Draco

"I don't deserve this!" was heard from the apartment above the convenience store.
It was Harry's voice, he was gathering all his things into his bag and shouting different things. He looked at Draco standing by the window.
"You... you're an emotionless jerk! That's what you are!" and Harry left, slamming the front door. Draco stood and stared out the window, an emotionless jerk... yes, it was true. Draco didn't know how to express his love with words or actions; he always thought it was clear from his eyes that he loved Harry.

Time passed, Draco sat on the windowsill and looked out the window. A knife cut through his chest every time he saw someone with disheveled black hair, but it wasn't Harry, not him. Everything in the apartment reminded him of the bespectacled boy: a toothbrush with a chewed edge, sneakers that were carelessly tied, a packet of cookies that Malfoy supposedly hated but then secretly ate when Harry wasn't looking, his sweatshirt. Time passed, Draco didn't eat: coffee, beer, water, coffee, beer, water.
After three days, he couldn't take it anymore, tore off his robe, which still smelled a little like Harry, and collapsed onto the bed with it, burying himself in the gray fabric and sobbing, he sobbed loudly, screaming.

Days passed, Draco decided to write a letter to Granger, she wrote that she did not know where Harry was, but most likely he was with Ron.

Draco lay on the floor and looked at the ceiling, there were no thoughts in his head except Harry, his skull was itching: insensitive goat... it was true.

Suddenly the bell rang, Draco rushed to the door, opened it, and Harry was standing there with a bouquet of wild daisies.

Harry didn't have time to say: "I..."

Draco rushed towards him, hugged him, burying his face in his neck, daisy petals fell to the floor mixed with Draco's tears.

Harry looked at him: - Come on, it's my own fault, I shouldn't have left, I'm a fool.

Malfoy growled as always: “Shut up, it’s my fault, I don’t know how to express my love, I thought you could tell by my eyes... I understand that you need attention.”

Potter placed his hands on his palms: “I understand everything, your eyes say a lot, and the love that is in them is enough for me, I’m just… tired, I needed to rest.”

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