King of Hearts ~ Drarry

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝕜
𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕: 𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟙𝕤𝕥, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘
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• Two Years Anterior •

"Is this goodbye?"

"I think it is."

"For how long?"

"Only a short while, hopefully. I have to end this, Draco."

"I know. I know, I just..."

"Wish it could be different?"

"Yeah."

Tears were falling, but that was to be expected.

"As do I."

• The Here and Now •

There was nothing more awkward than seeing your own fake boyfriend flee after you accidentally admit your love for him. Harry watched the blond scarper, and sighed. His friends were looking to him, he was sure of that, but facing them now seemed too humiliating.

It wasn't that Harry didn't have faith in Draco, it was just that...he had lost the game. After all of the bragging, after all of the betting, the promising, Harry had up and lost. Now Draco had his heart on a chopping block, and his cleaver was poised at the ready, though his arm wasn't moving. Harry wished that the chopper had just been brought down already.

There was a sound of rustling, and Harry turned to see Ron shifting the way that his legs sat. Harry wondered if there had ever been a worst time to do that. The saviour tried his best to stay neutral in expression, like he hadn't just jeopardized his entire relationship with one slip of a fucking word.

Hermione gave Ron a pointed stare, and Lavender caressed Harry's arm lovingly. "If it doesn't work out," she started, "Then it was never meant to be."

Those were bold words coming from a woman whose entire current relationship hadn't worked out int he beginning. Honestly, not the best advice given who she was, but Harry attempted to take it to heart.

Without admitting anything, Harry wondered if there was a way for him to ask if the two year lapse in time between the previous end and newest beginning of his relationship with Draco qualified as 'not working out', because he certainly had seen it to be that way for a long while. Now, however, he wasn't so sure. He and Draco had found each other again—though it had been admittedly simple—just as Lav and Ron had. Was that considered 'meant to be'?

He pondered this thought for a while.

Hermione cleared her throat, and Harry looked over to her. They made eye-contact, his green eyes pouring into her brown ones. She chewed her lips lightly, and seemed to be asking him the question that he was already wondering about with her eyes: 'What are you going to do?'

Harry pondered that thought for a while too.

•••

His friends left eventually, after a long span of silence that was unsurmountable, even when they tried to make small conversation. (Hermione had brought to light the fact that she had finally convinced Madam Pince to remove the Lockhart biography from the library, and he smiled with a disingenuous grin.) Harry waved them off, preoccupied, obviously, and barely noticed when Ron left a small treacle tart on the foot of his bed. Harry smiled lightly, but wondered where it had come from. He shrugged and took a bite, enjoying the familiarity of the treat.