A/N: Hey guys! It's my birthday today, so I thought I'll start with this story. My first attempt at a fanfic, so please read!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. Except for the plot.
'One Firewhisky, Tom.'
The wizened landlord looked up from the counter, and smiled a toothless smile.
'Here this early, Mr. Malfoy? What happened to your Auror training?'
'It's a Sunday, Tom. No training today. The Firewhisky, if you please, Tom.'
'Of course, Mr. Malfoy.'
The wizard bowed, and left to find a fresh bottle.
Draco Malfoy looked at his retreating back, and then looked around the bar. Though it was a Sunday, the Leaky Cauldron was as bare as on a Monday morning. Just a few warlocks, a trio of witches, a couple in the corner…
Draco's eyes fixated on the couple. Just a year ago, or even a month ago, Astoria and him would have been like that couple, hugging, kissing, whispering sweet nothings…
Draco's mind flashbacked to that afternoon, and he closed his eyes.
'It's been happening every night, Draco! Everyday, every night. It's too much for me to bear!'
'I'm sorry, Astoria! I can't help it! It's my Auror degree- I have to get good marks, or I'll lose my chance! Tori- wait!'
Astoria Greengrass turned around from the door,her hand on the knob, and looked into Draco's eyes. They mirrored the sorrow and regret she had been feeling from so long.
'It's been so long, Draco,' she whispered, eyes full of tears. 'When did you last hold me close, when did you last get me a gift, when did you last take me out? When did you last tell me you loved me?' She came closer to him, tears threatening to fall, 'I love you, Draco. I always will, but if I don't get something in return…'
She turned back towards the door, but Draco caught her arm and pulled her close to him.
'Hey.' He pushed her hair behind her ear, 'I'm holding you close right now. As for the gift, let's go now. I'm serious!' He pulled her back as she tried to break away, 'Hey, I love you.'
'No! Don't lie, Draco. Not now, please.' She pulled herself away and ran out, leaving the door open.
'Tori!' Draco covered the distance between him and the door in three long strides, and looked out at an empty corridor.
'Damn it!' Draco ran a hand through his blond hair, mussing it, and ran out, down the stairs, into the dining hall of Malfoy Manor.
'Binky,' Draco called out to his favourite house-elf.
The elf tottered out of the kitchen. 'Yessir, Master Draco,' it squeaked.
'Did you see Astoria anywhere here?'
'Yessir, Master Draco. Miss Astoria walked out of the door right now, didn't she? Binky saw her go, yessir.'
Draco ran to the door and looked at the grounds, the gate beyond. Astoria was nowhere to be seen.
That was when he had grabbed his cloak, and apparated to Diagon Alley.
'Here's your drink, Mr. Malfoy.'
Draco opened his eyes. Tom was wiping his hands with the old towel on his shoulder.
Draco took out a few silver Sickles and put them on the counter.
Tom said nothing, scooped up the money, grinned at Draco and left to attend to other customers.
Draco downed the drink in one long gulp, scalding his throat, and left through the brick doorway into Diagon Alley, his cloak swishing behind him in a way reminiscent of his father.
A/N: So… Really short, I know, but it's just the beginning. I couldn't add everything now. It wouldn't work.
Anyway, please review! Constructive criticism will be read, flames will be used to cook dinner. Either way, do leave one! Thanks!