Order From Chaos || Drarry

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The day began just as Harry knew it would.

Grabbing coffee from the nearby cafe, passing Luna on his way to work, getting a biscuit from the office break room, before making his way to his office. Over the past two months, Harry had grown accustomed to meeting Draco and giving him his coffee in their office.

But today that didn't happen.

And Harry didn't like that. It meant he had no idea what to expect.

Today, Harry sauntered into their room, holding two still steaming cups of coffee, ready to greet Draco and tell him about the awful TV show that was on last night- when the sight that met him froze all of these plans.

Draco was stood by his desk, one hand pressed to his mouth and the other efficiently picking up everything on his desk and placing them in a box. His half of the room was sparse, everything stripped bare of Draco's belongings. The timetable was gone, his papers were stacked in the box and his Auror robes were nowhere to be seen.

Harry stared at him in horror.

"What- what are you doing?" he choked out. The thought of Draco leaving terrified him a hell of a lot more than he was prepared for.

Draco barely spared him a glance, his eyes bloodshot and tired, as if he hadn't slept at all last night and had cried instead. His gaze was distant and desolate, the familiar emptiness returning. He continued to quietly pack his possessions tidily into the box in that meticulous way of his.

"Draco. What- why?" Harry persisted. His heart was hammering in his chest and a sick feeling was rising in his stomach.

This time Draco looked at him. Harry's heart dropped further at the coolness in his eyes and the... betrayal. But what had he done?

"I'm surprised you don't already know, Potter." Harry flinched at the use of his surname, and Draco looked equally pained, but he continued. His voice was quiet and void of emotion. "A new law is being ratified decreeing that no witch or wizard bearing the Dark Mark is to have a wand."

Harry's breath caught in his throat.

"And since having a wand is required to be an Auror..."

But he didn't finish. Harry had already figured it out.

"You're not allowed to work here anymore."

Draco nodded mutely, returning to his packing. It seemed as if there was nothing left but still he kept going. It only took a few minutes to finish off, but Harry stood stock still for the entirety of the time, shaken to his core. When Draco was done, he picked the box up and moved from behind his desk.

Slowly, he walked to the door, and Harry could see the gleam of tears in his eyes.

"Draco." He whispered, reaching out to take his hand for comfort, support, or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. But Draco flinched away as if his touch burned.

"Don't." he murmured brokenly. "You've done enough."

Harry nearly exploded with tension. He could feel his magic sparking out like a live wire, shaking the lights and making the desk tremble, but he didn't care. "What do you mean? I don't want this! I don't want you to go! Please, stay!"

A tear spilled down Draco's pale cheek.

"I can't, Harry. You made sure of that."

"How?"

Draco inhaled shakily, tears now freely spilling down his face as he turned away in anguish. The sight broke Harry's heart.

"The forms that were needed to approve this law had been signed by you. Your signature was right on the line saying that you agreed with this policy and wanted it to be official." His voice had dropped to a whisper.

Harry nearly staggered back in shock. He had no recollection of this whatsoever, which meant that someone had to have forged it. There was no way he would sign something that disgusting... except if he hadn't read it properly, or even at all. His mind flashed back to the day of Draco's panic attack and the form he had scrawled his name on unthinkingly, without reading.

He'd done this.

No. Merlin, no. 

And now Draco was paying the price.

Harry actually thought he would be sick at the thought, and the guilt that followed and engulfed him.

"Draco, I'm so sorry." He began. His voice sounded nothing like him. "I am so sorry. I will make this right. Nothing I can say or do will make up for this, but you have to believe me when I say that I didn't know what I was signing! I would never have knowingly signed it-"

Draco cut him off. "Spare me, Harry. I've been let down by enough people in my life. For me, the worst part of all this is that you actually made me feel, for the first time in years, that I was worth something. That I deserved happiness. Or, at least that's what I thought it was."

He sighed, as if collecting himself and turned away from Harry and towards the door.

"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you."

And then, he was gone.