No Magic AU
Harry's POV
I glanced up from my dinner as my pale(paler)- faced boyfriend lowered his phone.
We were in our new apartment on a rainy spring day. The clouds hid the sun and the birds had returned to their nests. It was approaching 6pm.
"So?" I pondered.
He shook his head solemnly.
"I'm not allowed home." he stated.
Damn it, I thought. I knew this would happen. Why would I ask Dray to call his Dad about it?
"What did you tell him?" I pressed.
"I said: "Father, I'm sorry to disturb you. I know that you are on important business. I just need to tell you something. I am homosexual. I have a boyfriend. Harry Potter.""
"What'd he say?" I asked, despite the fact his eyes were filling with tears.
"He told me that Mother is crying and that I'm not to come home again. That I'm a disappointment to the family and that I'm no son of his."
"Dray..."
I noticed the vulnerability in his eyes be replaced with white rage. He shot up to his feet.
"I HATE HIM! THAT SON-OF-A-B*TCH NEVER DOES SH*T ANYWAY!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the table.
His face regained a bit of colour. His eyes were distant.
"Stop it, Draco." I demanded.
He stared at me like I had six arms.
"No. Harry, don't you SEE? That b*stard has been controlling my life. So for the love of God and everything that is good, DON'T ACT LIKE IT'S NORMAL!" he shouted.
A wave of worry travelled through me. Draco was never like this.
"Sit down, Babe." I hushed.
Tears of frustration rolled down his face.
"You're working yourself up." I continued.
He swung around and stormed into the living area and looked out the window, which overlooked office blocks and allies. The city sounds crept through the slightly open window.
"Dray..." I whispered.
Before I could notice his hand shaking, he fired it toward the mirror on his left without looking.
I hopped up out of my seat in shock.
I stared at the scene for a second before moving again.
Draco stood still as ever, facing away from me. He didn't seem to notice his bleeding hand or the shattered mirror.
I sauntered towards him carefully.
I walked passed the mirror and stood in front of him.
His lips quivered, not due to the physical pain but the mental pain he had been exposed to his whole life. More hot tears fell down his face yet he remained expressionless.
I looked down at his hand. Blood dripped to the floor from his knuckles and his had was peppered with glass shards. He stared right through me.
After what seemed like forever, I was the first one to speak.
"You're bleeding." I stated.
He nodded and then broke down, breaking his stone-faced trance.
He began openly sobbing and collapsed into my arms.
"I'm sorry. So, so sorry." he whimpered.
I shushed him and held him tight.
"It's okay. Baby, it's all ok. We'll fix up your hand."
He nodded his head, which was still burrowed into my chest as I held him. I kissed him on the top of his head.
It was the first time he showed his vulnerability but it certainly wasn't the last.
