"Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic." ~ Anais Nin.
I do not claim any sort of authority over the characters. They were introduced either in the Harry Potter novels or were inspired through the work of J.K. Rowling.
Length: 820
Title: Damaged
"This isn't about you."
"How do you expect me to believe that?" The blond responded.
"Because I just need to be alone."
Harry lifted his wand and a few of his clothes began to fly into his suitcase, packing themselves neatly. He didn't make much eye contact with Draco for the rest of the afternoon whilst he packed a few essentials.
"Where will you go?" Draco finally said pulling on Harry's arm attempting to stop him from packing any further. His body ached for Harry's touch but he could feel that Harry was trying to keep his distance.
"I don't know."
"How long will you be gone for?" Draco asked as Harry pulled away and began packing his shoes lifting them with his wand. He looked weak, Draco thought. He knew that Harry had barely eaten anything the past few days. Draco knew that Harry had been depressed, but he didn't know why, and for how long. He had attempted many times to cheer Harry up but, the feeling would quickly fade from Harry and he would return to his previous state of despair.
"I don't know."
"Is there anything you know?" Draco snapped.
"I know that I love you, it isn't about you. My heart beats because of you. If you hadn't been my rock for the past few months I would have died. You've kept me alive…" A tear began to trickle down Harry's cheek and his emerald green eyes glowed from the moisture.
Draco ran to Harry and held him tightly.
"Please let me go." Harry whispered.
"What of your flat, and your cat, if you don't know how long you're leaving for?"
"Hermione said she'll take care of it, in case you no longer wish to do so."
"You don't expect that I will wait for you?" Draco asked.
"I hope that you won't." Harry responded.
Draco was hurt. He pulled away from Harry looking shocked and dejected. He turned around with his back towards Harry, he didn't wish for Harry to see his tears. He had tried to stay strong in this. He had tried to be Harry's rock for months now, and he couldn't show him weakness.
A few moments later Draco felt Harry's arms around him as he squeezed him and kissed the back of Draco's neck. Harry whispered, "Kiss me the way you did the first time, the way you do every time I am cross with you and you strain to seduce me."
Draco turned and hugged Harry tightly, almost too securely as he would never let go. The grey dampened eyes stared at the green saturated ones, as Harry closed his eyes and waited for Draco's lips on his. Draco pushed Harry against the wardrobe door and bit his lower lip causing Harry to moan. Harry fought back restricting Draco to enter his tongue in Harry's mouth and they fought with their lips, their tongues until Harry gave up and let Draco have his way. For that moment Draco forgot everything, he forgot Harry was leaving, he forgot his pain.
Draco pushed Harry on his bed as he rode in his lap, lips still collectively attached to each others. In the wrestling of the two bodies Harry kicked his suitcase on the floor, its contents spreading all over the floor. Draco didn't pause, he removed Harry's trousers first, then his and with a whisper of an incantation he wetted Harry's entrance. He couldn't let Harry leave without a memory of what he was leaving behind. Draco looked into Harry's eyes who indicated that he was ready and without any other warning Draco entered Harry with force. He pushed in hard and deep making Harry moan. The two men were used to each other's movements and moans. Draco could tell when Harry was about to come and he thrusted his movements to catch up with Harry. Harry came first and Draco filled him shortly after.
It wasn't long until they both fell asleep. A few hours later when Draco awoke Harry was gone. That moment Draco remembered, Harry had left, the pain had returned. Draco reckoned that Harry must have casted a silencing charm around Draco so he wouldn't be able to hear when Harry was repacking his possessions, so Draco wouldn't be able to hear him leave.
Draco saw a pamphlet next to where Harry's pillow laid. It was a brochure of a Muggle Facility with a slogan "Finding Where You Belong." It was a mental rehabilitation centre for people suffering from trauma, such as war or losing loved ones due to violence. At the bottom Harry had left a note for Draco.
I don't expect you to wait for me, but, I can only hope that someday you'll understand. I need to do this for myself; I need to do this on my own. My body has left your bedside but you still hold onto my heart.
(A/N): So this is something new I'm trying. Not sure how many chapters I will continue this on for or how often I will update. However, I have noticed, the more people comment, faster I update. We all need a little inspiration, positive or negative. Please review and let me know your thoughts.