My Heart isn't made for breaking
Warnings: MalexMale (Slash), Swearing
Summary: The difficulties of a break-up, throw in some bad communication and you get an altogether painful experience.
Disclaimer: Yeah, definitely not my characters. I wish...
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It was a warm Autumn day and Harry Potter was sitting under a tree by the lake side. The soft rustling of the wind through the leaves above him had lulled him into a state of content drowsiness. Half-lidded green eyes, hardly aware of the students in the closer vicinity, stared peacefully into space.
„Hey hero-boy." a smooth drawl startled Harry out of his stupefied state. „Thought I'd find you here." The tone in which the youth spoke was in no way hostile or mocking, but rather familiar and teasing. Harry sat up to greet the other.
„Hey Dray...-co" he corrected the name quickly after seeing the tell-tale twitch in the corner of said blond's mouth. „Thought I'd get some fresh air and sun." Harry leaned back against the tree again. "And what brings you out here? Wouldn't you be ruining your perfect complexion?" A smile had made its way onto Harry's face as he gazed at Draco expectantly.
Now, this was very much not a situation anyone had pictured the long-time rivals to be caught in, as the long-time conflict between the two was by no means a secret.
Well, to understand this you'd have to go back three weeks in time. During one of the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch matches there had been an accident. Draco Malfoy had collided with a stray bludger that had knocked him unconscious in mid-air at a dangerous height. Harry had saved the Slytherin Seeker from almost certain death by catching him on his broom in in a daring free-fall maneuver, crashing into the ground with less velocity, but injuring himself in the process.
All in all, quite the stunt. And it had, naturally, created quite the hype. Harry Potter saving Draco Malfoy? Well, that had been unexpected. In the end it had been blamed - by most of the student population - on Harry's saviour complex.
Both boys, having suffered extensive injuries, had a full week's time to get over their differences in the hospital wing while being tort- excuse me – treated back to full health by an ever-enthusiastic Madam Pomphrey. She had insisted on not healing them with potions only, as their bodies would be put under quite a lot of strain and the concussion they both sustained needed to be carefully monitored for the first few days.
Having to deal with each other so closely wasn't pleasant for either at first and so tempers ran wild. The turning point for the two had been a shouting match in which quite a lot of extremely personal information had been quite loudly and vividly conveyed to the other over the course of a full hour.
"You think I wanted this?! You're an absolute idiot! You have no idea what it means to have half the dark forces breathing down your family's necks!"
"Oh yeah? Still seems to me you had a choice not to be a perfect bastard to me and my friends either! What the hell do you even think you're saying calling me the Golden boy?! I didn't even know magic existed before I turned eleven!"
The resulting three days of contemplative silence, had given them time to re-evaluate their views of one another. Was this petty rivalry really what they wanted? Was it merely a venting mechanism? The rivalry had indeed been based on insults and punches thrown in righteous anger and Draco's first impression as well as his succeeding ones had not been ideal. But it had recently degraded into teenagers getting rid of frustration, perhaps searching for an outlet for all the pressure they were under. Had they had too much prejudice getting in their way of seeing who the other really was?
Harry had gained insight into what it meant to grow up under Lucius' harsh rule, believing that nothing you did was good enough except when it was the absolute best. Adding to that the threat of the revived Dark Lord whom everyone believed you followed (and consequently stamped you as a Death Eater), because your family did. Draco's life suddenly didn't seem so simple and pampered any more. Sure, he was still a rich brat, but there was much more to it than that. A lot of bad behavior the Slytherin had shown now made more sense.
The mask of the Ice Prince was forever flawed in Harry's mind. Venting his anger and frustration on the elder Malfoy, rather than the younger, seemed more appropriate. He even sympathized with some of the decisions Draco had made. Though Hermione's punch had still been perfectly appropriate - he could still be an unfathomable git.
Similarly, Draco had learned, that Harry was not at all the attention-seeking brat he had made him out to be and, what was more; he didn't seem to revel in his fame as much as have it thrown at him and struggling with it on a regular basis. Having grown up with a family that hated magic, and consequently; him, Harry had often been locked in „his cupboard", manhandled by Dudley or Vernon, starved or just generally neglected. Considering that in addition to the fact that he would have to go up against Voldemort, Harry seemed to have to endure quite a lot of unfairness in his past and present. If Harry's words were to be believed, he was rather dreaming to lead a quiet and 'normal' life. A Mum, a dad and a happy kid. Granted, that wasn't what he could get other than with the honorary parents the Weasleys had apparently become to him, but it seemed enough for Harry.
Hearing some of the things that had happened instead, Draco dearly wished he could vent some frustration on those Muggles. No that he cared particularly about Potter, but child abuse was vile and made him want to show them what happened when they messed with wizards.
Their views of - and animosity - toward each other had, from then on, irreversibly changed.
After the three days of thoughtful silence, Harry had finally broken it.
„Malfoy?" He waited until he was sure he had his rival's attention. „You think we could call a truce?" A moment of tense silence followed.
„Yeah, I guess I could find a new Gryffindor to appoint my mortal enemy." A small chuckle vibrated through Harry. „Though I doubt they will live up to your standards, Scarface"
„I guess not, Ferret, after all; I am quite unique." A saucy smile stole itself onto Harry's face.
The two had then become tentative friends and after several more weeks, finally and quite unintendedly, they had become very dear to each other. Not that any of the two had been able to admit that openly. No, dating, love and all that was still an undisclosed topic and therefore uncharted territory. And that was only if these feelings were even actually headed in that direction. Better to just keep a lid on that and not break the fragile trust they had established.
What was certain; three weeks had gone by and they had changed everything.
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"My complexion is perfect in every season. Nothing for you to be concerned about, Potter."
Draco sat himself next to Harry onto the mossy ground under the tree. Leaning up against the trunk beside the black haired boy, he closed his eyes and relished the calming atmosphere. Enjoying his friend's company. All the while Harry sat beside him and watched his every move bemusedly.
When had he grown so comfortable with Draco? It seemed he had grown exceedingly fond of him. This disquieted him more than a little, as he was completely uncertain if this perhaps also implied something about his sexual orientation he wasn't really ready to consider.
There was no use dwelling on all the difficult questions too much, though. In his opinion, all that mattered was the question; What now?
Tilting his head back, so he could watch the rays of sun through the leaves above, he didn't notice Draco turning toward him and observing him intently. Turning toward Harry fully Draco nudged Harry on the shoulder softly.
"Harry." And as the dark-haired youth turned, the Slytherin leaned in and touched his lips to Harry's gently, snaking his arms around his back.
A surprised, muffled, "Wha-?" was heard and then with a chocked off grunt the Gryffindor's eyes drifted closed. Thoughts racing, Harry's lips remained frozen as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. After a few more moments of Draco gently working his lips over his, Harry shivered and melted into the kiss. 'Hmm. Probably definitely also into blokes. Or at least; definitely falling for Draco then.' Harry's brain provided eloquently.
Draco pulled back slightly and caught his breath, looking at Harry's face that had gone slack with acceptance and reluctant pleasure. After confirming that there was definitely no complete aversion to what he was doing, he leaned back in and deepened the kiss.
Harry, feeling excitement start to course through his veins, accepted more readily this time. This felt exhilarating! All the foreign feelings in his gut were amazing. He felt a bit like doing loops on a broom as his hands snuck into the blonde's hair and the kiss continued. In this moment he was sure; he really wanted to explore whatever this was with Draco.
Draco's tongue slid into Harry's mouth and gently entwined with his. Harry let out a soft moan and pressed closer to Draco. Harry, not having had that particular experience before, eagerly copied him and hoped he was fairing reasonably. Draco would likely make fun of him, if his skills were abysmal. After the need for precious oxygen had become overwhelming, the two broke apart.
"Wow" Harry whispered dazedly. "We have to do that again sometime."
"Most definitely." Draco agreed. " And soon." He smirked softly, sitting back against the tree and gingerly took Harry's hand in his.
"You think somebody saw?" Harry asked quietly.
"I don't know, and I honestly wouldn't care if they did."
Harry sighed contently.
"Dray?"
"I've told you: Don't call me that. I'm Draco." The Slytherin chided gently. His aversion to the shortening of his already short name had Pansy-induced reasons. Harry glanced at Draco apologetically.
"Sorry, Draco. Uhm...Just..." Stumbling over the question, he finally blurted out: "What did you mean by it?"
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I'm not sure I was thinking very deeply about it, to be honest. I think there's something there between us and I seem to like you more than I had thought possible." he paused, with a slightly scrunched up nose and a quick, hesitant smile to Harry, "But I felt like getting closer to you and I'd like to see where this goes."
"Boyfriends?" Harry stated, a bit insecurely.
"If you'd like to label it that, then... boyfriends it is." and with that Draco kissed Harry's temple softly. And Harry felt giddy at both the kiss and the admission Draco had made to wanting to be in an actual relationship with him.
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The following month passed in complete bliss for both of them. They snuck around, kissing in corridors and meeting up in secret at night. Nobody had found out about them yet. The reason they were not too keen on letting everyone know was acceptance. They wanted to enjoy the presence of the other for as long as possible without meddling, while they grew a deeper understanding of their feelings for each other and possibly where to go from here.
But fate had dealt a new card. The ever present dark forces were looming and their occupation of Malfoy Manor as a base of operations had changed priorities for Draco. His relationship and earlier happiness with Harry seemed ill-fated and foolish. He would endanger them both, and for what? They were children and their crushes seemed insignificant in the context of the war that was likely going to be waged within a year.
The two teens had experienced wondrous moments together and had developed their relationship quite a bit, including Harry's first sexual experiences. This was also what bugged Harry the most about his lover's current behavior.
"But Dray..." His voice was wavering badly and no amount of telling himself to get a grip already seemed to be able to change that. "You said you loved me." Sounding pathetic didn't really bother Harry right now. He felt pathetic anyway.
"Yes, I did. And don't call me that, please." His voice, outrageously, sounded almost bored. "So?"
"Well, didn't you mean it?" Harry snapped. Draco was being deliberately ignorant and he knew it!
"I guess. I don't know." Draco looked at Harry, who was standing there in only his boxers, having slept in his boyfriend's dorm. It was still morning, so Draco – not being a morning person – was still in bed, the letter that had just arrived with an elaborate Malfoy crest on the front, still in his hand. "I need you to go now." The Slytherin's tone had a sort of finality to it that scared Harry more than anything.
"But Draco, I think-... I do love you." He whispered, voice breaking at the end. He cleared his throat "...very much." He added, surprised at the admission he made not only to Draco, but also to himself in that moment. His eyes burned as he clutched his clothes to his half-naked body. He felt slightly violated now. "Why would you sleep with me, if you didn't feel at least affection for me. Did you lie?" Having confessed just how deep his feelings apparently ran, the vulnerability of the moment caught up to him.
"Oh, come on, don't be so naive." Draco sounded rather composed, though his expression seemed slightly uncomfortable - pained? "I fucked you. I know you aren't that innocent. Don't start bawling over this." Brushing him off like a common whore or something. Harry was stunned.
"W-What? Naive? I was just a fuck-buddy, then, was I? A fling? You're such a liar. You were the one who initiated this! What in Merlin's name did you think I was going to expect?!" Harry was angry. The heat of it blossoming in the pit of his stomach and his hands clenching at his sides. A long silence stretched and Draco calmly began reading through the letter in his hand again, ignoring Harry. Still unclothed the silence and this apparent non-verbal dismissal turned his anger into apprehension.
"It didn't mean...no...it can't be...you really don't even like me, do you? This isn't how you'd treat even a friend." He finished quietly. The hurtful truth finally dawning on him. His body started to tremble now. "You know everything about me and vice versa. We built this up and I was ready to stand by you no matter what. I trusted you...us. I trusted you more than anyone. God, I'm so stupid!"
Even so, he couldn't do it! It was impossible for him to leave Draco.
He realized in that moment that the reality of not having Draco by his side, scared him more than anything. His only way to stay strong and deal with all the difficulties in his life, all the uncertain factors, had become Draco. His one constant. The person who had given him the love he so desperately needed and had lacked all his life. And now he was reliant on him; he couldn't let Draco go.
But he had to. If Draco really meant what he said, he'd have to let go. The least he could do, however, was make sure Draco meant it.
"Dray, I'll leave for now. I'll be back and then we can talk. I need answers."
"I told you not to call me Dray, Potter. And don't bother coming back. I have nothing more to say."
"So we're back to last names, are we? I just hope you know what you're doing, Draco. I pray that you realize that I love you and I'm willing to wait, if time's what you need." And with that Harry grabbed the rest of his belongings and fled the room in his boxers.
Back in his own dorm, Harry curled up in his bed and let the tears flow freely.
The next few days Harry felt a horrible anxiety clench his gut. It was extremely painful and he felt his energy diminish along with his self-confidence. His recently cheery demeanor had slowly but surely morphed into a depressed slouch.
After several days and nights of fitful sleep, his health had also begun to deteriorate dramatically. Feeling ill and weak, sporting dark bags under his eyes and not feeling appetite as regularly has he had, Harry had opted to skip several classes and, in turn, earned himself a trip to the hospital wing for a check-up. The school nurse, however, had not found anything to be amiss other than a slight lack of sleep and some minor weight loss and had given him a clean bill of health, writing the pains and sickness off to weather sensitivity or a slight cold. With a Pepper Up potion and orders to get a good night's rest, Harry was sent back to his dorm.
Harry thanked Merlin for having practiced advanced glamour charms with Dumbledore as part of his special training. Imitating a healthy body convincingly wasn't exactly first year magic. He didn't need the attention of the whole school, because he looked pathetic. He was feeling depressed and didn't want to have to deal with all the stares of his fellow students. He would figure this thing out himself.
Even Hermione and Ron hadn't been able to find anything wrong with him, except for the fact that he wasn't eating healthy amounts and hardly ever spoke unless directly spoken to anymore. Well, not to them anyways. He didn't think they would understand his love for what Ron effectively considered 'the enemy' that had hurt and ridiculed them countless times before.
Meanwhile, Harry watched Draco's every move, trying to catch him alone and perhaps get him to reconsider or at least explain. But Draco was well aware of his ex-lover's plan and avoided him very efficiently, even going as far as leaving the library when he saw Harry entering.
Many teachers grew concerned with the odd signs of illness that Harry showed, or rather, the problem was they didn't see anything wrong with Harry's body when there should be. Depression had quite obviously taken hold of the boyd.
Even Snape had laid off of Harry, in favor of torturing Neville. It seemed that after the Occlumency had shown that Harry's home life wasn't all the rumors had made it out to be, the professor had tried to tone it down a notch. Currently he was giving Harry odd glances during Potions classes, watching his every move during meals and acknowledging him in corridors with a sharply spoken "Potter." and a slight nod of the head.
Harry had taken to responding likewise. A tentative mutual cease-fire. An understanding of sorts.
Trying to find out what in the blazes was wrong with the Potter boy, however, wasn't as easy as previously assumed. The young man's mind had proven to be far more complex than he had expected. Especially since detentions where the only means of closer inspection of Harry that the professor had. After consulting Poppy Pomphrey, however, Snape had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that nothing but observation could be done at the moment.
After several more days of unsuccessful pursuit of Draco, Harry gave up hoping to reach the Slytherin this way.
Having no other choice, Harry decided to enter the Slytherin dorms without permission and wait for Draco in his own room.
He really couldn't imagine his world void of the other boy anymore, but at least an explanation for all the alleged lies would give him closure, or so he thought. It wouldn't make it alright, he knew that, but the way it was now was definitely worse. So he sneaked into Slytherin that evening, just before dinner.
Getting into the Slytherin dorms wasn't much of a challenge, he still had the current password and his Invisibility Cloak after all. He passed through the common room and stepped up the stairs. Entering the fifth room to his left in the long hall way, Harry softly clicked the door into place behind his back and brushed off the Cloak.
He breathed deeply, Draco's scent lingered. He missed being near him very much. He missed snuggling into that warm chest and feeling safe, cared for. No matter that Draco may not be able to actually protect him. He had made Harry believe he was worth something to him. Now he just felt cold and alone all the time. He felt like a freaking pathetic abandoned puppy; completely helpless. He honestly didn't know how other people got over break-ups. It didn't seem to him, right now, as if this pain would ever get better.
Walking through the room he dropped the Cloak over the back of a wooden desk chair and kicked off his shoes, his toes sinking into the lush carpet. When he reached the bed, he curled up on it, hugging a pillow to his mid-section.
He didn't expect to be waiting very long, so after three solid hours of complete silence, he drifted off, engulfed in Morpheus' arms.
That's how Draco found him upon entering his room that night.
Sighing, half in exasperation, half in pain, he smoothed out Harry's hair and brushed a stray lock out if the raven haired boy's face. He really missed him and he was privately sure that he would never find anyone that suited him as perfectly as Harry ever again.
But he also knew that if he wanted himself, his family and Harry to survive the war, he would have to cut all ties to the Light Side. He had been warned and he knew better than to ignore this warning. Of course, telling Harry this would have been an option, but making a clean break seemed better. Harry then didn't have to live on edge, always hoping to come back together with Draco, always torn between knowing Draco loved him and knowing that he couldn't act on it. He would end up doing something stupid. Risking his life. Dying for Draco. He couldn't stand the thought.
His heart heavy with regret he shook the sleeping boy roughly by the shoulders until bleary green eyes opened.
"Get up, Potter."
"Hmm..." he hummed. "Oh, Draco, you finally came." He smiled widely and – still half asleep - made to hug Draco. But he was stopped in his tracks by a hand pushing on his chest.
"Don't, Potter." An awkward silence stretched. "You just don't want to get it, do you? We're through. You were a fun lay and yes, I enjoyed myself. Now, pull yourself together and get over it. Lot's of people break up every day and they move on, too. Just get out and don't bother speaking to me again, you got me?" Draco saw Harry's expression crumble. Now he looked just as lost and abandoned as he had these past days. He wanted to slap Harry out of his stupor, he should be moving on! But he had to force himself not to care. He couldn't afford to let his feelings out, or he would risk caving and choose Harry anyway.
"I just really wanted to know why, Draco. I don't understand and I need to know. But ..." When no answer came, he continued "Okay, I'll leave, but know this, Draco..." Now his voice cracked and tears dripped from his chin onto the soft bedding "I love you." He whispered and gently touched his hand to Draco's cheek. "And I'll never let go." With that he pulled his hand back, grabbed his cloak and his shoes and stumbled out of the Slytherin dorms. He shuffled blindly through empty corridors and ended up in the Astronomy tower.
This was pure agony. He felt absolutely powerless to get Draco back.
Crying loudly, screaming himself hoarse, he let himself slide down against the stone wall, arms on his need and head hanging despondently. Everything was dark and Harry really wished for it to stay that way. There wasn't anything a new morning could bring to make him feel better. From that night on Harry lost interest in participating in social life completely. He would hardly eat and spend his nights in the Room of Requirement, trying to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord and stop his followers. From battle strategies to potions and charms that may help, he spent hours and hours pouring over ancient tomes until his head spun and his eyes blurred.
But he himself knew he didn't have much time left to figure this out, as the Dark gathered more power by the day. His body was in a terrible state and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do to stop it - mainly he really couldn't be bothered right now. He had thrown up blood the last few days and he couldn't explain what was wrong with his stomach. He had taken a potion to treat ulcers, but it had obviously not healed whatever was the problem and Harry chose to simply ignore it rather than wasting time on a professional opinion.
It didn't matter.
Well, his body begged to differ.
Three months after his last talk with Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter was found passed out on the floor of his dorm, a pool of bloody vomit beside him, by one Ronald Weasley. He was rushed to the Hospital Wing once again.
"I just feel like he's slipping through our fingers, Ron." Hermione whispered sadly. Harry lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Dumbledore gazed mournfully at the small form on the white sheets, while Snape wore a worried expression, much to the shock of Ron.
"Unfortunately, Miss Granger, that is a very astute observation." Madam Pomphrey stood at the end of Harry's bed while Ron and Hermione were seated next to it on two wooden chairs. "He has a severe ulcer and due to it not having healed or taken care of in time he now has severe blood poisoning. And if this continues he will die." Her face was set in a confused frown. "What stumps me, though, are the traces of an ulcer-potion in his blood, recently ingested I would presume, that has obviously shown no effect whatsoever." Waving her wand over the unconscious student in complex patterns, murmuring various Latin incantations, she finally paused and let out a huff of frustration.
"I'll have to do some research to figure out what might be causing this."
"Well, we'll leave you to it then, Poppy. Fire-call me, if you need any assistance." With that, Dumbledore and a reluctant Snape stepped through the large wooden doors of the Hospital Wing.
"What's wrong with him." Ron asked alarmed. "He's not going to...you know...die. Is he?" Hermione sucked in a breath of air at the notion of losing Harry this way.
"His magical core isn't functioning properly. The potions are worthless without his magic responding to their properties. And he looks healthy, well, except for the ulcer. This cannot be, he must have some outward signs of his condition. I can't tell you if this is life-threatening, until I know what's wrong exactly. Don't go writing him off just yet, though, Mr. Weasley." The frown on her face suddenly deepened. "Perhaps Mr. Potter has discovered Advanced Glamours. It would explain...Hmmmm...Let's see now." With that she hurried off, all the while muttering book titles.
"Of course!" Hermione cried. "Advanced Glamours are extremely difficult magic and very effective. Harry always aces charms. This would be his forte. And we know he doesn't like to talk about his problems, especially his personal ones. This is the perfect mask. Literally. But these glamours use up large amounts of the caster's magical energy. Maybe this is why his Magical Core isn't responding: He's had the Glamour on for too long!"
"But do you think the damage to his core is permanent?" Ron asked, worry lines forming on his forehead.
"I can't say. But the longer he stays under the charm, the more magic it uses. His core must be close to dying. Let's go help Madam Pomphrey with the research." Worried about their best friend, they hurried off to tell the nurse of their findings and help her find the counter-spell for the glamour.
Meanwhile the news of Harry's illness had spread like a wild fire. There was one student in particular who wasted not a second and rushed up to the Hospital Wing. After being informed of the seriousness of the situation, he refused to move from Harry's bedside. Ron and Hermione shared a questioning look, but didn't seem too surprised that Draco Malfoy was clutching their friend's hand, worried. In fact, they had suspected something going on from all the glances and stares between the two several months back. Of course having it confirmed in this way was still a shock.
Meanwhile, calm facade crumbling, Draco was frantic.
"Oh, Harry... what the hell have you gotten yourself into now." Praying that the Gryffindor would get through this alive, he kissed his love's temple and gripped his hand tightly. "Please, Harry, I didn't mean the things I said. Please." He pressed his cheek to Harry's chest. "I love you, too." Tenderly whispered words and soft caresses.
That's it. He would switch sides. He would forsake everything for Harry. Nothing else mattered anymore. His parents were well aware of the risk they had taken and they would just need to own up to their decisions and flee if the Dark Lord threatened them any more. It was just impossible for Draco to leave Harry and he would do whatever it took to stay by his side.
Finally, after four hours of searching the counter charm was found and the true extent of the damage to Harry's body way uncovered. Gasps of horror and surprise were heard. His body was extremely malnourished. Patches of skin seemed to be bruised and inflamed. Dark rings under the eyes and matted hair definitely weren't the worst of Harry's problems. Definitely life-threatening. His organs had taken considerable damage and the nurse hoped that she could reverse said damage in time for Harry's system and Magic to recuperate.
After two hours of pouring Potions down Harry's throat and muttering spells, Madam Pomphrey announced that Harry was stable for now. They had been able to pull the Gryffindor back from death's door.
"Thank Merlin." Draco buried his face in Harry's hair and cried. Salty tears making tracks down his pale cheeks. "Thank Merlin."
Several days later Harry woke up.
Draco had fallen asleep on the bed beside him. He was spooned up against Harry's back with one arm over the raven-haired boy.
As Harry's eyes slowly opened and he grew conscious of his surroundings, he inhaled a familiar scent.
"Draco?" He croaked, his voice, unused, failed to do its job properly, but Draco heard it anyway.
"Harry! Finally! Oh, thank you Merlin, finally." He hugged Harry to his chest, fresh tears leaking down his face. When he pulled back, he looked into stunned, emerald eyes.
"You're here." Harry's voice sounded small. Oh, the hope in those words was heart-wrenching.
Draco closed his eyes and swallowed around the painful lump in his throat. Shame for hurting the one person he now understood, he cherished so much more than he had thought, weighing heavy on his heart. The logic that had led to him breaking up now seemed flawed.
"Yes," He whispered almost reverently. "Yes, I was stupid. And I'll explain. But not now." Draco tightened his hold on this precious man. "All you need to now right now is that I...Harry, I never stopped loving you." The sincerity in Draco's voice was obvious. "And when they told me you were sick, I almost had a heart attack. I didn't think that me breaki- I just didn't think, Harry, love, please don't ever do that again." Draco's last statement was forceful. Testament to the fear he had had for Harry's life.
Meanwhile a calm serenity crept onto Harry's features. He relaxed into Draco's warm hold and placed his hands atop his. Draco had not abandoned him. There was a reason and they would fix it. He wouldn't have to be without him. They could get through everything now. He felt himself drift back off into slumber. This time feeling safe and content.
There was just one more thing he had to get out.
"Just remember, Dray, my heart isn't made for breaking."
Fin
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