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Title: The Closed Door (17/?)
Author: Me. a.k.a. mugglerock
Warning(s): Something that resembles angst.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D
Category: Domestidrabble with a touch of angst and silliness.
Disclaimer: Why, yes! I do happen to own Harry Potter. I also own Disneyland, the Marlboro cigarette company, Playboy, and Big Ben. *relents* Not mine, no money, no sue.
Spoilers: Inadvertant if applied.
Feedback: Please, Sir? May I have some more?
Summary: So this is what it feels like to truly break someone's heart.
Sequel #16 in my series of domestidrabbles:
1. The Road Sign.
2. The Morning After.
3. The Weasley Remedy.
4. The Angry Girlfriend.
5. The Bad Choice.
6. The Portrait.
7. The Hunt.
8. The Introspection.
9. The Compromise.
10. The Aftermath.
11. The Smutty Interlude.
12. The Detour.
13. The Confrontation.
14. The Confession.
15. The Homosexual Affliction.
16. The Briefcase.
Author's notes: I warned you guys, no band-aids, no fixes, not yet. Just remember, I intend on writing a fluffy and an angsty ending to this series, so you lot can probably imagine the kind of hell I plan on putting our two favorite boys through. If you don't totally hate me or this, remember, gimme gimme <3<3s!
Harry sat in the same spot Parvati had left him for the next couple of hours. When he finally found the urge to look up at the clock, he realized that Draco would be coming home within the next half an hour.
What in the hell was he going to tell the blond? He couldn’t tell him the truth. That would only enrage the Slytherin into some kind of drastic action. Like killing Parvati. And, although the prospect didn’t seem like such a terrible idea, she was carrying his child. And what good would it do him if Draco ended up in Azkaban for the rest of his life? No, the truth was the last thing he could tell Draco. How did he get himself into such a fucked up situation?
The tiny Hermione-like voice in his head said, ‘Well, you did bring this on yourself. You should have known better than to fuck around on people who cared about you.’
And that was the reality of the situation. He brought this fucked up situation upon himself. He should have treated Parvati better. Or, rather, he should have broken up with her years ago. Or, he should have just kept his stupid prick inside his pants.
Harry was still silently berating himself when Draco came through the floo.
Draco dusted himself off as he stepped out of the fireplace. When he noticed just how pensive Harry looked, he quirked his brow in amusement, “You alright there, Harry?”
The Gryffindor shook his head and sighed, “We need to talk, Draco.” Harry gestured for Draco to sit on the sofa next to him.
The blond obeyed, unable to veil the concern in his features. He could tell from Harry’s body language, the Gryffindor was extremely uncomfortable and antsy. Draco had to resist the urge to hold the man’s hand.
Harry sighed again, prolonging at all costs what he was about to do. “Draco? I’ve made up my mind in regards to this, well, my current predicament.”
Draco shook his head in confusion, “I thought you already made your choice?” Draco felt his heart constrict as he noticed Harry start fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. This was not going to be good.
“No, I… I hadn’t actually made a decision, but… I have now.” Harry kept his eyes on his fidgeting hands, unsure of how to continue.
Draco sighed, “And?”
Realizing he needed to just bite the damn bullet, Harry forced his face into a composed and blank mask, “I’m moving in with Parvati next weekend. We’re going to turn Grimmauld Place into a storage facility if no one wishes to purchase it. We are to be married in about five months.” Harry felt incredibly impressed with himself for being able to say all of that without breaking down. Even though he happened to have sounded like some pretentious twat from another century.
Draco could have sworn his heart had stopped beating. He felt as though he had been port-keyed into some bizarre parallel universe. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you doing this?”
Harry shook his head and jumped up from the couch to start pacing, “Why shouldn’t I do this? A child should have two parents! No matter the circumstances, a child is better off having both of its parents!”
Draco scowled, “I can attest that is not always the case.”
Harry sighed, “Look, I’m doing what’s best for everyone concerned!”
Draco stood and crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to keep his voice steady, “Is that so? What about me? Huh? Or, am I not part of the equation after all?”
Harry shook his head, “I didn’t say that!”
“What did you say, then?”
“I…” Harry ran his hand nervously through his messy hair, “I’m choosing Parvati, because it’s the right thing to do. It’s the best thing to do for all of us. She loves me, she’s been good to me, and I’ll be honest, I’m really excited about starting my own family. You are considered part of the equation, Draco. I’m insensitive, idiotic, unfaithful, name your derogatory adjective, and it’s probably part of my personality! You have to realize that, in the long run, I would never make you happy.”
Draco sighed and let his hands fall to his sides, “You already do.”
Harry looked up in shock, but before he could say anything, Draco continued,
“You’re so bloody infuriating at times! You wouldn’t know tact if it bit you on the arse. You have no common sense, most of the time, your eating habits are disgusting, you snore, you steal all of the bloody covers, your cooking leaves much to be desired, despite being the savior of the ruddy wizarding world, you’re still insecure, you have no concept of manners, and you act much like a lost puppy the majority of the time. But, for whatever fucked up reason, I like that about you. I like all of these things about you. All of your so-called faults are what has and will continue to draw me to you. You’re human, Harry. I love you because of your faults, not in spite of them.” Draco instantly clasped his hand over his mouth. He mentally chastised himself for confessing his feelings.
Harry stood there, his mouth agape. Draco loved him. Truly loved him on a level no one else had ever reached. Draco Malfoy loved Harry Potter. Harry had never wanted to kiss another person as much as he wanted to kiss Draco at that very moment, but like a timed curse, Parvati came to the forefront of his mind. The manipulative witch who was determined to make his life a living hell.
Draco crossed his arms again and attempted to keep his voice steady, “So, there you have it, Harry. A Slytherin just did something very Gryffindor and offered up his heart on a platter. I’ve told you my feelings, now. It’s only fair you reciprocate.”
Harry felt sick. He was in a lose-lose situation. Literally. Either way, he would end up losing Draco. Whether the circumstances were a humiliation driven, angry parting due to the publication of sexually graphic photographs; or a broken heart, Draco would leave him. At least, choosing the latter would prevent the utter degradation and humiliation of his soon-to-be ex-lover. Harry felt himself channel Snape, as he said in an icy tone he could scarcely believe came from his own throat, “I don’t love you, Draco. I love Parvati. And I’m sorry it had to come to this, but I need you to move out as soon as you can.”
Draco bit his lip and swallowed back the bile rising up in his throat. He nodded his understanding and found himself matching Harry’s cold tone, “No problem, Potter. I’m as good as gone. I’ll send a house elf to retrieve my things.” He gave Harry a disgusted sneer and turned to walk out of the front door. The second he was outside, he apparated; unconcerned whether or not he may have been spotted on the muggle filled street.
Harry stared at the closed door dumbly. He was so numb; he couldn’t even feel the contrasting heat of his tears running down his face. He whispered into the empty house, “I’m so sorry, Draco.” So this is what it feels like to truly break someone's heart.
TBC.
The Muggle Cafe
Author: Me. a.k.a. mugglerock
Warning(s): Something that resembles angst.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D
Category: Domestidrabble with a touch of angst and silliness.
Disclaimer: Why, yes! I do happen to own Harry Potter. I also own Disneyland, the Marlboro cigarette company, Playboy, and Big Ben. *relents* Not mine, no money, no sue.
Spoilers: Inadvertant if applied.
Feedback: Please, Sir? May I have some more?
Summary: So this is what it feels like to truly break someone's heart.
Sequel #16 in my series of domestidrabbles:
1. The Road Sign.
2. The Morning After.
3. The Weasley Remedy.
4. The Angry Girlfriend.
5. The Bad Choice.
6. The Portrait.
7. The Hunt.
8. The Introspection.
9. The Compromise.
10. The Aftermath.
11. The Smutty Interlude.
12. The Detour.
13. The Confrontation.
14. The Confession.
15. The Homosexual Affliction.
16. The Briefcase.
Author's notes: I warned you guys, no band-aids, no fixes, not yet. Just remember, I intend on writing a fluffy and an angsty ending to this series, so you lot can probably imagine the kind of hell I plan on putting our two favorite boys through. If you don't totally hate me or this, remember, gimme gimme <3<3s!
Harry sat in the same spot Parvati had left him for the next couple of hours. When he finally found the urge to look up at the clock, he realized that Draco would be coming home within the next half an hour.
What in the hell was he going to tell the blond? He couldn’t tell him the truth. That would only enrage the Slytherin into some kind of drastic action. Like killing Parvati. And, although the prospect didn’t seem like such a terrible idea, she was carrying his child. And what good would it do him if Draco ended up in Azkaban for the rest of his life? No, the truth was the last thing he could tell Draco. How did he get himself into such a fucked up situation?
The tiny Hermione-like voice in his head said, ‘Well, you did bring this on yourself. You should have known better than to fuck around on people who cared about you.’
And that was the reality of the situation. He brought this fucked up situation upon himself. He should have treated Parvati better. Or, rather, he should have broken up with her years ago. Or, he should have just kept his stupid prick inside his pants.
Harry was still silently berating himself when Draco came through the floo.
Draco dusted himself off as he stepped out of the fireplace. When he noticed just how pensive Harry looked, he quirked his brow in amusement, “You alright there, Harry?”
The Gryffindor shook his head and sighed, “We need to talk, Draco.” Harry gestured for Draco to sit on the sofa next to him.
The blond obeyed, unable to veil the concern in his features. He could tell from Harry’s body language, the Gryffindor was extremely uncomfortable and antsy. Draco had to resist the urge to hold the man’s hand.
Harry sighed again, prolonging at all costs what he was about to do. “Draco? I’ve made up my mind in regards to this, well, my current predicament.”
Draco shook his head in confusion, “I thought you already made your choice?” Draco felt his heart constrict as he noticed Harry start fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. This was not going to be good.
“No, I… I hadn’t actually made a decision, but… I have now.” Harry kept his eyes on his fidgeting hands, unsure of how to continue.
Draco sighed, “And?”
Realizing he needed to just bite the damn bullet, Harry forced his face into a composed and blank mask, “I’m moving in with Parvati next weekend. We’re going to turn Grimmauld Place into a storage facility if no one wishes to purchase it. We are to be married in about five months.” Harry felt incredibly impressed with himself for being able to say all of that without breaking down. Even though he happened to have sounded like some pretentious twat from another century.
Draco could have sworn his heart had stopped beating. He felt as though he had been port-keyed into some bizarre parallel universe. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you doing this?”
Harry shook his head and jumped up from the couch to start pacing, “Why shouldn’t I do this? A child should have two parents! No matter the circumstances, a child is better off having both of its parents!”
Draco scowled, “I can attest that is not always the case.”
Harry sighed, “Look, I’m doing what’s best for everyone concerned!”
Draco stood and crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to keep his voice steady, “Is that so? What about me? Huh? Or, am I not part of the equation after all?”
Harry shook his head, “I didn’t say that!”
“What did you say, then?”
“I…” Harry ran his hand nervously through his messy hair, “I’m choosing Parvati, because it’s the right thing to do. It’s the best thing to do for all of us. She loves me, she’s been good to me, and I’ll be honest, I’m really excited about starting my own family. You are considered part of the equation, Draco. I’m insensitive, idiotic, unfaithful, name your derogatory adjective, and it’s probably part of my personality! You have to realize that, in the long run, I would never make you happy.”
Draco sighed and let his hands fall to his sides, “You already do.”
Harry looked up in shock, but before he could say anything, Draco continued,
“You’re so bloody infuriating at times! You wouldn’t know tact if it bit you on the arse. You have no common sense, most of the time, your eating habits are disgusting, you snore, you steal all of the bloody covers, your cooking leaves much to be desired, despite being the savior of the ruddy wizarding world, you’re still insecure, you have no concept of manners, and you act much like a lost puppy the majority of the time. But, for whatever fucked up reason, I like that about you. I like all of these things about you. All of your so-called faults are what has and will continue to draw me to you. You’re human, Harry. I love you because of your faults, not in spite of them.” Draco instantly clasped his hand over his mouth. He mentally chastised himself for confessing his feelings.
Harry stood there, his mouth agape. Draco loved him. Truly loved him on a level no one else had ever reached. Draco Malfoy loved Harry Potter. Harry had never wanted to kiss another person as much as he wanted to kiss Draco at that very moment, but like a timed curse, Parvati came to the forefront of his mind. The manipulative witch who was determined to make his life a living hell.
Draco crossed his arms again and attempted to keep his voice steady, “So, there you have it, Harry. A Slytherin just did something very Gryffindor and offered up his heart on a platter. I’ve told you my feelings, now. It’s only fair you reciprocate.”
Harry felt sick. He was in a lose-lose situation. Literally. Either way, he would end up losing Draco. Whether the circumstances were a humiliation driven, angry parting due to the publication of sexually graphic photographs; or a broken heart, Draco would leave him. At least, choosing the latter would prevent the utter degradation and humiliation of his soon-to-be ex-lover. Harry felt himself channel Snape, as he said in an icy tone he could scarcely believe came from his own throat, “I don’t love you, Draco. I love Parvati. And I’m sorry it had to come to this, but I need you to move out as soon as you can.”
Draco bit his lip and swallowed back the bile rising up in his throat. He nodded his understanding and found himself matching Harry’s cold tone, “No problem, Potter. I’m as good as gone. I’ll send a house elf to retrieve my things.” He gave Harry a disgusted sneer and turned to walk out of the front door. The second he was outside, he apparated; unconcerned whether or not he may have been spotted on the muggle filled street.
Harry stared at the closed door dumbly. He was so numb; he couldn’t even feel the contrasting heat of his tears running down his face. He whispered into the empty house, “I’m so sorry, Draco.” So this is what it feels like to truly break someone's heart.
TBC.
The Muggle Cafe