Inspired by Starsailor – "some of us"
Draco was 35 years old, he was owner of Malfoy Industries, owning several, both magical and non-magical, shipping and civil transport company's. He had everything man like he could dream of - a beautiful and smart wife, little adorable son, who'd taken only the good sides from both of parents. But that was just the front page of Draco Malfoy, just the face he let the world to see, only few knew the truth, that the man was cheating his wife, was avoiding his son, he was nothing the world saw him as.
It was rainy August night when Draco was arriving late from work, he always came home late, not wanting to dine with his wife, son, and his own mother. He'd been having a naughty fun with his personal assistant, very effective blond girl.
Draco stopped in front of his manor looking up, it looked different than other nights, or maybe that was just his imagination. He entered the house, it was quiet, all the lights were out, he couldn't help but frown, even if the whole house knew he was unfaithful, his wife had always expected him home, along with his son, of course they stopped to do that long time ago, but they still were up (usually) around this time, all three playing some silly board games or reading book. This night was different, the house was so quiet. Draco turned the lights on and looked around, hearing soft footsteps down the stairs, he saw his mother and greeted her
"Evening mother"
Narcissa Malfoy maybe was old, but she still was a real beauty "Evening Son"
She finished her way down the stairs "I need to have a word with you" with that she opened the door to a drawing room, leaving no choice for him but to walk in.
"What is this nonsense about mother? I'm tired and wish to go to bed" he said in his usual bossy and annoyed voice.
The woman sat calmly down in chair by fire "do you know what day is today?"
"Yes of course I do"
"Well what is it then?"
"Wednesday?" he found it odd question.
"Today was your son's 10th birthday, he received his Hogwarts letter" she said and looked at her son, she always knew how to make him feel bad, with just one look.
"Shit…" he groaned
"Don't bother, thankfully your wife is smart enough and have finally learn how to lie, she told Scorpius you had an urgent meeting in America, the boy is not stupid though, so the lies won't work forever "
Draco rolled his eyes and sat down, knowing this will be a long night "so what? I'll buy that boy a broom and things will be back to normal"
The woman threw a glare to him "nothing will be the same anymore Draco" for a moment her eyes were wet. Yes Narcissa Malfoy was crying, she'd never cried in front of her son, no one actually.
The young man frowned "what do you mean by that?"
The elder woman looked at the fire whipping her eyes out of tears "She… we… she passed away this evening"
There was long silence. Draco knew who she was speaking about, for a moment he felt like someone and punched a hole into him, he looked at his mother, he handed her a napkin, he still couldn't process it all, how could she be dead.
"She kept it as a secret, she was ill Draco" his mother whispered in the napkin.
He looked at the fire silent, it finally reached his mind, she was gone, he'd never hear her read to their son, he'd never argue with her, he'd never sleep next to her, he'd never eat dinner with her, he'd never ever be with her again.
He swallowed clearing his throat "does Scorpius knows?"
"Yes" said his mother and got up "he's a gifted and smart boy, she knew it even before we did" the woman slipped to door and left the room, leaving Draco alone with his own thoughts.
How could he do this? He remembered the day he'd invited her for tea for the first time, having a civil conversation with her, he remembered her working in a dusty small bookstore, he remembered how it all began, how in love he was. Draco looked down on his left hand there was still the wedding band, he sighed a little, he'd ruined it all, he'd fell for her, because he wanted something new, because he needed something different, something better than this, but he had ruined it all. He wanted to punch himself hard and bad, no! Even punches reminded him of her. He closed his eyes feeling horrible, yes they weren't as close as they used to be, damn it, nothing was as it used to be and only because of him, because of his father, because his father had thought him to be like this, it all was his fault, if only he'd knew, if only…
he regretted it all, if only he'd turn back time and live it all over again, to fix his mistakes, but he couldn't, and even then he wouldn't have her he'd never ever have a chance with the only girl he'd ever actually loved –Hermione Granger.
