#shelbywrites

34. “Please, don’t leave.”

I pushed through the door of the bar, two hours late for my date with Draco. He’s going to kill me.

I looked around the bar in search of his white-blond head, giving each table a twice-over. I sighed heavily and pressed my thumb and fingers against my eyes. Shit. He’s gone home. I twisted on the spot and apparated to my apartment, walking quickly over to my fireplace. I grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped inside, disappearing in the green flame.

I stepped out of his floo and into his posh living room, taking a deep breath of the expensive leathery smell to his apartment.

“Draco?” I called, turning left to walk through the doorway and down the hall.

I heard the thunk of a mug on the table and held my breath, my heart beating unevenly in my chest as my eyes focused on the glowing doorway that lead to the kitchen. I took a deep breath and continued forward, pausing when I reached the door. Draco was over at the kitchen table, his back facing me as he poured himself a cup of tea.

“Why are you here?” He asked without turning around.

I clenched my jaw and swallowed at the harsh tone in his voice.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I got caugh-.”

“That wasn’t my question.” He spat, whipping around to face me.

I let out a heavy breath as I took several steps toward him. He held up a hand, making me stop in my tracks.

“Draco, please. I’m sorry.” I said earnestly, taking a timid step forward. “Rodger’s wife died. She was on the field working a simple accidental magic case and-.” I cut off and swallowed shaking my head. “I had to stay. He was a wreck.” I was practically pleading, trying to make him understand.

“Rodger? Your auror partner?” He asked, his eyebrows drawing together with sudden concern.

I nodded frantically, my hair bouncing with the force. He exhaled sharply, worry replacing the frustrated expression he had previously been harboring as he lowered his hand

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is he okay?” He asked.

I shook my head and shrugged. “He’s at the hospital for the night, I left as soon as he fell asleep. Draco-.” I cut off when someone else spoke his name from behind me.

I whipped around and found a man with mousey brown hair, long limbs covered by a large jumper Draco usually slept in. He was about a foot taller than me and twice as thin- even thinner than Draco.

“Draco.. Who is he?” The man asked.

I frowned and crossed my arms, looking over at Draco.

“Yeah, Draco. Who am I?” I asked, observing his now nervous composure.

“Neil.. this is Harry. Harry Potter.” Draco said, waving a delicate hand in my direction.

“No shit.” The man snapped in a quite Draco-like way. “I mean who is he to you? Why is he here?” He asked, an unfriendly edge to his voice.

“Don’t you speak to him that way.” I said, taking a threatening step toward him.

“What do you care how I speak to him? He’s not your fuck of the night.” The man said sharply.

“Harry..” Draco muttered warningly, sensing my temper rising from the way the trinkets on his mantle were quivering from my magic.

“Well, he sure as hell shouldn’t’ve been yours! Get out.” I said, advancing toward him.

“Who are you to tell me to get o-?”

“GET. OUT!” I yelled, a candle on the mantle busting, shards of glass patterning the floor.

The man scoffed in distaste, but twisted on the spot and disappeared.

“Harry I-”

“Don’t!” I shouted, whipping around to face him. “I’m late once and you go and have sex with another man?! What the hell Draco! My partner’s wifedied!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.

He looked down at his feet, eyebrows drawing together in shame.

“I waited an hour and a half-.” He began, his voice low.

“Well, good to know I’m only worth those few precious moments of your time!” I yelled, unable to stifle my temper. “We’ve been together for over year, Draco, and you can’t wait more than a fucking hour and a half before-!”

“I thought you were going to break up with me.” He said suddenly, his eyes closing as he grimaced, his arms wrapping around himself.

I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice over me.

“Dra- wh- what?” I asked, utterly baffled.

He took a shuddering breath and turned his face away from me.

“I thought you didn’t want me any more, and that’s why you didn’t show up. That guy had been hitting on me all night I just- I’m sorry, I- I don’t know-.”

Suddenly he cut off, his voice pitching at the end of his sentence. He brought his hands up to his face and shook his head slowly, bony elbows resting on his hips as he hunched his back.

“Draco, what on earth gave you the impression that I wanted to break up with you?” I asked quietly, confusion keeping me rooted to the spot.

He sniffed heavily and shook his head again, lifting his face from his hands.

“I just thought you realized how- how- bad I was and y-you could do so much better- and I thought- I thought-” He started, frantically gesticulating as he stepping forward.

He balled the ends of his sweater sleeves in his hands, holding them to his chest as he looked around the room as if in search of a proper explanation. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” He practically whispered, his watery gaze finally falling on my face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-.”

“Well, you did. You did, Draco, and you can’t undo it. What am I supposed to do now? What would you do?” I asked, frustrated frown creasing my brow.

“I-I-I- Please, Harry, I-” He spluttered, suddenly walking toward me, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon. “Harry, please, don’t leave.” He cried, his voice hoarse as tears filled his eyes, reaching out a hand to grip the front of my shirt in a way I once found endearing.

I pushed his hand away, watching as his breath hitched in his throat, silvery eyes glancing between my own rapidly as tears brimmed there.

“Please.” He breathed through a sob, tears spilling down his cheeks.

I shook my head, a confused frown still on my face, taking a step backward before I disapparated.

This was requested by @the-green-quaffle , thanks so much! <3 :) 

“Dracooo.” I said softly, brushing back a lock of his blond hair. “Draco, love, wake up.” I said softly, pressing a few soft kisses to his hollow cheek.

He groaned and frowned before burying his face in his pillow, arms tucked underneath his head. I smiled and kissed the back of his neck, traveling down his spine and across his bony shoulder blades.

“Time to wake up.” I said softly, running my hand up his side.

He murmured something into his pillow.

“Hm?” I asked, continuing to leave kisses across his back.

He shifted, rolling his face to the side again.

“I said piss off, scarhead.” He muttered.

I smiled before pressing another kiss to his back.

“I made breakfast.” I said.

Immediately his head shot up, peering at me from over his shoulder.

“Eggs Benedict?” He asked.

I nodded, now kissing my way up his shoulder.

“With bacon?” He asked as I kissed his neck.

“And tea?” He questioned.

“And chocolate.” I said with a smile, pulling away as I pushed a hand through his hair.

“Sometimes I get concerned about how well you know me.” He said, leaning forward to kiss me.

I smiled as he pulled away watching the corners of his eyes crinkle up sweetly.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked as he sat up, grabbing his silk house robe from the end of the bed.

“Is the fact that I love you not enough?” I asked, nearly laughing at the look he gave me as he stood up.

“Not usually.” He muttered, tying the rope on his house robe.

“Well, it is today.” I said with a grin, rolling out of bed as he started toward the door.

I caught him around the waist and kissed the side of his neck before we walked through the doorway and down the hall, turning left into our kitchen. I had arranged breakfast on our square kitchen table, one chair on either end. I stepped forward and pulled out his chair for him, which he sat down in after pecking a kiss to my lips.

“Chocolate first?” I asked with a smile.

“Chocolate first.” He confirmed, tugging the plate of chocolates in his direction.

He popped two into his mouth within 30 seconds of each other, picking up a third before passing the fourth and final chocolate in my direction.

“So generous.” I muttered, pulling the plate towards me.

He smiled at me before popping the chocolate into his mouth and reaching forward for his tea. He sipped at it while watching me over the rim of his mug, eyes crinkled up into a smile.

“Heard from Andromeda recently?” He asked as he set his mug down.

“No.” I replied, beginning to cut into my eggs benedict. “I expect we will hear from her soon consider it is Teddy’s birthday soon.” I said, sticking a forkful of food into my mouth.

“Mm. What are we getting him?” Draco asked with a small frown, biting into a strawberry.

“I was thinking a kid’s Potions kit?” I suggested.

“Didn’t we get him that last year?” Draco asked.

“Did we?” I asked contemplatively, chewing my food slowly as I thought. “No, no we got him a transfiguration kit, remember? He made Andromeda’s wand disappear for about three days?”

Draco tilted his head back and laughed at the memory.

“Right, right, how could I forget? We searched up and down every inch of that bloody house looking for it. We shouldn’t have given him that.” He said with a shake of his head.

“I didn’t think he’d actually be able to use it. I thought maybe in a few years, but he’s never been one to give up.” I said with a small laugh.

“Takes after his godfather I guess.” Draco muttered, glancing over at me with a smile before picking up his tea again.

I smiled down at my breakfast as I continued to eat, glancing up at him every so often to find a small smile on his face. His fork scraped against his plate lightly as he finished off his food, popping another strawberry into his mouth as he stood from the table to put his dishes in the sink. 

As I took a sip of tea, his hand wrapped across my chest from behind, hugging me as he kissed my cheek.

“Thanks for breakfast.” He said quietly.

I turned my head and smiled up at him. 

“You’re welcome, love.” I replied, setting down my tea.

I rested my hand on his forearm as I looked up at him, leaning up slightly as he bent over to kiss me. I reached a hand up around to the back of his head, shifting my body slightly so that I could kiss him better. The hand he had wrapped around my chest slid up to the side of my neck as he slowly sat down in my lap, legs draped over the armrest of the chair I sat in.

I wrapped one arm around his back to support him, the other cradling the side of his face as we kissed. Our lips met and parted at a slow rhythm, eyes heavy from the early hour of the morning. We simultaneously parted from the kiss, foreheads resting together as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

“Shower?” He asked as I opened my eyes, finding a smile on his face.

“Shower.” I replied, matching his smile.