Drarry One Shots

losing you

Draco wasn't thinking when he walked into the pub- what used to be their Pub- that night. He had let his feet take control, blindly letting his body guide him to wherever it felt he needed to go.

He felt like he was back in Hogwarts, waiting for the door to the room of requirements to appear as his mind called out for safe place- a place he felt at home.

Of course, he had to turn around when he realized he was at the doorstep of Grimauld Place, the wards still open to let him in. His heart had clenched painfully upon realizing that Harry hadn't changed that immediately, and for a foolish second, Draco felt hope- hopeful that Harry was still waiting for him to come back, hopeful that he could fix things.

But he knew that only and his wildest dreams that would happen. Harry had probably just forgotten to adjust the wards accordingly; it had only been a couple of weeks after all.

Harry was happy, he was moving on and who was Draco to try and interfere with his happiness?

So he turned on his heel and somehow, he ended up at the place where it all began.

And seated at the bar was none other than Harry James Potter, owner Draco Malfoy's heart.

~

Harry was miserable.

He spent his days wearing a cheery mask of joy to spare his closest friends the misery that loomed overhead, threatening to drown him at a moment's notice, but that didn't mean he was actually happy. In fact, he could remember the last time he was truly happy and that moment included a certain blond git.

The same one who had taken his heart and torn it to shreds.

He paused on his way to the kitchen, shoulders sagging and his mangled heart breaking just a tiny bit more upon realizing that he didn't need to be cooking because Draco wasn't coming home and without Draco, Harry didn't see the need to eat.

The food tasted like nothing and the churning in his stomach prevented him from eating much anyway. There just wasn't a Point.

It always hurt- realizing that he the man he loved wouldn't be Waltzing in through the doorway, headed straight for the wine opener as he began to rant about his day at work. Or when he laid in bed- on the right side because Draco always slept on the left- only to have the shards of his heart threatened to puncture his lungs because Draco wasn't coming to bed.

Because Draco wasn't coming back at all. He had left and taken Harry's heart what's him.

And it was all Harry's fault.

He sighed again, leaning his forehead on the cool glass panes of the window. This was what his life had come to: waiting by the window like some kicked puppy, desperately wishing that for some strange reason, Draco  would show up on his doorstep.

He never did.

" Master Harry must go out. Master mustn't be cooped up here!" Kreacher exclaimed later in the evening. Even the spiteful elf had taken pity on Harry and he absolutely wondered how miserable he must look to have Kreacher, of all people, attempt to cheer him up.

" I suppose," he sighed yet again. Hey really didn't want to leave the confines of his home but he knew Draco wouldn't show up. Maybe Harry had been a masochist; that would explain why he let his childhood bully become a love of his life, or why he continued to pick at his  tattered heart, or why he found himself at the pub where they shared so many memories that he couldn't look anywhere without being reminded of the beautiful person he had lost.

Maybe he liked the pain, but every masochist had  a limit and Harry was at his. Cabal

~

" Draco! Draco Malfoy!' The person in question tensed, his heart thudded painfully against his chest every Patron in the bar turn to look at him. Bloody gryffindor's and their lack subtly. Placing the signature Malfoy scowl on his features, Draco  straightened and wearily approached the man who still owned his heart and soul.