Don't go breaking my heart
Title: Don't go breaking my heart
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1545
Prompt: lovers_corner Prompt No. 6 - heart break
Also written for:
♦ Gift for robinellen for providing the beta on one of my 2020 hd_owlpost fics. She asked for something with a bit of resolved angst, some jealousy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Warnings: Angst and jealousy
Summary: Draco wants to nurse his broken heart in private, but Harry isn't having it.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Draco had been sitting in the pub, nursing an ale and drowning his sorrows for nearly an hour. He'd chosen this Muggle gathering place simply because he knew no one would think to look for him here. And, by no one he meant Harry. Draco grimaced and took another drink of his ale.
Draco had always known that he and Harry couldn't last. He tried to ignore the whispers whenever they went out in public together, but Draco had never been able to silence the doubts in his own mind. When he'd seen that photo in the Prophet, Draco felt his heart break. Nevertheless, he was a Malfoy, and he had his pride. Draco packed up the most important items that he'd left at Harry's and made his exit before he had to face Harry. He wasn't sure he'd be able to maintain his stiff upper lip if their ill-fated relationship had ended with a row.
He hadn't meant to go to a pub, but Draco knew better than to go back to his own flat. That would be the first place Harry would look. If he returned home to the Manor, his mum would drive him mad with I told you so's.
For tonight, he would lick his wounds in peace. Tomorrow, Draco planned to visit the Portkey office and secure transport to...it didn't matter, really. Some place warm and sunny perhaps, where fit young blokes would parade around in nothing but tiny swim trunks. That thought should have cheered him, but it just added to Draco's misery. He didn't want any other bloke except for Harry. Too bad his philandering boyfriend wasn't as faithful.
Someone slid another pint under his nose. Draco glanced up at the waitress in confusion. "I didn't order another yet."
"It's from that bloke at the bar," she said. "If you're not interested in him, I may try to pull him. He's a bit of alright."
Draco looked towards the bar. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Harry perched on a stool and regarding him intently. In an instant, Draco's elation turned to dread, and the ale he'd consumed soured in his stomach. It seemed a row was in the offing, and in public no less. Draco scowled and pushed the new mug of ale away from him. He pointedly turned his head away from Harry and pretended great interest in the nearly empty ale he was nursing. Draco wasn't surprised when Harry ignored the cold shoulder and slid into the seat across from him.
"I had a devil of a time finding you."
"I didn't wish to be found. Piss off."
"Since it's obvious you're hacked off with me, it's obvious we need to talk."
Draco had nothing to say. He slid to the edge of his bench seat, intent on leaving with what dignity he had left. Harry's hand clamped down on his forearm.
"Don't touch me," Draco hissed.
"I said we need to talk," Harry bit out.
Draco's eyes flew to Harry's face, and his pulse sped up. It had been a long time since he'd been subjected to Harry's ire. It was frightening and thrilling in equal measure, and it fanned the embers of Draco's temper.
"If you decided to man up and throw me over to my face, fine," he muttered. "Boo hoo, my heart is broken, how shall I ever go on? If you came to apologize, save your breath. If you're here to gloat, go fuck yourself."
Harry sat back and blinked at him. Draco dropped his eyes, unwilling to admit that was hurt he'd seen on Harry's face.
"First of all, I am not here to gloat," said Harry. "That's absurd. Second of all, I have done nothing I need to apologize for, and third," he continued, ignoring Draco's sarcastic snort, "I spent far too much time and energy getting you into my life to just throw it all away."
Draco swallowed heavily and kept his mouth shut and his eyes down.
Harry released Draco's arm, sat back, and took a long pull from the mug of ale.
"That's mine," Draco groused.
"So am I," Harry shot back.
"Yeah?" sneered Draco. "You seemed awfully chummy with Weasley, and he can have you. I'm no longer interested."
Harry had the utter audacity to chuckle. "Are you jealous?"
"Certainly not," Draco scoffed. "I had intended to throw you over this week, but now it will appear as if you beat me to the Snitch."
Harry leaned forward aggressively. "You had better not have been planning to kick me to the kerb," he growled.
Draco lashed out like a wounded animal. "I've tired of you." Once again, the hurt in Harry's eyes caused Draco to drop his gaze. He tightened his jaw, unwilling to back down.
"I see," Harry said slowly. "I reckon that means you won't be wanting this then." He reached down and shifted in his seat before setting something on the table between them.
Draco couldn't resist glancing at it. His heart and stomach dropped again at the sight of the small velvet box. He wet his bottom lip with his tongue. "Wh..." Draco paused to clear his throat. "What is that?"
"Open it and see."
"I can't." Draco shook his head and clenched his trembling hands together.
Harry sighed and leaned forward once more. Earnestly this time, not aggressively. "Charlie and I met at the jewelry store yesterday. It was an unexpected surprise to see him there. I had no idea he was back in London. He told me he was picking out a ring for his boyfriend. I said to him, 'What a coincidence! So am I!' It was less scary to shop for rings together, you know? Afterward, we went for a pint to toast to our futures. I wonder if Toby saw that photo and packed up to move out of Charlie's cottage, or if he gave him a chance to explain?"
Draco's throat closed. He raised his eyes to Harry, only to see that Harry's eyes were downcast. Draco opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak past the lump in his throat.
"Of course, I'm sure Toby hadn't tired of Charlie," Harry said, voice sounding bitter. He retrieved the unopened box from where it sat on the table and returned it to his pocket. Harry slid out of the booth and stood up. "Have a happy life, Draco."
"Wait."
Harry halted, but he didn't turn around.
Draco's heart pounded in terror. He wasn't the brave one in this relationship, but if he didn't pluck up some courage immediately, there would longer be a relationship. He dampened his lips again.
"I...I didn't mean that," Draco rasped. "I was hurt, and...I was hurt." Moisture pricked at Draco's eyes, and he sniffed and dropped his head again.
"Draco. Look at me."
Draco shook his head. Warm fingers cupped his chin and tipped his head up. Harry's face blurred in front of him until he closed his eyes. One tear slipped out, betraying his weakness. A rough thumb smoothed it away.
Harry heaved another sigh and sat back down across from Draco. He didn't say another word, but he did set the box on the table between them again.
Draco drew in a shuddering breath and used a paper napkin to swipe at his eyes and nose. "I don't deserve that," he mumbled. I don't deserve you.
"Where else am I going to find another bloke as miserable as I am?"
A small, strangled laugh escaped Draco. He sobered quickly and plucked at the damp napkin. "I make you miserable?"
"No, you make me very happy," said Harry, reaching across the table to still Draco's fretful fingers. "I'd like to think tonight was an anomaly. Look, every relationship has its ups and downs, and ours is bound to be more volatile than most, but that's why we need to communicate. The next time you get angry at me, tell me! Hell, punch me in the face, I don't care. I'd much rather you break my nose than break my heart."
"I'm s-sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," said Harry. "I knew you'd see that ruddy picture and think the worst, but I didn't know how to explain it to you without letting the Kneazle out of the bag. And, frankly, I thought we'd have a tremendous row about it, followed by some smashing make up sex."
Draco cracked a small smile. "You weren't going to..." He couldn't say propose, not yet. "To ask me right away?" he improvised.
Harry's mouth turned down in a frown. "I wanted to do something grand and romantic."
Draco's heart melted and mended. "We could, ahem, we could maybe go out to dinner tomorrow night? Some fancy entrees, a bottle of bubbly. I can act surprised."
"Git," Harry said fondly. He reclaimed the box. "I reckon you can at least be surprised with what it looks like." He slid out of the booth again, using his grip on Draco's hand to tug him along.
Draco stood up and bumped Harry with his shoulder. "I hope I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Whether you find it pleasing or hideous, you're stuck with it," Harry warned him.
"I'll love it no matter what," Draco grinned. Because I love you.
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1545
Prompt: lovers_corner Prompt No. 6 - heart break
Also written for:
♦ Gift for robinellen for providing the beta on one of my 2020 hd_owlpost fics. She asked for something with a bit of resolved angst, some jealousy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Warnings: Angst and jealousy
Summary: Draco wants to nurse his broken heart in private, but Harry isn't having it.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Draco had been sitting in the pub, nursing an ale and drowning his sorrows for nearly an hour. He'd chosen this Muggle gathering place simply because he knew no one would think to look for him here. And, by no one he meant Harry. Draco grimaced and took another drink of his ale.
Draco had always known that he and Harry couldn't last. He tried to ignore the whispers whenever they went out in public together, but Draco had never been able to silence the doubts in his own mind. When he'd seen that photo in the Prophet, Draco felt his heart break. Nevertheless, he was a Malfoy, and he had his pride. Draco packed up the most important items that he'd left at Harry's and made his exit before he had to face Harry. He wasn't sure he'd be able to maintain his stiff upper lip if their ill-fated relationship had ended with a row.
He hadn't meant to go to a pub, but Draco knew better than to go back to his own flat. That would be the first place Harry would look. If he returned home to the Manor, his mum would drive him mad with I told you so's.
For tonight, he would lick his wounds in peace. Tomorrow, Draco planned to visit the Portkey office and secure transport to...it didn't matter, really. Some place warm and sunny perhaps, where fit young blokes would parade around in nothing but tiny swim trunks. That thought should have cheered him, but it just added to Draco's misery. He didn't want any other bloke except for Harry. Too bad his philandering boyfriend wasn't as faithful.
Someone slid another pint under his nose. Draco glanced up at the waitress in confusion. "I didn't order another yet."
"It's from that bloke at the bar," she said. "If you're not interested in him, I may try to pull him. He's a bit of alright."
Draco looked towards the bar. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Harry perched on a stool and regarding him intently. In an instant, Draco's elation turned to dread, and the ale he'd consumed soured in his stomach. It seemed a row was in the offing, and in public no less. Draco scowled and pushed the new mug of ale away from him. He pointedly turned his head away from Harry and pretended great interest in the nearly empty ale he was nursing. Draco wasn't surprised when Harry ignored the cold shoulder and slid into the seat across from him.
"I had a devil of a time finding you."
"I didn't wish to be found. Piss off."
"Since it's obvious you're hacked off with me, it's obvious we need to talk."
Draco had nothing to say. He slid to the edge of his bench seat, intent on leaving with what dignity he had left. Harry's hand clamped down on his forearm.
"Don't touch me," Draco hissed.
"I said we need to talk," Harry bit out.
Draco's eyes flew to Harry's face, and his pulse sped up. It had been a long time since he'd been subjected to Harry's ire. It was frightening and thrilling in equal measure, and it fanned the embers of Draco's temper.
"If you decided to man up and throw me over to my face, fine," he muttered. "Boo hoo, my heart is broken, how shall I ever go on? If you came to apologize, save your breath. If you're here to gloat, go fuck yourself."
Harry sat back and blinked at him. Draco dropped his eyes, unwilling to admit that was hurt he'd seen on Harry's face.
"First of all, I am not here to gloat," said Harry. "That's absurd. Second of all, I have done nothing I need to apologize for, and third," he continued, ignoring Draco's sarcastic snort, "I spent far too much time and energy getting you into my life to just throw it all away."
Draco swallowed heavily and kept his mouth shut and his eyes down.
Harry released Draco's arm, sat back, and took a long pull from the mug of ale.
"That's mine," Draco groused.
"So am I," Harry shot back.
"Yeah?" sneered Draco. "You seemed awfully chummy with Weasley, and he can have you. I'm no longer interested."
Harry had the utter audacity to chuckle. "Are you jealous?"
"Certainly not," Draco scoffed. "I had intended to throw you over this week, but now it will appear as if you beat me to the Snitch."
Harry leaned forward aggressively. "You had better not have been planning to kick me to the kerb," he growled.
Draco lashed out like a wounded animal. "I've tired of you." Once again, the hurt in Harry's eyes caused Draco to drop his gaze. He tightened his jaw, unwilling to back down.
"I see," Harry said slowly. "I reckon that means you won't be wanting this then." He reached down and shifted in his seat before setting something on the table between them.
Draco couldn't resist glancing at it. His heart and stomach dropped again at the sight of the small velvet box. He wet his bottom lip with his tongue. "Wh..." Draco paused to clear his throat. "What is that?"
"Open it and see."
"I can't." Draco shook his head and clenched his trembling hands together.
Harry sighed and leaned forward once more. Earnestly this time, not aggressively. "Charlie and I met at the jewelry store yesterday. It was an unexpected surprise to see him there. I had no idea he was back in London. He told me he was picking out a ring for his boyfriend. I said to him, 'What a coincidence! So am I!' It was less scary to shop for rings together, you know? Afterward, we went for a pint to toast to our futures. I wonder if Toby saw that photo and packed up to move out of Charlie's cottage, or if he gave him a chance to explain?"
Draco's throat closed. He raised his eyes to Harry, only to see that Harry's eyes were downcast. Draco opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak past the lump in his throat.
"Of course, I'm sure Toby hadn't tired of Charlie," Harry said, voice sounding bitter. He retrieved the unopened box from where it sat on the table and returned it to his pocket. Harry slid out of the booth and stood up. "Have a happy life, Draco."
"Wait."
Harry halted, but he didn't turn around.
Draco's heart pounded in terror. He wasn't the brave one in this relationship, but if he didn't pluck up some courage immediately, there would longer be a relationship. He dampened his lips again.
"I...I didn't mean that," Draco rasped. "I was hurt, and...I was hurt." Moisture pricked at Draco's eyes, and he sniffed and dropped his head again.
"Draco. Look at me."
Draco shook his head. Warm fingers cupped his chin and tipped his head up. Harry's face blurred in front of him until he closed his eyes. One tear slipped out, betraying his weakness. A rough thumb smoothed it away.
Harry heaved another sigh and sat back down across from Draco. He didn't say another word, but he did set the box on the table between them again.
Draco drew in a shuddering breath and used a paper napkin to swipe at his eyes and nose. "I don't deserve that," he mumbled. I don't deserve you.
"Where else am I going to find another bloke as miserable as I am?"
A small, strangled laugh escaped Draco. He sobered quickly and plucked at the damp napkin. "I make you miserable?"
"No, you make me very happy," said Harry, reaching across the table to still Draco's fretful fingers. "I'd like to think tonight was an anomaly. Look, every relationship has its ups and downs, and ours is bound to be more volatile than most, but that's why we need to communicate. The next time you get angry at me, tell me! Hell, punch me in the face, I don't care. I'd much rather you break my nose than break my heart."
"I'm s-sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," said Harry. "I knew you'd see that ruddy picture and think the worst, but I didn't know how to explain it to you without letting the Kneazle out of the bag. And, frankly, I thought we'd have a tremendous row about it, followed by some smashing make up sex."
Draco cracked a small smile. "You weren't going to..." He couldn't say propose, not yet. "To ask me right away?" he improvised.
Harry's mouth turned down in a frown. "I wanted to do something grand and romantic."
Draco's heart melted and mended. "We could, ahem, we could maybe go out to dinner tomorrow night? Some fancy entrees, a bottle of bubbly. I can act surprised."
"Git," Harry said fondly. He reclaimed the box. "I reckon you can at least be surprised with what it looks like." He slid out of the booth again, using his grip on Draco's hand to tug him along.
Draco stood up and bumped Harry with his shoulder. "I hope I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Whether you find it pleasing or hideous, you're stuck with it," Harry warned him.
"I'll love it no matter what," Draco grinned. Because I love you.