To be Loved

Draco Malfoy was not having a good day. When he had woken up, he found a lonely flat and a note stating his boyfriend had to run an early errand. He hated waking up alone in a cold bed, it made him feel uneasy. Once he had left the flat, he had to go down 7 flights of stairs all the way to the exit because that bloody lift had broken off, again. It was raining, so by the time he got to a nearby alley in order to apparate to work, Draco was very wet and very pissed.

Things at work weren't any better. One of his employees had messed up an entire batch of fever reducing potion that was to be delivered to St. Mungo's, so his lab was a complete chaos. Once he managed to get things under control, he had had to deal with a rather annoying costumer that thought he had every right to antagonize and belittle Draco in his own shop, just because the Malfoy name was tarnished after the war. It wasn't the first time this happened, and usually Draco would ignore it, but today had been a particularly bad day and he just couldn't find it in himself to control his temper. So he nicely informed the gentleman to get out of his store if he didn't want to find out what exactly had the Death Eaters taught him. The pale face and hasty walk of that arsehole had been the small victory of the day.

By the time he closed the store, the sky was threatening to drench Draco once more, so he quickly made his way to the apparition zone and got to his flat. Well, technically, it wasn't his, it was Harry's. But at this point, his own flat was more of a storage than a living space. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually slept there. Plus, Harry's apartment was on a Muggle area, unlike his that was located in a Magical neighborhood, and that meant they wouldn't be harassed by reporters while they were at home. It didn't happen as often as it used to, but having that added bonus was nice.

The announcement of the relationship between the Savior and the Death Eater had brought a lot of gossip in the Wizarding World. Everybody was extremely surprised, because they knew just how much the boys had hated each other for better part of their school life. So, when Harry and Draco had announced they were in a relationship at the end of their "eighth year", it was fair to say a lot of people found the need to inform them of their "much wanted" opinion.

Draco smirked to himself while going up the stairs -they still hadn't fixed that stupid lift- as he remembered how Harry had reacted when all the comments people had about their relationship got to him. The wizarding word had exploded into a whirlwind of chaos and gossip, well mostly gossip really. The Daily Prophet published article after article over-analyzing and digging into every aspect they could of their lives. A lot of people were outraged, demanding the Ministry to take action and rescue their Savior from the clutches of a Death Eater. Headmistress McGonagall had been forced to modify the wards of Hogwarts to keep reporters and hords out of the school grounds. Draco had been utterly terrified and had locked himself in his room, while the teachers tried to keep out journalists and angry people that screamed for "justice" out of the castle. That had obviously led to an argument with Harry about what exactly was going to happen when they graduated. They had a lengthy conversation, with a lot of sarcastic and snarky comments before Draco fell into desperation and tried to break up with him. He hadn't done it for himself, the Wizarding World already hated him anyways, but he didn't want to hold Harry back. So, he tried doing the only selfless thing in his life and told the love of his life that maybe he was better off without him. Harry had been silent, really silent which had scared Draco to no end. He had walked over to his boyfriend, gently grabbed his arm and pulled him hard off the bed he was sitting on. Harry was quite a bit shorter than Draco and a lot thinner, but he pulled him right off the bed. The fierce look in the brunette's eyes told him exactly what he thought of his solution. Harry hadn't said a word to him as he continued to manhandle him out of his dorm and to the castle grounds where most of the chaos was happening. Draco didn't have a clue of what was happening and was frankly terrified of what his crazy act-first-think-later lover was going to do.