Darco's Letter
Usually, Harry does not notice things; particularly emotional things. But how could he not notice Draco Malfoy's sudden plunge into depression? There was the moping around the flat, the unnatural decrease in snarky comments, and Harry's heart nearly broke in two when he heard Draco's sobbing one day after coming come early from work.
Nothing seemed to boost Draco's mood. Not pastries, nor strawberries with whipped-cream, and most surprisingly of all, not even cinnamon coffee from Draco's favorite library's Java Bar.
"We're going to fix this Draco. Now," said Harry at the dinner table after he noticed a silent tear streak down Draco's cheek into his salad.
"No, we can't." Draco sighed, and spoke into his salad with a quivering voice. "I've accepted the fact that I'm a 'slimy git' to the rest of the world and to my parents. They won't change their minds, Harry. All they care about in their image; I've known that they don't care- I j-just hoped th-that maybe; just maybe they might remember that I a-am th-their s-son! That I actually have a BLOODY SOUL! It doesn't surprise me, Harry that they would do such a thing.." Draco now gained some confidence and was staring persistently into Harry's eyes.
"I suspected this would happen eventually. I surprised myself that I was stupid enough to think that they might have cared, somewhere in their soul. You see, Harry, I know they don't give a rat's ass about me. I just- just hoped they might realize that I cared about them! That they might conjure the idea that I-I want to be their son. They may not be the best parents, or even good parents, but they were my parents."
"Draco…" Harry started, getting out of his chair and over to Draco's. His eyes grazed over Draco's broken form and his heart suddenly filled with anger for Draco's parents and his veins started pumping that all-to familiar adrenalin to save- to protect.
"Lets go to the Manor! Let's talk some sense into your parents… I mean…we can convince them that this love between us isn't bad!" Harry started excitedly pacing frantically in the small kitchen. He then slammed his fist on his plate, and stray drops of ranch spotted his face. "Now! Draco…" Harry paused and slowed down his jumbled speech, "I love you- and I just want you to be happy."
Draco bit his lip and gazed uncertainly into Harry's bright eyes with his own teary ones. After a moment or two of silence Draco spoke.
"Fine, love. We'll do it. But, not today, dear. Tomorrow. I'm – I'm ready for a verbal confrontation at the moment. By the Harry, you have ranch dressing on your nose" Draco couldn't help throwing out that particular snarky comment.
"I do?" Harry's hand whipped up to wipe it off.
"Yeah, but don't worry, I'll get it for you.." Draco said, winking.
That's when Harry found Draco's lips on his face.
A/N: Ahh! What will happen next? Actually, I don't know o_O. I was hoping you could tell me. Suggestions? Please help me with the plot line? :D Anyways, thanks ladykatye for following, and amzingcullen for commenting! :3… You both deserve cookies… :D!