Drarry OneShots

Lashing Out

“For fuck’s sake! Get out, Potter!” yelled Draco, turning away. “Draco...” “You heard me! Get OUT!” screamed the blond. “Bab-” began Harry. WHAP. Harry was stunned, standing stock-still in the middle of their bedroom, his emerald eyes full of hurt and betrayal. His hand reached up to touch his stinging cheek, the skin glowing with a hand-shaped mark. He turned and ran out without another word. “Shit- Harry! I'm sorry!!” Draco rushed out of the room and banged on the door of the bathroom which Harry had slammed shut and locked. “Harry, I'm so, so sorry, please, let me in,” he said, leaning against the door. He saw a shadow block the light coming from the bottom of the door where Harry had slumped to the ground. Draco looked around desperately for his wand and took it from the dresser in the hallway. “Alohomora.” He pushed the door open, Harry scrambled as far away from him as possible, a slight hint of fear in his eyes.  Draco moved forward and his heart shattered as Harry brought his knees to his chest and recoiled as far from him as possible, hiding his face. Draco saw the angry red mark on Harry’s face and tried to cup his cheek. Harry pushed him away. The blond’s eyes filled with tears. “I am so, so sorry, baby...” he murmured softly but seriously. He moved to sit beside him on the bathroom floor. “I was angry, I'm sorry...” he leaned his head against the black-haired boy’s shoulder. Harry didn't move away. “I’ll never do it again.” Harry turned his head to look at Draco. Draco reached out and stroked the boy’s cheek. Harry bit his lip and took Draco’s hand in his own. They sat there together for a short while, looking into each other's eyes. “I’m sorry.”