#drarry break up

[gryfferin-gaybies]

"Just give me a chance, Draco. We can start over like I'm someone you've just met. It'll be like—"

"But you're not!" Draco interrupted him. His voice was louder than what would've been considered appropriate for his work place and laced with urgency; he was practically begging Harry to understand. "You're not someone I just met! You're someone I know inside and out and yet still not at all. Looking at you still gives me that same I-can-do-absolutely-anything feeling like no time has passed whatsoever. You have no idea what just being around you does to me!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his tone was lower and lacked the borderline hysteria he was feeling. "I don't want to take the time to relearn you, Potter, because it would be too easy and I couldn't handle having to try to forget you again."

[rainydayplant]

Drarry au part 1 Part 2 Part 3a

Some background and context:

•Harry and Draco were in a secret relationship because Draco didn’t want others knowing Harry and he were dating

•One night they eat into a nasty fight that ends with Draco going to a party Blaise was hosting

•Draco gets drunk and ends up kissing guys. Multiple guys.

•It ends up all over his friends social media and he knows Harry has seen it

•He regrets it of course and tries to explain to Harry, but Harry won’t listen

•Hermione knows about their relationship but promised to keep quiet for Harry

•Harry doesn’t want to have to hide their relationship anymore. It’s not fair to him. He calls Draco and tells him either they come out or they break up

•Harry breaks up with Draco and calls Hermione for advice and support

This is my first post and my first attempt at this social media au! Please forgive my mistakes, I’ll try to improve and fix them for future parts and posts!

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Excerpt from a fanfic I'll never write

"Draco, please," Harry said. "It meant nothing. She meant nothing to me." His hair was a mess from tugging his hands through it so many times. His green eyes pleaded with Draco as they stared into his own gray ones with a desperation nearly palpable.

If Draco were to pinpoint the moment his heart broke, it would be then. Not earlier that morning when he learned of Harry's affair, not after work when he confronted Harry, not moments before when Harry had said the words aloud, confessing to Draco's worst nightmare. It wasn't later that evening when Draco walked away from the conversation, not the next few nights he spent alone for the first time in years on Pansy's sofa, not a week later when he broke up with Harry, not even when they signed the divorce papers months down the road, officially disentangling their lives once and for all after nearly a decade of marriage. No, if he had to narrow it down to one specific time, it would be then. As he stared at Harry's expression filled with panic and shame listening to him admit that he threw away years of love and devotion for something meaningless.

Draco cleared his throat. When the telltale lump of unshed tears didn't dissipate, he spoke around it, without breaking the eye contact. "Clearly neither did I nor our relationship."

"Draco, that's not true!" Harry reached for him but he stepped just out of reach. "We were fighting— I was angry— I was hurt and-and drunk and I wanted to hurt you, to get your attention."

"Well, you certainly succeeded." Draco couldn't bear to look at him any longer, couldn't listen to any more of his words. He turned to leave.

"I love you! You know I love you!" Harry called from behind him. He followed Draco all the way to the Floo, begging as he did so. "Please, Draco! Please don't go. Just stay, fight it out with me. We fight all the time. Just fight this out with me. Please! I love you. I'm sorry." Harry's voice cracked on the last five words. It was the first time he'd apologized since Draco had confronted him.

Draco froze in his tracks. He wanted the words to be enough. He wanted to be able to forgive his husband. He wanted to be able to fix it. For a split second, he wondered if they could be enough, if he could make them be enough.

But he knew they never would be. He knew nothing would ever be enough. "I love you too, Harry," Draco stated. Then he left.

[ununquadius]

Hope

Inspired by: Prompt #501 from Creativepromptsforwriting: Hopefulness is like a drug. It’s hard to escape the addiction of hoping.

Tags: hope, break up, drarry break up, unbeated

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Hopefulness is like a drug. It’s hard to escape the addiction of hoping. He tries anyway, and hopes he can quit hoping.

Draco touches the clothes, hanging on their closet as if everything was alright, as if their owner would return in any moment. They’re hoping too.

He looks at the pictures hanging on the living room wall. They show the happy couple Harry and he were. Harry smiles. Draco kisses his cheek. Harry throws an arm over Draco’s shoulders. They repeat their movements again and again, and Draco hopes they stop.

He reads the letters Harry has written to him. So full of love, of sarcasm, of light! They feel like something that other person wrote, like the words Draco’s reading don’t belong to Harry, but that, too, it’s wishful thinking, hoping.

He throws Harry’s books in the fireplace and looks how the paper burns until only ashes remain.

He hopes, and hopes, and hopes, but Harry is always in his mind, although he knows that he isn't going to come back. Hope is a drug, and he's addicted to it.