“You’re leaving?” Fleur asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing as she watched her boyfriend scramble to get his auror gear together, “You got back two hours ago!”
Harry sighed, pushing his dark hair back as he tightened the leather harness he wore below his auror robes, his tone dripping with exasperation, “Fleur, I told you. Something came up.”
“So?” She hissed, “Can’t the rest of your squad handle it?”
“Probably,” he conceded, as he turned towards the door of their flat, “But they could need me.”
Fleur strode across the room, blocking his path to the door. She crossed her arms, leaning as she spoke, “Listen here, Harry. You swore to me you were going to take a break! This is our first actual vacation in god knows how long! And you just want to go running back?”
He glared at her, “Fleur, it could turn out to be a dangerous situation. I need to be there!”
“What about me, huh, Harry?” the silvery-blonde demanded, “What about what I need? We haven't had time for us in so long! I need you here Harry!”
“What do you mean?!” Harry asked angrily, “We’re doing fine.”
“No we’re not,” she shouted, eyes wet, “You’re barely ever home! All you do is mission after mission after mission, and I never know when or if you’re coming back, and I hate it! Would it kill you to be selfish sometimes?!”
“What do you want me to do, not go?!” He roared, green eyes wide with anger, “What if something goes wrong?”
“Then the others can handle it!” she shouted as she shoved him, sending him stumbling back, “You don't need to!”
“YES I DO!” he retorted, “PEOPLE COULD GET HURT, FLEUR! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, LEAVE THEM BE?”
“YES!”
CRACK! [2:02 PM] . The room went silent. Fleur blinked back tears, her trembling hand coming up to clutch at her cheek. The cheek that Harry had just slapped. Harry panted, arm still extended, and she watched the anger drain from his eyes as they widened, a look of horror dawning on his face as realisation hit. “Fleur,” He gasped, his hand dropping to his side, the other hand coming up, reaching for her as tears began to spill down her cheeks. “I… I didn't… I’m so-”
She couldn't help it. She flinched.
Harry froze, hand outstretched, still trembling. His mouth worked silently for a moment, before he turned and fled for the door, barely stopping to grab his shoes as he apparated from the apartment with a heavy crack.
Fleur gasped, collapsing to the floor as her knees gave out, her sobs echoing in the quiet flat.