Hi, i would like to submit a prompt
“Why don’t you ever listen to the people who love you?”
“Oh, so you love me, now?”
Actions From the Heart
TW: Unhealthy relationship (not between H/D)
"Bloody hell, Draco. I wish you would stop doing this to yourself."
Harry stands by the door, expression thunderous and eyes blazing. Draco doesn't remember unlocking the Floo. In fact, he's pretty sure he locked it for this exact reason.
Their friends always send Harry, Draco thinks through the fog of booze currently settling in his brain. They say he listens to Harry, but Draco doesn't want to look too much into why that is.
Harry approaches him and gently coaxes the bottle of whiskey out of his hands. The touch of their fingers feels electric, like a sudden shock of desire that burns through his veins. But Harry doesn't want him, his pleasure, or his pain. At least not like that.
"Nobody has seen you all week. No Floo calls, no owl, no nothing," Harry says, exasperation and frustration laced into his words. He takes one look at Draco's red-rimmed eyes and whispers, "Who was it this time?"
Through the drunken haze, Draco manages to plaster a watery smirk on his face. It's not a good look, but another boyfriend has left, just like they always do.
It doesn't hurt as much anymore. The conversations that end in 'Draco, you're clearly in love with someone else, and I just won't be a replacement,' no longer hurt the way they used to.
But Draco finds that Harry is always there to pick up the pieces, but he never stays long enough to keep them together. Yet, if prompted, Harry could go on for eternity about why Draco's playboy lifestyle is detrimental to his health, much to their friend's mutual dismay. He wishes Harry would choose to stay in or out of his life instead of torturing him, placing himself just beyond Draco's reach.
Harry hates one ex in particular, which just so happens to be the one he keeps going back to. Draco forces his tongue to work and manages to allow the name Cameron to slip past his lips, taking satisfaction in the way Harry's lips draw downward.
Harry sighs heavily and runs his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. Draco wants to smooth it down. Draco wants to mess it up. But Harry wouldn't want him to, so he doesn't.
Walking to the other side of the room, Harry lays his head against the wall, and Draco can almost hear him mentally counting to ten. "You know Cameron isn't a good person. He's not good enough for you, anyway."
Draco does know. Cameron is a manipulative, demanding, and highly possessive bastard. He doesn't make Draco feel all that good about himself, but at least Cameron wants him, which is more than he can say for the person he really fancies.
The possession is better than the sting of unrequited love. That's why he keeps running back.
Of course, he doesn't tell Harry any of that. Instead, he grumbles, "Well, no one else has any objections to him, so I don't see why you do."
That's a lie, of course. Everyone has objected to Cameron; Pansy, Blaise, Luna, Hermione, the girl Weasley, and even Ronald.
Harry's brows furrow and Draco wants to clock him upside the head. "Nobody likes Cameron. They tell you this every time you bring him around," Harry says slowly, almost as if he's speaking to a thick-witted child. He sighs in exasperation and says, "Why don't you ever listen to the people who love you, Draco? You know you deserve more."
Disappointment, longing, and rage bubble in the pit of his stomach, and the words come out unbidden, "Oh, so you love me now? Is that it?"
He wants Harry to hurt. Draco wants to see the vibrancy of his green eyes fade to dull grey as he throws insult after insult at him. But when Harry's head tilts and a faint blush creeps high onto his cheekbones, he finds that he can't.
Instead of responding, Harry sits next to him on the leather couch, fitting Draco to his side and wrapping a protective arm around him. Soft fingers slowly card through his hair as Harry leans his cheek onto the top of Draco's head.
It's not an answer, but with Harry, actions always speak louder than words.
An unspoken promise.
Hello! Thank you for the lovely prompt. I was going to make this sad but you get a hopeful ending! Hope you enjoy!
(I also added some pining Draco for @opaleopioid)