for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: expect. 135 words.
Draco knows this one will hurt him worst of all. Everyone he’s been with has left. He’s come to expect it.
But how could he stop himself from taking this opportunity? It may very well be the death of him, and he can’t bear to say no.
Because it’s finally him.
It’s finally Harry.
After the first time, Draco leaves. Tries to get ahead of the pain he knows will come.
After the second time, he lingers. Doesn’t dare to hope. Not yet.
After the fifth, he stays the night.
After a year, he goes right to Harry’s after work. Sees the fresh vase of flowers on the mantle and the Prophet already tabbed with articles Harry thinks Draco would like.
And the expectation dies.
Harry was meant to be the one that wouldn’t hurt.
