incase he was dead due to the lack of reaction.
Fortunately his eyes were still open and his chest was still slowly rising before descending again at an equally unhurried pace. He was breathing.
I placed myself down on the sofa. There was no reaction. It was quiet.
However, then he moved. He stood up and left the room, heading upstairs and gradually reaching the top step.

He was pissed.

***
8PM steadily came around, and, being as tired as I was, I went up to bed.

Finding him laying there, grumpily hugging a pillow with dried tear trails down his face snapped my heart a little. He was curled into a ball, pillow crushed to his chest. I had really hurt him.
I carefully got in beside him, kissing his forehead and wrapping my arms around him, however felt legs kicking me away.

"Harry, love, come on. You're being dramatic." I sighed. He glared at me, his eyes red and puffy as he turned around, showing me his back.
"I hate you, Malfoy." A voice crack was visible in his stern tone.
"It's not my fault we always have fights." I snapped.
"No, but maybe you could stop snapping at me and yelling at me all the time, and perhaps just agree with me on things or politely disagree, life would be better for the both of us! I wish you could just be a normal boyfriend." He sobbed angrily; never in the seven years that we'd been together had I seen him cry this much.

"Because I'm not. I'm Draco Malfoy, I'm not like everybody else, for fucks sake. You knew that and you didn't mind, so why is it such an issue now?" I turned my back to him too, so we lay back to back, until I heard a shuffling sound. I switched to face him again, to see him facing me, his green eyes clenched shut with tears leaking out as his glasses lay on the night stand.
"I-I didn't mind... But I do mind now that you've stopped loving me like you used to."

I gulped. No, maybe I'm not as loving, but I still loved him as much as I used to... Right? We'd just been arguing so much lately...
"I-I... I haven't. We just seem to disagree a lot lately, we'll recover."
"See?! You don't even try to improve, you just shake the matter away as if it's unimportant; If I don't matter I can leave."
He finally opened his eyes, and the seriousness and innocence on his fzce made me break.

Tears stung my eyes, but I continued.
"N-No, you're important, I just- I don't know where I went wrong and everyday is more stressful because I'm trying to figure that out. I-I'm trying to b-be the old Draco I used to be to make you happy, yet I see you looking at other couples with such-such... longing that I feel as if we-we can't be fixed and that you've moved on, and hell, I don't even know why I'm pouring ny heart out-"

"Because that's what old Draco would do... You just shake things away, you try to escape them. I like it when you embrace in them and pour your heart out..." He said calmly, looking up at me and sniffling, "It's okay. I want to hear your emotions."
"You want to hear them... I don't want to feel them..."

"You don't want to feel love?" His voice was unusually quiet.
"With you, yes." I muttered, laying back, "I'm just so stressed and I don't have a clue why anymore."
"Because we're distant now." He grumbled, "I don't like to be like this."
"Me neither." I sighed, "Ju-just try and calm me down after fights, okay? Just for a while, then I'll be back to old Draco."
"If old Draco is the happy Draco, I'll take him."

It was quiet as we lied there for a bit.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"I know we're bound to fight, but I just don't like fighting so much so soon... why have we been fighting anyway?"
"I agree... I don't know, me getting stressed out and not being so calm I guess. I think I yelled at you for pronouncing something wrong, did I not? Then today we fought because you dropped something in the shop..."
"Oh, right. Sorry about that."

I grinned goofily at him, his response making me smile. Instead of replying, I wrapped my arms around him and cuddled him close, blankets down although it was cold. I was too busy relishing his body warmth.
I heard Harry giggle, and that's when I knew we were back to the old couple we were. He hadn't giggled in ages, and we hadn't cuddled since a week or two ago. It felt like years, though, and it also made sleep harder to reach.

"Harry, what made you cry? I'm so sorry for upsetting you, by the way." I gently kissed him softly and he frowned.
"You regret meeting me." he muttered, beginning to sniffle again.
"I was angry. I say shit like that, but I promise I wont do it any more. I couldn't believe I said that, I instantly regretted it, because if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be happy. Hell, I wouldn't even be here." It was my turn to sniffle, "Remember? You were the one who made me stop cutting, that's why I hate fighting with you. Oh god, I hardly say it anymore but I'll start it again, one a day or more; I love you, Harry. So fucking much, you don't know. I love you... I love you so much... So, so much, Harry... Please..."
I don't know why, though I couldn't stop myself from sobbing uncontrollably, as did Harry. We both just cried on one another's shoulders, rubbing circles in each other's backs.

"I love you too, Draco, I love you so much..." He cried, as did I. Soon we both calmed down, me sooner than him, and I started to shush him.
"Sshh, it's alright, honey. I'm here now. Let it out, is that all?" I questioned when he finally just sniffled and yawned.
"Yeah, th-thanks, Dwakey."
His yawn made his R became a W, making me chuckle.
"Yeah, that's alright, Hawwy." I joked and he laughed.
"Good night, anyway. Love you loads. I'm knackered! Cuddle close to me, please... Don't let me go." He mumbled as he turned around, burrying his back into my chest, expecting ne to place my arm around his waist and head on his shoulder- as to which I did.

"Good night, Harry. I love you so much. And I wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon."

He smiled and as I heard his gentle snores fill my ears, I was at peace, and finally managed to find sleep myself.