drarry oneshots

The Only Thing

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Suggested rape, sexual abuse and pedophilia (?).  If you get triggered by these things, please skip this chapter.
P.S: None of these acts were committed by Draco or Harry.  They're just wholesome children.  And yes, no death in this one! Apart from Voldemort.

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Dear Harry,

You love to compliment me don't you? I'm sorry, I'm not very good at taking compliments... In fact, I'm not very good at relationships. When you came to Paris on one of your Auror missions and we met, I didn't know what to do. When I walked into that coffee shop, I didn't even realise it was you. I've always liked you – you know that. But all my past 'relationships' weren't so successful. Like... my first music teacher, Henry Mannox.

He was broad and dark; Taught me all about dynamics. He was twenty-three, and I was thirteen – going on thirty. we'd spend hours strumming the lute, striking the chords and blowing the flute. he plucked my strings all the way to G... went from major to minor, C to D. He'd say; "tell me what you need. What you want, you don't need to plead. 'Cause I feel the chemistry. Like I get you and you get me..." He said we had this 'connection'.

I remember thinking, maybe this guy was it. He just cared so much, it felt legit. We had a connection, I thought that guy was different. But all he wanted to do was touch me, love me, he couldn't get enough. Telling me I'm the 'fairest of the fair', whatever that means... You know, I had no idea what sexual assault or rape was until it happened to me. But then there was another guy; Francis Dereham. He was so serious, stern and slow. He got what he wanted and he wouldn't take no. I helped him in this office... he even let me use his favourite quill. Though, I did spill ink all over the parchment. My wrist was so tired! Still, I came back the next day as he required. He said the same things to me; meaningless compliments, yet I was so sure he was different. He said we had this 'connection'. But all he wanted to do was please me, squeeze me, 'birds and the bees' me. He couldn't wait a second more to get my corset on the floor.

Yeah. That didn't work out. So I decided to have a break from boys and you'll never guess who I met... Tall, large, Tom Riddle; the Dark Lord, globally revered. Although you wouldn't know it from the look of his face. Made me a death eater, hurled me and my family up in the world. He gave me duties to complete, and he swears; That without me, he doesn't know what he'd do. He said I'm what he needs, all he wanted, we both agreed; That was the place for me. He cared so much, he called me love. He said we had this 'connection'. I guess it wasn't so different.

With him it wasn't easy, his temper's short and the death eaters were sleazy. Except for this one guy my age, he was a really nice guy, just so sincere. The rich life wasn't what I planned, but Theodore was there to lend a helping hand. So sweet, made sure that I was okay and we hung out loads when the Dark Lord was away. This guy finally, is what I want, the friend I need! Just mates, no chemistry. I get him and he gets me... and there's nothing more to it. He just cared so much, he was devoted. Then he said we have a connection.

I thought that time was different.
Why did I think he'd be different?
But it's never, ever different
'Cause all they wanna do
Is touch me, squeeze me, don't care if you don't please me... When will enough be enough? Bite my lip and pull my hair, as you tell me I'm the 'fairest of the fair'. I still haven't healed properly over any of this.

Then you killed Tom, Voldemort, if you will. Without you knowing it, you saved me. I'm forever in your debt, Harry, yet it's so hard for me to accept your advances. I'm so sorry, for this is just a waste of your time. I'm nothing but broken pieces, and you did not sign up to fix me. Do you understand? I can't even give my own Mother a hug anymore, I can't shake hands, I can't do anything. How can I love you, then? I'm so, so sorry, Harry. I'll love you for the rest of my life, and even in death, but you don't deserve this.

With love, and deep regret,
Draco Malfoy.

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Harry squeezed the paper roughly in his grip, reading it over and over again for what felt like an eternity. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down his face. He could feel the muscles of his chin tremble like a small child and he looks toward the window, as if the light could soothe him. The sobs punched through, ripping through his muscles, bones, and guts. He pressed his forehead against his desk and began to let his heart yank in and out of his chest. It pulled back in like a yo yo. Over and over. In and out. Harry was hollow. His life crumbled in her fingertips. Just when Harry thinks all hope is lost, he remembered Draco. The sound of his voice calling Harry's name. It is like a ray of light in the darkness. It guides him back to reality. He remembers the feeling of Draco taking Harry's hands in his, pulling him into his arms like a child.

He stood up from his desk, his auror robes brushing against the wooden surface in one swift moment. Harry wasn't going to let their relationship end like this. He took his wand off his desk, before he apparated right to where he knew Draco would be; the coffee shop where they had met. It was dark in Paris. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's safety I could feel my own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark. The store was closed, of course, since it was night; yet Harry still saw Draco there. He was sitting on a chair in front of it, staring up at the starry sky in deep thought.

"Draco..." Harry whispered, sitting beside him and peering over in the same direction he was. Malfoy gasped, his eyes darting over to Harry.

"Why did you come here? Why do you bother?" He replied, whimpering slightly.

"As I've told you in past letters, my Dear, we are soulmates. I know it's hard for you, but I'm willing to wait for it. I want to be here for you, and though you aren't ready for a physical relationship... I'm happy to compromise and stay here with you." Harry mumbled, his eyes still focussed towards the sky. "The words exchanged between the two of us will be all that we need – more, even.  I love you, Draco, and as I've told you before; I'll do anything for you."

As much as Draco tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from his throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.

"H–Harry..." He whispered, his voice quiet and unsure.

"I'm sorry, are you alri–" He asked, before being interrupted.

"I'm going to touch you now."

"Okay, as long as you're comfortable." Harry mumbled warmly.

Draco, slowly, bent over.  Before sobbing into Harry's chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket. Harry held him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief.  As Harry stroked his hair, his breathing slowed. Then he began to whisper sweet words into his ear, attempting to soothe him. Now his tears had stopped, leaving only their tell-tale wet tracks down his face. Harry could soothe him like no-one else, even his own breaths were deep and even.

"I'm sorry about that letter, Harry..." Draco finally muttered, pulling away and placing his hands within his lap.

"No, no, I'm glad you sent it.  Otherwise you would've continued to suffer in silence, and that hurts far more..."

"Merlin, Harry, I love you so much."

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A/N
Hey guys! This fanfiction was based off, obviously, Six The Musical's song; "All You Wanna Do".  Hope you all enjoy Harry being a S I M P, and Draco just being an anxious wreck.  I'm working on some more oneshots for you guys and I have a ton of ideas! Though I still have school, I will try and add to my drafts at least once a day.  This story was kind of rushed, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway! :)
Love you all, and have a good day/night! x