Break apart your heart. Drarry. Ch. 1

- Harry's POV -

"When I call she doesn't answer, when I write she turned my owl back! And when I floo'ed her, asked where she's going to be for the whole day she said she's at home, sick!" I complained to my flat-mate who was sipping on his umpteenth cup of coffee in such relaxed fashion and arched his eyebrow bemusedly. "GINNY! Draco! GINNNY!" I screamed at the top of my lung and launched to him as soon as he puts his cup aside.

Draco Malfoy, the gits who turn his back from Voldemort who also drag his parents away to the safety house chuckled, emitting that deep beautiful yet light sound of his that gave me a little knot in my stomach. He, ever the graceful man he was, instead of pushing me off his lap, holds my arm tight and putting it near his loudly beating heart. I almost forgot about my misery, ALMOST. "So? She's ill, she might not have time to reply to your calls or even owls."

I sighed and pouted before slumped my head to his always welcoming and comfortable lap and waiting for his long slender finger to stroke my hair in such manner that made me almost purr, ALMOST. "I saw her out today..." I rolled and bury my face into his lap, earning another lovely chuckles. "Snogging a man..." I admitted in defeat after all these hours trying to tell myself that I did not just see that.

Draco smiled softly before FINALLY made his finger do the perfect stroking. "Really? Have you talk to her about this?" his voice was so soft and caring, I still couldn't believe that he is a Malfoy. "Talk to her Harry. If things went wrong... I'm here."

I smiled at the thought

- Break -

"Yes? Oh Merlin! Harry!" Draco immediately gathers my shivering body into his warm hands as soon as he opened our flat door. He summoned a big fluffy towel, wrap me with it and lead me in, casting warming charm in the process. "What happens Harry?" he asked as he pressed a warm cup of tea that was served in my favorite cup.

I sipped slowly, not sure what will happen when I talk. "She... she threw my ring and letters to my face..." I said weakly, replying the bad memory in my brain. "She-she said she hated me for being too gentle a-and unwillingly take h-her vi-virginity..." I stuttered, trying to hold back my tears but failing successfully.

Draco sat beside me, putting his head on my shoulder, his hands were hugging my waist and his long pretty fingers were drawing random pattern on them, soothing me in an instant. Good pants, Merlin, such perfect man he is. "Do you want her back, Harry?" he asked softly, almost cautiously, almost warily, almost fearfully, almost hurtfully...

"OF COURSE!" I screamed and he released me immediately. I almost whimpered at the lost contact but I didn't miss a flash of hurt, pain and longing in his eyes. What did I do?

He breathed, perhaps shocked by my sudden outburst and schooled his handsome face into a soft caring mask which looked suspiciously sincere. Maybe it's not a mask after all... "You sure, Harry?"

"OF COURSE I DO DRACO! She's my one and only true love! I can't love anyone better than I'd ever love her!" I confessed loudly, hands gripping on his lithe shoulders.

He smiled at me, almost in a wry sweet smile and something I don't really understand and whatever it was, he hid it perfectly. "I'll help."