drarry oneshots

(9) finally is never

Genre: aNgSt

Warning: slight mention of abuse

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Harry and Draco ran into each other one day, and decided to meet up every Wednesday, just so they can have someone to vent to. 

"Potter" Draco drawled on, in a very bored tone, "You're 7 minutes late today. Tsk, I swear you try and set a new record for how late you can be every Wednesday."

"Oh hush Malfoy." Harry replied with a simple smile while unraveling his scarf from around his neck.

This Winter was beginning to be a brutal one.

The pair have been meeting at a small cafe in downtown London for almost three months now. It wasn't much. They would just meet up and talk. Nothing more, nothing less.

Draco let out a loud, over dramatic sigh when Harry sat down.

"Shall I go first today? Or would you like to?"

"Ahh, you can. Mark still being an ass?"

Mark is Draco's drunken boyfriend. They've been dating for almost a year. They met a little bit after the War ended, and he was actually a nice guy, but then he started taking advantage of Draco, and that's when things got out of hand.

Sometimes he would actually hit him, but for some reason he never left him.

Of course Harry never liked him from the start, because his gigantic crush on Draco Malfoy, but that part could just be kept a secret.

"Well, actually, I broke up with him a few days ago." Harry choked on his coffee, Draco just continued talking. "I believe it was Sunday? Yes, Sunday."

Draco finally noticed the coffee that Harry spit up. Sitting all over the table.

"Oh-what-when did this happen?"

Harry actually laughed out loud here, "Just don't mind it, what happened?"

"Hm. Well it wasn't much really. I was hoping it would be more dramatic."

"Per usual."

"He wasn't home when he said he would be, so I decided, fuck him. And I packed up my stuff, and left a note that just simply said, 'Bye Bitch'."

By this point Harry had the widest grin on his face, which was probably very inappropriate for the given situation, but he couldn't care if he tried.

Draco finally left the bastard.

"Are you going to say anything Potter?" Draco began waving his hand frantically in front of Harry's face.

"S'pose not." Draco spoke while leaning back in his booth.

"That's amazing." Harry spoke, still very dumbstruck by the whole situation.

"Really? You think so? I guess I do feel loads better." Draco spoke with a slight grin on his face.

If almost right on que to ruin the joy of the moment, Mark slammed the door open, and searched through the tables until he found what he was looking for.

Draco.

Harry's eyes widened, and he stood up immediately, Draco's back was facing the door so he turned around and was greeted with a very unwelcoming sight.

Mark was storming straight to them.

Harry instantly moved in front of Draco.

Mark completely ignored Harry, and tried to grab Draco by the neck, but Harry's hand grabbed a hold of his and stood there holding his fist with a firm grip.