A/N: So, I don't own Harry Potter or the song From a Table Away—Sunny Sweeny, I recommend listening to the song while you read this. Let the reading commence!
A Table Away
"So I guess that means that things are better. Must not been so bad at home. I thought it looked like you were leaving but it don't. And I heard you tell her you still love her, so it doesn't matter what you say."'
"Hello?" Draco said when he answered the phone.
"Hey Draco, let's go out to dinner tonight," Blaise's voice said through the receiver.
"No I don't think so, I'm to tired," Draco lied.
"Bull shit Draco, you have been moping around looking like Hell for weeks, Pansy and Theo will be coming too," Blaise said.
"No."
"Draco I swear on Salazar's grave I will come to the manor and bound and gag you if I have to," Blaise threatened.
"Try it and you'll find that you are missing a vital part of your anatomy. Now let me be," Draco threatened him back.
"Draco you are going out with us tonight knock back a shot of Fire Whiskey and get your arse to my flat, you know you'll come to" Blaise said with finality in his voice then hanging the phone up before Draco could protest.
"Bloody Hell," he groaned and pulled himself out of the chair in his office and plodded to his room to find and put on some decent clothes. When he was dressed and groomed he walked out into the large sitting area and over to the hearth emblazoned with the Malfoy family insignia.
Reaching into the vase containing Floo Powder he stated Blaise's address and after throwing the powder down disappeared in a swirl of green fire.
When he stepped out of Blaise's fireplace the former was standing there waiting to say something along the lines of I told you so. "Now then was that so hard, Draco?" he teased.
"Shut it Blaise, you are lucky I even decided to grace your home with my presence," Draco said and flipped him the finger.
"And we love you for it Draco," Pansy said entering the living room followed by Theo.
"Well you got me here now would you so kindly tell me where we are going so I can put on my surprised face," Draco said sardonically.
"The Gilded Cauldron," Theo answered. **For lack of a better name for a Wizarding World restaurant.*
"Fine, you three owe me by the way," Draco said.
"My God Draco don't be so dispiriting," Pansy accused.
"Yeah mate, if you're going to be woe is me tonight I'm going to cuff you so hard you'll still be feeling it next week," Theo stated darkly.
"Fine, let's go, the sooner we go the sooner I can go back home."
"That's the way, think positive," Blaise said sarcastically.
Pansy, Theo, and Blaise apparated first leaving Draco behind at Blaise's flat. Wherein he had half a mind to apparate back to Malfoy Manor. He decided against it though and apparated to the restaurant.
When he arrived the four friends entered the restaurant and the waiter showed them to their reserved table.
"What would you lot like to drink?" the waiter asked.
"I'll have a glass of water with lemon," Pansy started.
"I'll have a glass of wine," Theo said, ever the borderline alcoholic.
"A water for me," Blaise supplied.
"And you sir?" the waiter looked pointedly at Draco.
"An iced tea with lemon I guess," he replied.
With that the waiter disappeared and returned with their drinks several minutes later.
"So Draco besides being a reclusive hermit what have you been up to?" Pansy asked him.
"Ha ha Pans. I've just been keeping a low profile since the War ended that's all," Draco lied.
If he had told them what he had actually been doing they would have probably dropped dead. He had been dating the infamous Boy-Who-Lived for the past six months. The downside to that was that the Golden Boy was cheating on his fiancé, the Weaselette, with him. Something that never failed to make him upset.
"I wish you would leave her," Draco whispered to Harry who was lying naked beside him in the great Cherry and Mahogany bed.
"I will Draco."
"You will, when? You have been saying to me for five months that you were going to leave her and so far you haven't," Draco said pointedly, "You are always telling me how much of a bitch she is and how domineering she is but you don't do anything about it."
"Well Draco why don't you try leaving the daughter of Molly Weasley and then tell me that you didn't want to be castrated," Harry said irritated, and pushing himself out of the bed where he made to grab for his shirt.
"Harry, you have to choose, me or her," Draco stated simply.
"Draco I love you-" he was interrupted.
"But you love her too, I swear Harry if you don't choose right now you'll never see me again." Draco got up off the bed now and pulled his discarded clothes on angrily.
"I will leave her."
"I don't believe you."
"Well you had better," Harry spat at him pulling on his trousers.
"I won't believe it until I see a headline in the Prophet that says: Chosen One Leaves Long Time Marriage Prospect for Pureblood Heir Draco Malfoy."
Harry chewed on this for a minute before responding, or rather yelling, "I will leave her, I'll do it right now if you want."
"Go ahead, I dare you. But until you do don't you even think about coming back here, I'm tired of being the other person now leave," Draco shouted, pushing Harry violently out the door, "You know the way out."
Draco snapped out of his reverie, that fight had been their most recent, five days ago, and most angry. They had often had this same fight though not as heated but it always ended the same way, with Harry saying: "I will leave her."
Well since he had seen no headline and Harry had not returned to the Manor since then he assumed that Harry decided to stay with that ginger bint.
"Draco, look who just walked in," Blaise said with repugnance.
He turned to see the thing that he most did not want to see sitting a table away from them. It was none other than Harry Potter with Ginny Weasley and what looked like a diamond ring glittering proudly upon her finger.
Immediately he felt an inextinguishable rage build up in his chest, so he had chosen her.
"Well it looks like little Ginny Weasley is going to marry Harry Potter, I bet no one saw that coming," Pansy said cynically.
"I love you Harry," Ginny smiled and kissed him passionately.
"I love you too Ginny," Harry replied.
Draco tried to shut his ears to the exchange but the anger that had been building in his chest was threatening to burst forth from his mouth in a flurry of explicit words. By sheer force of will he managed to say that he needed to use the loo and no one questioned him.
When he left the dining area he stepped towards the exit rather than the loo. Outside of the establishment he disapparated back to the Manor.
"Damn him," he shouted when he entered into the foyer of his house slamming the door so hard it made the chandelier on the ceiling and the candelabras on the wall shake.
"That fucking two-faced bastard," Draco continued shouting and unceremoniously slammed his fist into the mirror in the foyer, bits of glass whizzed through the air and landed all around him. Large shards were lodged in his hand but he found at this point he didn't care and continued in his tirade.
An hour and several broken ornaments later he decided that he could no longer ignore the shards of glass in his hand and made his way to the bathroom.
Once he got there he turned the tap on and let the water run over his wounded hand and with his other hand started pulling the shards out of his hand. With the large quantity out of his hand Draco pulled his wand out and cast a charm to remove most of the smaller pieces. He followed that up with a quick Episkey and left the bathroom.
He made his way back to the front of the Manor and then to his study. His desk was strewn with bills and other irrelevant papers that he didn't care about and shoved them all off the surface.
Subsequently he reached into the cabinet under his desk pulling out a half empty bottle of Fire Whiskey and a shot glass. For the next several hours he poured himself shot after shot of the hard liquor to the point where he no longer had the capability to get the liquid into the glass.
He was never proud of this but found that it was the only way to deal with the pain after something concerning his and Harry's love, was it still safe to call it that, was it ever safe to call it that? Draco didn't know nor did he have the patience to be bothered with it.
Sometime in the early morning hours he passed out and became dead to the world.
He was woken with a start by an owl dropping something on his head which, given his previous night, gave him a painful headache. He groaned and reached into his pocket and pulled out some coins to pay the bird that promptly left after the deposit.
Summoning up the energy to lift his head he rested his chin on the front page and watched as the headline flashed: "Chosen One To Marry Ginny Weasley Come Fall.
The rage he felt was enough to sober him up and he tore the paper to shreds. On the front page was a picture of the happy couple, well the happy Ginny, standing proudly before the press, now it was just a bunch of torn pieces upon the floor.
Swearing loudly as he stood up to fast Draco stumbled to the living room and collapsed onto the plush couch with a migraine pounding in his temples.
A few minutes later he collected himself and walked to the bathroom to freshen himself up, this included brushing his teeth to get the bitter after taste of the Fire Whiskey out of his mouth and casting a hair and body freshening charm on his figure.
When Draco had deemed himself fit to face the world he returned to the sitting room where he found he had a visitor.
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come back," Draco ground out.
"I came to say—" he Harry was interrupted.
"What? You came to say what? That you are still going to leave her someday, that you love me. Well you can just go to Hell Potter," Draco shouted.
"Draco it's easier this way, this is what people will believe," Harry said feebly.
Draco scoffed and clenched his fist, "I knew it, I knew it before I read the bloody Prophet, and I saw you with her last night. It certainly did not look like you were leaving her. So why don't you just leave and go be happy with your bint and then she can punch out a couple of blood-traitor-half-blood bastards."
"God you're impossible you couldn't possibly understand Malfoy, it's no wonder everyone leaves you," Harry spat.
"Get out, if you come by me again I'll kill you myself," Draco threatened pushing him out the door.
"No you won't, you won't because you still love me, but I'm gone, I'm done fighting with you."
And with that Harry left, Draco watched him go and walked back inside slamming the door, forever, on them.
"I saw it all… From a table away."'
A/N: Wow so what did you think of that? Thanks for reading; the song From Table Away by Sunny Sweeny inspired this fic. I don't much like the way the ending came out but I am not going to fix it so… yeah.
Please review and favorite, who knows there may be a sequel. :)