With confidence Draco stepped out of the elevator on St Mungo's third floor, where he worked as a healer. A nurse greeted him and he smiled politely.

"Good morning," was all he said as he made his way to his office after he'd heard her reply the same. His guess was that she'd been working the nightshift and was now heading home. That was not, however, the case for him. He had a lot of patients to meet today, he noticed as he sat down by his desk and rifled through his neatly sorted files and paperwork. Another paper had been left there in addition to his already assigned daily duties and patients.

Seven more? He thought to himself as he noticed the amount of patients today had been duplicated. He shot a gaze at the frame on his desk where he had his arm around the beautiful girl he was living with. She looked just as fashionable as himself. They looked quite perfect together, if his opinions mattered. Draco got up from the chair again after checking the time, deciding now was a good time for tea before patients started arriving or needed tending. As usual he changed from his expensive dark-grey trench coat to his healer robe. The robe had a fresh looking lime green colour that he liked. The fact that he was a Slytherin at school for many years had adjusted him to liking the colour in all its shades.

"Mr Malfoy?" said a voice from his door. The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with curled red hair, shot him a disapproving look.

"Yes, Mrs Parker?"

"You have a guest, I'd have thought it suited not to have personal types of those here if you please," she said, explaining her disapproval.

"My father? I've tried to…" She had left the room before he was able to explain himself. Lucius would often pass by at the hospital on his way to the ministry or what other business he had, despite Draco's attempts to have him send an owl or something so that his father would stop embarrassing him in front of his co-workers. Just as he was about to step outside his father stepped in.

"Don't worry, I won't stay for long. I made sure I was here early this time," the man clad in black said.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you drank a malicious potion to be able to come here while I work," Draco answered.

"Oh I think Mrs Parker would like that, she finds me very handsome."

"Very bothersome you mean, do you have anything special to share with me or did you just want to annoy my receptionist?" he asked and gave his father a questioning look.

"Yes, Draco, your mother and I have decided that we're giving you a younger sibling."

"What?" Draco's jaw was about to hit the ground as Lucius spoke again.

"No, that was a joke, here."

He stuck a hand inside his black robe and gracefully withdrew an envelope marked with a red stamp and the Malfoy family seal.

"What's this?"

"You could read it with your morning tea, I have other things to attend to so I won't be bothering you any longer. We'll still have dinner later this week?"

"Yes, of course father."

...

A few minutes later Draco sat down in the third floor cafeteria with his morning tea, non-sugar but with some cream, and was carefully opening the envelope by breaking the seal with the other end of his spoon. Inside there was a letter and, not too surprising, it was from his father. Why he wouldn't tell him this face to face? Draco could not understand. He did, after all, deliver it himself.

"Dearest Draco,

I'm going to tell you about a girl I met when I was young, with whom I planned to stay and have a happy life with. She was beautiful, kind and pureblooded. My family approved of her and hers approved of me. But it wasn't until I met your mother that I understood what was important about having a relationship with someone. You were supposed to feel things, struggle and after a fight you would fight even more to get back to a person you loved. Your mother made me want to fight for her, over her, with her. But this girl did not. This girl gave me only safety and it was boring, even though we had a great deal of fun together and were respectable in the eyes of our society, I'd rather have your mother. Which was very much not acceptable, seeing that I broke up my engagement to be with her. Your mother was a Black, this you know, so while it was technically acceptable, the circumstances meant that social events were strange for a while after that. I held my back straight and I was with the woman I loved, the one who made me feel alive. And the rest you know"

Draco finished reading the first page of the letter and raised his eyebrow, where was his father going with this? He took two sips of his tea and turned the letter to continue reading.

"I am trying to make you understand that any rash decisions you would make at this point will be accepted, our weekly dinners have brought me into thinking that maybe the only thing you're getting out of your relationship is safety and I want to tell you that it's okay to be impulsive. I'm not trying to encourage you if you do not feel how I think you do, but if you do… Your mother also accepts it.

Love,

Your father."

Draco rubbed his chin and snickered quietly, so he guessed that his parents didn't like his girlfriend after all. What a polite way to tell him, he thought.

...

"Astoria?" he shouted into the apartment as he closed the door after him and started taking his trench coat off. All day he had been thinking about this moment, between patients that had been poisoned or overdosed on potions.

"Yes darling?" The girl answered, coming out from their living room clad in short shorts and a tight t-shirt. She was so pretty, maybe he should wait a few hours to talk with her. He shook his head internally and gave her a concerning look, he didn't want to hurt her and yet he didn't really care. First of all she was some years younger than he, both body wise and in regards to maturity.

"I think we should break up," he said. She didn't seem surprised and he wanted to smash his head into a wall. Perfect way to drop the bomb Draco. PERFECT.

"Yeah me too, it's just… It's not any fun or anything you know."

"Precisely, but some things are just great. I guess that's why we worked for so long." He smirked at her, she crossed her arms and replied with a smirk of her own.

"Break-up sex?" She asked and he raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you want me to move out right away?"

He replied by walking up, taking a firm hold of her hands and pressing his lips to hers.

"You can do that tomorrow when I'm at work," he mumbled.

...

A/N this is the first fanfiction I've written in english and I'm sort of proud, the chapter was published twice and then I got it beta-read and now it's here again, so please leave a review, those makes my day.