At Night
Title: At Night
Author: sugareey
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco, implication of H/D
Word Count: 437
Summary: To hell with happiness
Disclaimer: Not mine. However, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Regrets always come at night.
A/N: This is for the hd_angst prompt apology. Cheers!
At night, Draco always finds himself tossing and turning in his bed, the sheets tangling up with his limbs. He knows he’s dreaming, maybe having another nightmare. A nightmare about the Dark Lord, his father…Harry Potter. When Draco suddenly wakes up from another night of restlessness, he tries to reach over next to him, only to be met by emptiness. Right. This bed is for one. This room is for one. Hell, this flat is for one. And Draco realizes he doesn’t like it one bit.
Sighing, he sits up to run a hand over his face. How did things end up like this? How did he end up feeling so…alone? Hasn’t he done enough? But perhaps people want more out of him. Especially Harry. Because it was Harry he was always fighting for. Harry, who he was willing to die for. Harry, who he was willing to love. Draco still loves him, despite his denial.
He can still remember the day he saw Harry for the first time in London after the war. Draco had on a thick cloak as he was walking down to the Leaky Cauldron. His hood was over his head, since he hated the way people stared at him. Traitor. Coward. Even now, those words still ring in his ears. When he walked closer to the entrance, Harry was on his way out, with Weasley tailing behind. And that’s when Harry looked at him.
Draco can still feel the intense gaze, even though Harry isn’t here. But he remembers it felt like he was invisible. Harry looked through him for a moment before continuing his way through the streets of London and disappearing within the throng of people. That was what hurt Draco the most. To be ignored by the one person he wanted to be with. And he still wants to be with him.
He wonders if he will ever be good enough. Maybe there are other men that are better than Draco. Unless Harry reverted back to women? Was Draco that awful then? Did that make him a bad person? Draco can’t even answer himself because he starts to feel empty and vulnerable. Just like he does every time he thinks too much. He can only cling onto his pillow tightly to keep the tears from falling. Except when he lies down again, he can feel moisture touching his cheek. He always tries to forget about it before falling asleep. It never works. All because of an apology he never made. Because he could never tell Harry how he truly felt. To hell with happiness. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
Author: sugareey
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco, implication of H/D
Word Count: 437
Summary: To hell with happiness
Disclaimer: Not mine. However, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Regrets always come at night.
A/N: This is for the hd_angst prompt apology. Cheers!
At night, Draco always finds himself tossing and turning in his bed, the sheets tangling up with his limbs. He knows he’s dreaming, maybe having another nightmare. A nightmare about the Dark Lord, his father…Harry Potter. When Draco suddenly wakes up from another night of restlessness, he tries to reach over next to him, only to be met by emptiness. Right. This bed is for one. This room is for one. Hell, this flat is for one. And Draco realizes he doesn’t like it one bit.
Sighing, he sits up to run a hand over his face. How did things end up like this? How did he end up feeling so…alone? Hasn’t he done enough? But perhaps people want more out of him. Especially Harry. Because it was Harry he was always fighting for. Harry, who he was willing to die for. Harry, who he was willing to love. Draco still loves him, despite his denial.
He can still remember the day he saw Harry for the first time in London after the war. Draco had on a thick cloak as he was walking down to the Leaky Cauldron. His hood was over his head, since he hated the way people stared at him. Traitor. Coward. Even now, those words still ring in his ears. When he walked closer to the entrance, Harry was on his way out, with Weasley tailing behind. And that’s when Harry looked at him.
Draco can still feel the intense gaze, even though Harry isn’t here. But he remembers it felt like he was invisible. Harry looked through him for a moment before continuing his way through the streets of London and disappearing within the throng of people. That was what hurt Draco the most. To be ignored by the one person he wanted to be with. And he still wants to be with him.
He wonders if he will ever be good enough. Maybe there are other men that are better than Draco. Unless Harry reverted back to women? Was Draco that awful then? Did that make him a bad person? Draco can’t even answer himself because he starts to feel empty and vulnerable. Just like he does every time he thinks too much. He can only cling onto his pillow tightly to keep the tears from falling. Except when he lies down again, he can feel moisture touching his cheek. He always tries to forget about it before falling asleep. It never works. All because of an apology he never made. Because he could never tell Harry how he truly felt. To hell with happiness. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.