Broken Wings

BY : Mansi Jain
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Dragon prints: 1245
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters/things/places created by J.K. Rowling. I make no money from my fan-fiction.

Chapter-1

Anger and Regrets

Harry unlocked the door and tiptoed so as not to alert Draco. It was irritating to enter in his home like a thief after a complete day of working hard. Training teenage wizards in duelling was not an easy task. It was an extremely tiring activity and he was also working on a book on it which made it impossible to return home on time. But Draco never understood his reasons. To him, they were flimsy excuses which Harry made to fool him and he would not be fooled by anyone.

To be honest, Harry was completely fed up of his dear husband Draco Malfoy's temper tantrums. Perhaps it had been a mistake to marry the blonde. Draco was jealou,s insecure and – and just damaged. He had married the man because he was in love with Draco and sometimes he wondered whether he even knew the meaning of love. Perhaps it had been an obsession which was satisfied when Draco married him. He was not ready to tolerate the man's extreme possessiveness at all.

" WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Draco shouted and the room that had been completely dark lit up and a glass flew towards him. Harry barely avoided it by a millisecond. He turned towards the blonde, angry beyond any measure.

" Where were you Harry? I have been waiting for you for two hours." The blonde glared at him and Harry glared right back. Draco's eyes burnt and his face was red with anger and Harry found Draco to be the most beautiful man on earth but not when things were being thrown on his head.

" You are not my bloody keeper Draco. I am allowed to leave and come as and when I please." He stomped towards Draco and crossed his arms.

" I am sure you were with your co-instructor. Giving extra lessons to kids, eh?" Draco sneered at him and Harry sneered back "Perhaps, yes. At least, he doesn't keep on shouting at me."

Draco stared at him, stunned for a couple of minutes. Harry shook his head and walked away from him.

" HE IS NOT THE ONE WHO MAINTAINS YOUR HOUSE, POTTER. HE IS NOT THE ONE WHO SATISFIES YOUR DESIRES." Draco shouted and continued relentlessly "SOMETIMES, I WONDER, IF YOUR MOTIVE FOR MARRYING ME WAS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME. MARRIAGE WAS NOT EVEN NECESSARY, YOU KNOW. I WAS AVAILABLE AT SHAMELESS DESIRES AT A VERY LOW PRICE. YOU COULD HAVE PURCHASED ME AND THEN SLEPT WITH ME AND THEN GOTTEN RID OF ME."

Harry was tired and angry and annoyed. He wanted to make love to Draco and then sleep in his arms. But no. Draco wanted to quarrel with him and over stupid matters, no less.

So what if he was late.

" PERHAPS, I SHOULD HAVE. SEEING THAT SEX IS ALL WE AGREE UPON THESE DAYS. EXCEPT FOR THE FEW MOMENTS I SPEND FUCKING YOU, YOU ARE ALWAYS ANNOYED WITH ME. IF YOU HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS WITH ME, WHY DON'T YOU BLOODY LEAVE MY HOUSE?" Harry shouted right back and later, he would understand the words he had uttered in his anger but right then, all he knew was his anger and frustration over Draco's pointless insecurity. "I COULD HAVE MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE AND STAYED IN BRITAIN. HE WOULD HAVE VALUED ME INSTEAD OF FIGHTING WITH ME POINTLESSLY."

Draco's next few words would never escape Harry's nightmares, for they were not angry. The words and tone in which they were spoken made it obvious that Harry had confirmed Draco's worst fears, that he had destroyed everything that they had built bit by bit during the past five years. With a single recklessly spoken sentence, he had destroyed Draco's fragile ego.

" You really think so? You really think that it would have been better to purchase my services instead of marrying-"His husband spoke softly.

Harry walked forward and looked into his eyes before speaking "What have you ever done except sitting at home and spending my money. Your clothes, your blanket, your food, everything comes from what I earn. This is how you pay me back, by shouting at me, by quarrelling with me over pointless matters. You don't even deserve all this. All you do is sit at home and brood uselessly, or make plans to annoy me to hell."

" I had started brewing potions again. I am-"Draco started in a small voice, his eyes lowered towards the floor.

" Potions, for which ingredients are purchased from my hard earned money. Have you even sold a single potion till now? It makes one think whether you are even talented in potion making, Draco. Perhaps, your father was right. You are good for nothing. You are a parasite." Harry sneered at him angrily. He should have stopped when he noticed Draco's shoulders quivering but he did not stop. Stopping had always been impossible for him.

" Seeing that I am the only one who can provide for you, you must be thankful to me. But no, you shout at me, throw things at me, expensive things that have been bought by my money, might I add."

" I am sorry." Draco's voice was so small that it could barely be heard any longer. The blonde was still looking at the floor, his shaking hands in his pocket and his quivering shoulders slumped in defeat.

" Being a parasite is not enough for you. No, you have to a bloody nuisance and ask my co-instructors to stay away from me. What the fuck you think of yourself? It is so bloody embarrassing for me. Why don't you mind your own business? I am providing for you without any questions, aren't I? Even better, why don't you get out of my house? Since you have so many issues with me and my habits, it would be better to get out and fend for yourself, for once, or perhaps be a parasite on someone else. Just leave me alone." Harry finished his rant and panted for breath.

When Draco looked up and met his eyes, he knew at once that it was over. With a jerk, he realized what he had said.

No words were needed anymore. Harry knew that he had broken Draco and the blonde would leave him. His retreat to their room proved his words.

Five and three months ago he had bought Draco to his house and all Draco had owned was a trunk, filled with two torn shirts and two trousers and two pairs of undergarments. Harry had never really understood why Draco had never discarded the clothes or his trunk when he had everything now.

The realization stuck him like a slap on his face. Draco had always known that Harry would do this and had wanted to have a few things to his name when he was thrown out of the house.

" Draco, where are you- where are you going?" He stammered and tried to control his heart beats when Draco stood in front of him, his little trunk in his hand and tears in his eyes.

" I am leaving. I would rather not be a parasite on you, Harry." He whispered in a small voice, his eyes staring at his trunk. "When you brought me here, I had this trunk and a pair of clothes to my name. Over the years, I added some things to it. I wondered, if I could take them with me. I picked them out of your dustbin."

Harry stared at the man, terrified beyond measure. "Draco, I am really sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

Draco ignored him this time and knelt on his knees. Then he opened his little trunk and emptied the contents. "I had brought these pairs of clothes with me and I found this pen in trash. I picked it up because you had been using it for years and I kind of got attached to it."

Harry stared in shock at the fountain pen that he had thrown away because he had got bored of it. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he knelt in front of Draco.

" Draco, please stop. I am sorry."

But, the blonde went on "This vial. You gifted it to me on my second last birthday. I keep my personal potions in it. Can I take it?

" Yes, but you don't have to leave. Please, I am sorry." Harry whispered frantically.

" This scarf is also yours. You had thrown it but I just- I had gotten so used to seeing it on you so I preserved it. I couldn't throw it away. Could I perhaps take it with me?" Draco whispered after taking out the last thing in the trunk.

" Yes. Please stop it Draco. Do not leave." Harry begged him.

" This is all. I have not taken anything else. You can check if you want to." Draco ignored his pleading and spoke softly.

" Just stop, Draco. I am sorry. I do not want you to leave." Harry tried to hold Draco's shoulders but Draco backed off and started packing his very few possessions in the trunk.

" Where will you go? You do not have any job. Please do not leave." Harry pleaded but Draco shook his head adamantly.

" Who will you live with?" Harry tried to reason with him.

" I will live on the streets. It will be better then living with someone who considers me a parasite. I did not want to impose on you. I am sorry." Draco whispered and got up. His face was devastated.

" Please wait, Draco." Harry hurried after him, trying to stop the man but he knew that Draco would not stop, not this time.

" I have to go. I will send the divorce papers to you and then you will be completely free of me. I am so sorry Harry. Take care of yourself." Draco whispered and looked into his eyes for one last time. He was standing at the door and Harry was on the last stair. Harry's eyes were moist and his heart was still beating frantically and tears were trickling down Draco's eyes, which were trying to capture the house he had lived in for the past five years and three months.

" This is your house too, Draco. You do not need to leave it." Harry tried one last time and the answer that he got turned his blood cold.

" I have nothing to call mine. Once upon a time, I had virtue but I lost it during the year I whored myself out to countless people to earn bread and butter. I had parents but they disowned me. I had a godfather but I could not return to him because he must be so ashamed of me. I lost my friends when I was banished. Five years and three months ago, you brought me here and you married me three months later. I thought perhaps I could call you mine. How could I forget that I was just a thing that you had purchased?" He spoke softly, as if lost in his thoughts.

" I got the man captured and he returned the money to me." Harry argued.

" How could I forget that you were too pure to be mine, that I was just a worthless, useless whore. This house, this money, this food, it is all yours Harry. It was never mine. I apologise for presuming otherwise. I will return the clothes I am wearing after getting them cleaned." Draco whispered softly and Harry's heart broke with every word. It was cold outside. How will Draco survive without a cloak on him?

" No, don't return the cloak or the clothes. It is cold outside." Harry said softly.

" I don't want to live on your money. I would like to say one last thing, though." Draco held the doorknob and looked at him with sad eyes for one last time.

" What?" Harry asked, with heart caught in his throat.

" I love you. I have loved you for the past five years, even though I have quarrelled with you countless times. Though, you were not mine, I was and will be yours, in every matter of the word." Draco whispered and his voice broke and tears fell down his cheeks but he did not stop. He left Harry and his home.

Four years had passed since then and Harry had still not forgotten anything about that night. Four years had made Harry realize that he was not living in a home. He was living in four walls. Draco had transformed the four walls into a home.

There was nothing except emptiness when he returned. Students trained under him and left and got married and were happy in their lives but Harry was stuck forever in that one night.

Four years and Draco's potion making had become famous all over the world. Every newspaper was filled with the tales of how Draco saved another child with his miraculous potion. Under the guidance of Severus Snape, he had flourished and achieved what no one had expected of him. He had never liked cooking and had not appreciated Draco's cooking at all. Many at time, he had thrown the food in dustbin because he had already eaten outside.

Four years had taught him that nothing could substitute Draco's cooking.

Another thing he realized was that Draco's was very skilled at potions when he found the local hangover potion in place of Draco's brewed one. The taste was horrible and the effect was negligible. Most of the times, he arrived drunk at home, an empty place that consisted of nothing except walls and furniture. What was he supposed to do with the furniture or walls?

His best friends had tried to support him. He had shouted at them and asked them to leave him alone. They had still not left him. Four years made him realize that he really was a heartless bastard. Ron and Hermione had followed him when he had married Draco Malfoy and had to leave Britain for that and he thrown them out of his house.

Ron and Hermione had been with him until last year. This was his first lonely birthday.

Draco had always prepared a cake for him and a meal of his choice on his birthday and he remembered how he had come late, having celebrated with his co-instructors. Of course, Draco had been livid and heartbroken. Four years and he couldn't substitute anything that Draco had touched.

Four years and Draco was still as antisocial as ever. He had no friends or a life partner. He had not dated anyone.

As far as Harry knew, he had no one except Severus. Harry had destroyed any chance Draco had to marry and have a family. True to his word, Draco had told the press that he had already given his heart to someone else and would not marry ever again.

Harry had received the pair of clothes that Draco had on him that day a year later through owl and a letter thanking him for everything. He had also received a large sum of money which, according to Draco, Harry had spent on him.

Harry had never received the divorce papers, though. He had a hunch as to why but he did not want to investigate. What he wanted was to reconcile with his best friends at least.

Staring at his hands, he blinked his moist eyes. He had to go on somehow. Ron and Hermione would forgive him. They had never returned to Britain and were waiting for him to return.

He realized that he was too ashamed of himself to ask for their forgiveness. He brought his glass to his lips and took another gulp of his Vodka.

"Happy birthday to me. Happy happy lonely birthday to me. Lonely birthday..."

As usual, he never realized when he lost consciousness and fell on the floor, drunk and far gone to even get and reach his bedroom, just like it had happened a countless time during the past four years.

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