B is for Beauty
AN: So the second chapter! I feel so accomplished :D I already have A-E finished and I'm about 3/4ths of the way through F which is the second part to this chapter which I almost cried writing for some odd reason. So yeah. Onward to more of Draco being a dick! XD 3
Rating: T-T+ For mentions of M/M sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry loved to watch Draco Malfoy. To Harry Draco was the epitome of male beauty and grace. He loved Draco's long, slender piano fingers, his pale blonde-white hair that fell into his stormy silver-grey eyes. Harry loved Draco's tall body, his skinny pale legs, and his long warm arms. When Draco was reading, he loved to watch him. When Draco was working he loved to watch him. He even loved to watch him when Draco was angry. Though, admittedly those times were only in reflection as he was normally angry as well. More then anything though, Harry loved to watch Draco in bed. Draco's face as they made love all night in their bed in their house that they'd lived in for the past 12 years was equisite. Draco's face when he reached completion deep inside Harry was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever witnessed.
That's why Harry almost regreted marrying Draco. Next to Draco's incredible beauty Harry felt undeniably ugly. He was Draco's opposite in almost every aspect. Dark hair, dark skin, small, glasses. He was ugly and he knew it. It was because he was ugly that Harry always needed that little extra reassurance from Draco every now and then that he was loved. Draco was always aware of when Harry needed those few words and freely gave them. He'd take Harry into his arms and gently hold him, pressing his lips against his forehead, murmuring sincere words of endearment. Then they'd go off to bed and Draco would make Harry feel like he's the most important person in the entire wizarding and muggle world.
Lately, however, Draco had been ignoring Harry to an extent. They still spoke and visited family, and shared a bed. They were still a normal married couple, except there was no sex. Draco hadn't touched him in a sensual way in over three months. And with each passing day, Harry's anxiety and insecurities rose. He feared that Draco found someone else. Someone beautiful and amazing just like him, a person who could be his equal in all ways. They'd gotten into a routine that Harry hated. Draco would wake up before Harry did, go to work in the Auror department of the Ministry without saying goodbye, come home late, late at night, eat the dinner waiting on the table with a heat reatining spell, then lay down next to Harry and go straight to sleep. Harry, having been forced to retire from his work as an Auror after an injury from an on the run Death Eater made his right arm unable to work at full capacity..
Harry knew that his husband's job was stressful and that it often required time taken outside of work. But even with his job, Draco had always managed to find time to spend with Harry and keep their relationship alive. Finally, the final straw came late one night. Harry had already gone to bed, asleep but just barely when Draco came in. Draco crawled into bed after stripping down to his skivvies and burrowed down into the sheets. Harry, having been jostled awake, shimmied closer to his husband's warm body and brought his hands up to the other's bare chest. Draco shivered and pulled away from him. "Your hands are freezing Harry." He muttered and Harry sighed. "Sorry Draco. You know how my body is. Cold one second, hot the next." Harry whispered, trying to move closer to Draco's body. Draco rolled over onto his side, back facing Harry. "Go to sleep Harry." Draco muttered irritably and Harry frowned. He kissed Draco's back softly then snuggled into the covers. "What are you doing?" Draco asked tersely, back tensing up. "I'm going to sleep." Harry said, souding confused.
"Why, exactly, are you kissing my bloody back?" Draco snapped, throwing the covers off. Draco stomped to the bathroom and threw the light on. Harry frowned, sitting up in bed slowly. Harry walked over to the bathroom calmly, his feet barely making a noise on the soft carpet. Harry watched as Draco fiddled around in the bathroom, not really doing anything just avoiding going back to the bed. He turned around and Harry felt his heart drop to the ground. Tears welled in his eyes, but he held them back and kept his voice steady. "Who is he Draco?" Harry asked quietly and Draco turned around, his face letting it be known he was annoyed with him. "What are you talking about Harry?" He growled and Harry flinched a bit, but didn't back down. "The one who gave you all those hickeys?" He asked and Draco whipped around to look in the mirror. "Those aren't hickies you bloody dolt." Draco snarled, glaring at the reflection of Harry in the mirror.
For the longest time, Harry stood there, not saying a word just caressing his wedding ring. "What? Have another thing to accuse me of? Something else you want to make assumptions, jump to conclusions about?" Draco asked sarcastically, twirling to look at Harry. One look was all it took for Draco to know he'd pushed his husband past his limit. Harry saggged against the doorway, his black hair covering his angry, Avada Kedavra green eyes. "You're a right bastard Draco. I barely care to ask why you're acting this way." Harry growled, pounding his fist against the doorway. "What's wrong with you lately? You're depressed all the time, you're moping around the house and you're clingy! For Merlin's sake, give me some space." Draco yelled, coming closer to Harry. Harry straightened up, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Give you space? GIVE YOU SPACE? Draco Malfoy, how dare you! You get cross with me just because I wanted to kiss my HUSBAND'S back? Three months, Draco! In three months you haven't touched me, haven't looked at me, haven't barely had any interaction with me at all. And now you're telling me to give you space? Fine! Take all the blody space you need, because I'm leaving! I'll go to Ron and Hermione's for now. Or maybe, I'll go to Seamus's place." Draco stiffened at the threat.
"If you even think of going to that playboy wannabe, horny, bloody wanker's house, I'll-!"
"You'll what Draco?"
"I-I-I!"
"WHAT?"
"I'll DIVORCE YOU!"
The house went deadly silent as the two stared at one another, one in shock and the other in betrayal. "Fine Draco. If it's that easy for you to just cast me aside like that, then so be it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Harry took his wand from the bedside table and with a crisp sweep, everything of his was packed into a suitcase. "Harry, Harry wait-!" Draco whispered, rushing over to Harry. "Dammit Malfoy . . . I love you. I've loved you for twelve years, liked you for fifteen, and had a crush on you since we met. But this time you've done it. You've made a right arse of yourself and I . . . I don't know if I can forgive you yet again after so many times." Harry lifted a shaky hand and ran his fingers down the side of Draco's face. "I'll leave. Just . . . a week Draco. If you haven't come to find me by then . . . well, then I'll file the papers myself." Harry said, wrapping a hand around the back of Draco's neck. he kissed the older man's jaw softly, taking in his scent one last time. Then, with tear-filled eyes, he stalked to the fireplace, and took some floo powder. With a trembling voice, he yelled, "Finnigan Stables." And was gone.
Draco sat on his bed wearily, dropping his face into his hands. "Harry...my Harry. My beautiful, beautiful Har-bear."
TBC...