I'd blessed y'all with some angst with happy ending, implied cheating UwU why not right?
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Usually, Harry wouldn't be so insecure with himself and his marriage with Draco because he trusted the blond with all his heart but lately, the male had been coming back lesser and lesser, always claiming to be busy and spending most of his time at his apothecary.
Moreover that they hadn't had sex for a few months now. As if adding the salt to his wounds, the Daily Prophet printed out a recent gossip about Draco at a coffee shop with Astoria Greengrass. Irritation and jealousy swarmed Harry but he kept it down and quiet, knowing that nothing good ever comes from his outbursts of anger.
His pillow soaked in his tears well, leaving no trace in the morning served Harry well on most days.
He was off to buy some books in Diagon Alley for his job as a professor at Hogwarts and visit the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes while he was at it when he heard some girls gossiping behind him.
"Have you heard? Draco Malfoy had been cheating behind Professor Potter's back with Astoria Greengrass. Someone said that they kept seeing them on a date at the coffee shop," the first girl said with enthusiasm. The second girl gasped in horror. "Really? That's so mean. Why would he cheat on his husband? They've been married for several years now!"
"I think Professor Potter married the wrong person. Malfoy isn't suitable for him. He deserves so much better."
Harry felt the lump in his throat expanded the longer he heard about the conversation. Tears dwelled in his eyes but he quickly blinked them away. You can't cry here, Harry. You're in public.
He left the shop with his purchases and returned home immediately, leaving the books on the coffee table before going to the kitchen. He felt his heart shattered to pieces as the tears he had tried very hard to contain finally dripped. Doubt started circulating in his brain, poisoning his thoughts and emotions. He sobbed harder when he realised it.
Draco doesn't love me anymore.
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"I'm home," said a tired voice by the door. Harry, feeling equally tired after the entire day teaching, greeted him with a small smile. "Welcome home," he said as he took the robes and the bag from his husband. "Are you hungry? I was waiting for you. I made your favourite. by the way, we could eat together–"
"I already ate dinner, Harry," Draco said sleepily as he stretched. "I'm gonna shower and go straight to sleep. I'm knackered. You can go to eat without me," he added as he walked passed the raven, who stood there, frozen. Slowly, he hung his robes and placed his bags by the shelf. He bit his lips as he went to the kitchen to eat.
He stared at his plate, eyes flitting towards the vacant chair that Draco used to sit on. The loneliness was overwhelming, threatening Harry to combust but he held on strong. If he could defeat Voldemort, he could withstand this pain of heartache.
Silently, he ate all the food he cooked.
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As he entered the bedroom, he stared at his sleeping husband who he guessed didn't make it to the showers before he laid on the bed they used to make love on. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of being so distant from him.
He slipped underneath the sheets, scooting close to Draco and stopped when he smelt the unfamiliar scent on his shirt. Draco usually smelled like apples and cinnamon...
