Summary: Voldemort's days are over, but there is no happy ending for Draco Malfoy. What happens when he is allegedly betrayed by the one who means more to him than the world?
He knew he was drunk already, and he shouldn't drink more, but he couldn't stop himself. His mind was in chaos. His thoughts kept spinning around to what had happened. To what he had done.
Flashback:
He woke up that morning not feeling very well. He decided to take a break from his job as an Auror for the day, cancelling work for the first time in months. Hell, he had the rest of his life to work.
He apparated into muggle London, then to a bus stop near her house. He was fairly certain that she would be home. He waited after ringing the doorbell, surprised at how long she was taking.
It wasn't her who answered.
He knew that he hadn't seen the man before, else he would have remembered. The man seemed to be a muggle, with features so distinctive they were the kind that stuck in your memory like gum in your hair. Then she came, her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, widening as she saw him. His eyes widening as he saw her pull on the sleeves of her light pink nightdress. It was the colour of cherry blossoms.
His mind was full of incomprehension. Her words, her denials- "No, it's not what you think!"- drowned out by the roar in his ears. Without a word, he had turned around and slowly walked the three miles home, back to Malfoy Manor, not realizing, or perhaps not caring, that it was pouring rain.
End Flashback
He gestured to Madame Rosmerta for another firewhiskey. He drowned himself into his fury, trying to mend his broken heart with it, but only succeeding in breaking it more. Finally, hours later, Madame Rosmerta ushered him out, saying "now, no more drinks for you, dear. You've had quite enough already."
He lurched sideways a little as he fumbled with the key to his house, vowing that he would never see her again, swearing to his heart that he'd never loved her at all. Without bothering with candles, he mounted the stairs in the dark to the window seat in his room. He opened the curtains and climbed out on to the roof. He screamed until his lungs surely had burst, until his throat felt raw, until his voice felt like it would never come back; never hold the power to say that he loves her again.
Back inside and down the stairs again. There was light coming from the kitchen.. He saw her, looking like nothing had happened, as though she hadn't betrayed him, hadn't--
She was humming gently, and stopped when she saw him. Apologies and twisted words, lies and unspoken truths. Explanations falling on the ears of a deaf man. She said she still loved him, and nothing, no one would ever change that. No eyes burning with affection are seen by the eyes of a man once blinded by love. Alcohol, pain, and anger melted together. Avada Kedavra. A grim satisfaction as the breath left her body. As her words were muted forever. He gazed at the body. Her eyes were still open, still pleading. Her lips were slightly apart- her lips, the colour of cherry blossoms. But why was the pain still there? Why did it feel as though his heart had died along with her's?
Author #1:
Writing by me, hope you guys like it. Read our co-written story if you want more!!! This was originally posted before as OC, but I decided to make a couple of changes. Please Review :)
Author #2:
This is totally Author 1's work. I had nothing to do with it except making Author #1 publish it on fanfiction and deciding who the scene was between.