False Lovers
Prompt: "The diamond in your engagement ring is fake"
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“Hurry, Draco, we don’t want to be late to our own party!” Spat a tall, pinched faced man. “For Gods sake, Justin! We’ll be fine you prat!”. Replied his annoyed fiancé before stepping into their limo.
As soon as Draco sat down, Justin was in his face, glaring at him angrily. “Don’t, ever speak to me like that, Draco. You’re mine now, and you better learn to accept that!” Venom filled his words, filling Draco with equal amounts of rage.
“Don’t you fucking speak to me like that!”
Smack.
Draco’s face went white, and he closed his mouth, not speaking as the car started to move.
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When the car pulled up there were photographers at them from every angle, shouting out at them. Justin linked their arms tightly and whispered in Draco ear,
“Put a smile on and get rid of that ugly scowl, you bloody brat. You are lucky to be here, that anyone wants you, got it?” Draco’s nod caused a cruel grin to form on Justin’s face.
As they entered the party room they were met by a cheer, Draco’s forced smile made his face hurt. He was thankful when Pansy, his childhood friend, rushed forward to greet him, pulling him away from Justin who was being enamoured by twenty other guests.
“Darling, it is so good to see you!” She said happily, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled at her before pulling her into a corner to chat.
“So, how is it?” Draco could see the concern in her face and sighed. “He’s awful, Pans, I have no idea how I’m going to live with him”. She gave him a sympathetic look, stroking his arm.
“I just keep telling myself, pop out a couple of kids for him and hopefully he’ll leave you alone, but honestly I’d rather be dirt poor than married to him, but it’s too late now.” His best friend titled her head at him, a knowing look behind her eyes.
“Well, you’re not married yet. And uh, there’s someone here who, might agree with me”. She smiled menacingly at his confused expression. “Who, Pansy? You don’t mean to say?-” She nodded. He turned around frantically, scanning the room for the man he’d fantasised about every day, and suddenly, he caught his eye, the tall, darkly handsome man capturing his gaze, refusing to break eye contact. “Harry” Draco gasped, before rushing out of his sight and to find his fiancé.
Later that evening, Justin was giving a speech, with Draco sat beside him looking up at him with fake adoration, laughing at his unfunny jokes and wishing the gold chandelier would just fucking fall on him- he didn’t know if he meant himself or Jacob, and he really didn’t care.
“I’m so happy to be here with you all, celebrating me and my fiancé, Draco’s engagement. Babe, get up here with me”. His grin made Draco feel sick to his stomach, and he tried his best to fix his face before joining the slimy man on stage. Instantly he was looking for Harry’s face, spotting it immediately and causing his breath to hitch.
“Babe, why don’t you tell our friends everything you love about me?” He asked, innocently enough, knowing Draco was tortured by the question. “Of course, babe. I love the way you treat me, show me just how much you care about me. And I love how confident you are, despite everything, and I absolutely love my ring, it’s not tacky at all!” Draco exclaimed, voice sickly sweet and paired with a shit eating grin.
He heard whispers from their guests and a few muffled giggles. Everyone had seen Draco’s gruesome ring, a chunky gold band with a horribly shaped diamond in the middle, fat and angular. It made Draco’s elegant fingers look stubby, which he despised. It made him despise his fiancé even more.
“You’ll pay for that later, my sweet”. Justin spat in his ear, his grip on Draco’s arm starting to sting. Draco’s confidence faltered. He wouldn’t really hurt him, would he?
“You’re a complete joke, Fletchly”. Came a rich, confident voice from the crowd. Everyone, including the confused couple, turned to the speaker. There he was, Harry Potter, sat with a devilish grin on his lips and dark eyes that challenged a rather unnerved, but pissed off Justin.
“Potter, as lovely as it is to have you-“ Justin started, a snotty tone taking over. “The diamond in your ring is fake, Draco”. Harry turned to the blonde, his face expressionless. Draco frowned, wondering how the raven haired man could know such a thing. “That’s preposterous! How dare you!” Sputtered Justin, his ugly face reddening.
Harry stood up, chuckling to himself. Draco could almost feel the guests holding their collective breath, before he realised he too had stopped breathing. “Admit it, you’re broke. Have been for a while since you spent all your money gambling, and lost it all. There’s barely a galleon to your name is there, Justin. I know that Draco’s father is paying for everything.” Justin’s jaw snap shut, his body physically shaking as Harry made his way towards the stage.
“And Draco deserves better than that, Doesn’t he?” Harry stepped past the blonde, getting g up into Justin’s face. “And he certainly doesn’t deserved to be slapped by a broke man, does he, Justin?” His voice raises, his anger now apparent.
“See”, Harry whispered into the nervous mans ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, “you’re nothing, Justin. And Draco deserves everything. So I’m going to give him everything, got it? You’re never gonna see him again, try and speak to him again, or even beg for his forgiveness, as you really should do. Because he has me, and has always had me, got it?” Red in the face, nodded and scurried our of the venue, slamming doors as he went.
Harry turned back to Draco, his expression softened. “Draco,” The blond shook his head and rushed himself into Harry’s arms, wrapping his own around Harry’s neck and reaching up to kiss the taller man, shutting his eyes tightly as the sparks ran through them. They heard gasps and cheers from the crowd, and then a round of applause.
When the broke away from each other, arms wrapped around their wastes, they turned sheepishly to their audience, but grinning non the less.
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The guests started to disperse, waving at the young men before they left, many very excitedly. Draco didn’t know what to do. Harry was stood looking at him, smiling. “Draco, I know this is a bit fast but-“
“Harry, I haven’t seen you in two years, and you turn up and destroy my engagement. Why? Why? It’s not as if we’re in love, and that stuff-“
Harry put a hand to the side of Draco’s face, moving it gently to look at him directly.
“You’re telling me you don’t love me?” He asked, eyebrow raised.
Draco turned his head before replying. “It was one kiss, two years ago, it meant nothing!”
Harry shook his head. “We both know that’s not true. We both know you’ve spent these last two years thinking about it everyday.”
Draco’s sighed defeatedly. Harry moves towards him, embracing him loosely. “How did you know that stuff? About the ring, and him..doing that to me?” he stuttered through his words, looking up at Harry timidly.
“Your father told me about him being broke. And wanted me to do something about it, so I did. I knew he’d hit you the moment I saw you talking to Pansy, and I wanted to rip him apart right there”.
Draco let out and exasperated noise. “There’s no way you could’ve just known-“
“When I kissed you, that was right after a different boyfriend had hit you, wasn’t it? I’d wanted to rip that one to pieces too, come to think of it”.
Draco giggled, leaning into Harry’s touch. “Yes well, you did get a few good punches in. But then you left, and I thought you probably just felt sorry for me”. The blonde trailed off.
Harry hung his head, looking down at Draco through his lashes. “I should have come back for you sooner, and I’m sorry, Draco. Truly. I just hope you’re willing to give me another chance?”
Draco beamed up at him, nodding softly. “Of course I am, Harry, I love you.”