Prompts: I love you

“It’s a coronet, you imbecile,” Malfoy said, taking a step back. His face went still, then very red. Harry glared at him.

Now he was just sleeping. Convalescing. Torturing Harry, even when he wasn’t conscious.

“I miss you,” Harry said again. “I know I messed up, can I … can we … ”
Harry sniffed. Draco felt very sad, and very cold. He could only fix one, so he cast a warming charm.

“Draco,” there Harry went again, saying his name like he was using it to cast a Patronus.

So when I got over being mean and childish about it I had allowed myself to finally fall in love, and after I did I wondered, oh god, god, why aren’t more people doing this?

He was in the only bright thing within miles.

Cats around the neighborhood had taken to following him because Draco put on warming charms before leaving the house.

hadn’t had the decency to tell me, so — so — ”
And so what? Draco didn’t know, so he slammed the handset back and buried his face in his hand, tears welling up, telling himself it was because Pansy was being annoying, that’s the reason.

Draco fell to a crouch, ceremonially refusing to admit he was crying over stupid Potter like eleven-year-old Draco had done.

“You could have just stayed with me! I could have warded my house so hard that Potter’s balls would shrivel into raisins if he even thought about coming near.”
“Your house wasn’t far enough,” Draco murmured.
Pansy sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we all know Potter didn’t mean any harm. He’s truly incapable of it.”
“I know that, Pansy,” Draco said. “But what does it matter if he meant it or not, when he ends up hurting me anyway?”