Hello folks so i really liked his story but went through some life stuff so i didnt pick it back up but when I was reading it I vould find that flow that o had before so i scrapped the project and started over fresh with a new flow... yes anyway Please read and review and let me know what you think and droo some idea on where you thinkt his story might be going. always love feed back.
Chapter One
"Unpleasant Afternoon's "
There are many things in life that Draco Malfoy looked forward to , not as many as when he was a young boy but a good few none the less; in the words of his trusty conductor they tickled his fancy. As he tried to hold onto what little patience or was it his sanity he had left he started to list said things to himself.
Hot bath, a quiet visit to see his mother, a nice glass of fire whiskey, newest issue of witch weekly thou he would never admit that out loud and he would only purchase said issue of it had a article on something or should he say someone he was interested in.
But out of all the things list none of them even came close to being awake at noon with one Pansy Parkison seated before him getting ready for another one of her now house hold famous talks. And by calling it a talk was stretching it a bit thin, if the one and only Malfoy heir was to call it anything it would be argument between two parties that both would never back down.
'She does hide it well all pleasantries first then a smooth transitions into the battle field, how very Slytherin of you Pansy' though he dreaded what was to come Draco couldn't help a feeling of pride settling in his chest.
"Draco…darling" Pansy's perfectly polished red painted index finger traced the rim of her chipped tea cup.
She eyed her childhood friend taking in his appearance, her red painted lips pulled down in a frown. This was not the man he was suppose to be, what sat before her was in her opinion a poor runner up to the Draco Malfoy look a like contest.
No longer was his blond hair perfect with no strains out of place but it stood up on all ends, in what could only be called bed head.( If it was brushed it was just graze the heirs cheek bones..) He wasn't even dressed properly a plan green shirt and a pair of sleep pants with not even the decency to put on shoes.
Dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and he was paler then she had ever remembered seeing him before, back in school she worshiped the ground this man walked on and now seated before her all she could think was how very un Malfoy.
While Pansy had been eyeing Draco the blond was returning the favor in kind, gone was the fat pugged face girl before him now sat a fully grown witch. Her brown hair was pulled into a tight bun showing off her long elegant neck.
She was dressed smartly in a dark blue pin striped suit which clung to her body nicely showing off a figure that Drack knew she had worked very hard to achieve. She looked ever bit like someone who worked for witch weekly's gossip section and that funny pride feeling welled again.
"The heir to the Malfoy name should not be living in such circumstances" she waved dramatically at the room as if it would make all of her past argument clear.
Draco shifted in his chair, well one couldn't really call it a chair it was more of a stool which utilized the side of the simple black stove as a makeshift back.
He pushed into it taking in the slight warmth that still lingered from the kettle that had been brought to a boil no less than ten minutes ago. Of course when a full meal was cooked using the oven part it was a different story. His mind wondered for a moment recalling the many fights over who would have to sit on the stool, back hunched uncomfortably as not to touch the scorching surface.
Catching the look Pansy was giving him Draco quickly pulled himself from his thoughts, he didn't use to have such problems his mind was always alert and focused. But after what happened his mind had become like a bludger being beaten back a fourth between beaters as it whizzed around the pitch.
Leaning forward with his chin rested on his up turned palm Draco looked around lazily at what Pansy had gestured to in such disdain.
The room was small with just enough space between everything crammed within to move around comfortably. At the back of the room which was shaped like a cylinder tube was a small hatched used to descended to the lower floors. A few feet ahead of it on the left hand wall was the table that the pair sat in and the stove, next to the stove was a small pantry and a refrigerator with a simple counter top to take up the last of the space.
On the opposite wall was the bath area a toilet and shower with a green curtain on a brass rode giving the user some privacy. Next to the bathroom was a wardrobe and finally a bunk bed with far to many pillows and blankets piled up on both mattresses. In truth the younger Draco a naïve, spoiled and selfish boy would of felt the same as his friend. He would of scuffed and wondered what trash lived in such a shit hole, but to Draco now only one word crossed his mind when he took in the sights around him. Home.
"Pansy this is my home, due try to show some respected" he had a slight bite in his voice . It wasn't the manor or some upscale apartment but it was something he had of his own that he had poured blood sweat and tears into and no one not even a childhood friend would say in hear shot of him that it was anything less.
"Home you must be joking? This place is not you Draco" she huffed slapping her hand on the table a sneer morphing her pretty face into a ugly sight.
"It's because of him isn't it? The war is over it has been for over five years Draco that boy made his bed and now he must lay in it and dragging you into with him is not something I can sit by and watch happen!" her voice raised and Draco blinked in surprise she had never brought this up but here she sat red face and fuming. The blond thought he knew the dance between them but it would appear that the brunette had enough and she was letting the true problem come to the surface.
Draco wondered what had caused the snap what had been the last feather that broke the hipplgriffs back. He couldn't linger long in his musing for the look Pansy was giving him could put his father to shame.
"Its nothing like that Pans this is my choice one I made for myself" she female huffed arms crossing as she shook her head in disbelief.
"No all this started as soon as he got out Draco don't lie to me" that was slightly true but it was his own choice Matt had nothing to do with it.
"I thought my ears where burning now I see why" pale hands grasped the landing as a small figure emerged from the hatch. Pulling themselves up fully the dark haired male stared bored at the two before him seated on the lip of the hatch, a fag dangled loosely at his lips a cup of take away coffee in his right hand.
Draco's face softened as he stared at his returning friend, the argument had put him on edge but having the other so close by he could feel the tension slowly leaving his shoulders.
His name was Matt Jachound a young man who stood at 5'4 with wild unkempt black hair and light grey eyes. He wore a bored expression and rarely showed emotions outside the private home the two shared.
Matt was smaller than Draco with a thin wiry build, his eyes also appeared larger than normal in there grey depths specks of black flickered within the colored iris like glitter.
The pair glared at each other neither one breaking the eye contact, Draco sighed this morning was turning into shit.
"I see you'r still clinging onto Draco. Holding him back and ruining his life like always" the first shot was fired.
"Oh Pansy you got some spell work done, by Merlin you should ask for a refunded they butchered you" Pansy bristled in rage, she would never go under the wand as the saying went.
"0602 isn't that your number Matt?" Pansy hisses back. Matt froze body going stiff and rigged without another word he dropped through the hatch to the deck below leaving the pair.
"Pansy" Draco growled.
"Its time for you to leave you have no right to say that. You crossed a line and I wont have that brought up in my home" Draco snapped.
"Draco I'm sorry I didn't mea.."Pansy tried to defend herself but a silencing hand caused her mouth to snap shut.
Draco sat along in his thoughts after Pansy left, his head was rested in his hands and he felt the started of a head ache beginning.
He just wanted to be left alone, he gave a dry laugh at the thought him Draco Malfoy wanting to be left alone it was comical. This thoughts began to drift to the war to dark times he wished he could just forget , five years had past but the memories lingered so fresh in his mind.
He's head hit the table with a thunk and his eyes grew heavy with a exhaustion that Draco has been fighting for so long that he could feel it in his bones.
He was fighting with himself trying not to let his mind go down that road he had tried to stray away from, the war was over… but for Draco it just didn't feel that way.
As his eyes finally closed seated at the table on the third deck of the Knight Bus Draco began to dream.
"I know it's going to happen soon… Father wants it more than anything" A young Draco Malfoy sat staring at the black lake with silvery eyes down casted in a very un Malfoy way.
"You don't have to do it Dra they cant make you" Draco huffed in annoyance his gaze turning sharp and cold as he started out at the stretch of lake.
"Its not that simple and you bloody know it" he snapped back voice harsher than he meant it to."We could run away together? " the voice was hopeful."
That's not a option. Do try to think before you speak" Draco was tired of this he stood turning to the castle, break was almost over anyway no point dwelling on things that he cant change."
They are going to want you to do stuff Draco… bad stuff. Do you think you can do it?" the question hung in the air Draco's bad stuffed and he turned with the Malfoy glare marring his handsome face.
"Of course I can do it" in this moment he sound so confident. "A Malfoy will do what needs to be done, you wouldn't know anything about that. I know you . You would just run away scared like you always do when anything gets to tuff or when you don't like something. So tell me Matt could you do it?" he didn't give his friend time to answer Draco walked away head held high, rage causing his fist to ball.
"If it was for you Draco I would do anything…." The words caused his steps to falter but he quickly corrected himself a continued forward. Everyone talked big until they had to actually do it, Matt was like that but not Draco he would show everyone.