I hope everyone liked the first chapter. Here is number two. I am still going through the stages of grief with Draco. And to start with he is still in Anger.
Disclaimer: Me: "Good News! I own Harry Potter! Now I can finally make Hermione and Draco get together." J.K. Rowling: "Think again, crazy fanfiction writer. Think again." Me: "Damn!"
Chapter 2: Back Here
Walking out of the coffee shop, Draco decided that he needed something stronger. So he went a few blocks over, and entered a Muggle bar.
In his entire life, Draco had only had Muggle 'liquor' two other times. Both times were just to make fun of the Muggles, and how their drinks didn't amount to much.
Sometime later, Draco sat alone at the bar, staring at the bottom of his empty glass. He had already asked for another, but the bartender, Leo, wouldn't give it to him. Even though Draco knew the bartender was only doing his job and looking out for the well-being of his customers, Draco still fought him.
So eventually, Draco was thrown outside of the bar. He could barely stand up, let alone walk. He knew he shouldn't have gone to the Muggle bar, but Draco had wanted something to calm the rage inside of him. But the alcohol seemed to have the opposite effect. Each drink kept reminding him about everything that had happened, and each drink brought up more anger and more fury.
Draco found himself sitting in a deserted alley, in a not so good part of London. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed his wand and apparated to Malfoy Manor. He knew he shouldn't have gone there as soon as he landed. Luckily he made it to where he wanted without splinching, because apparating while intoxicated is dangerous. Draco didn't want to risk it a second time. He stood up in the living room of his childhood home. Well, he stood with the help of the couch. He maneuvered his way to his old room, walking very slowly since the alcohol was still having effect on his reactions.
Eventually he made it to his destination. He spotted the bed across the room, stumbled over, and fell onto it. Draco was almost asleep before even hitting the pillow.
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Draco awoke the next morning to the sound of a screaming baby. Groaning, he shoved his head under the pillow.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Narcissa Malfoy yelled at her son. "You show up unannounced, leave your two month old son, and show up two days later drunk!"
Narcissa quickly quieted down Scorpius and sat down on her son's bed. "I heard about Astoria. Imagine my surprise when I saw Peony Parkinson in Diagon Alley and she started asking me how you were coping with the loss. I was shocked that my own son didn't even tell me. But when you didn't come home, that's when I got worried. I know this is hard, but you should be around family." She waited a few more minutes for a reply from Draco, but gave up when she heard soft snores coming from underneath the pillow.
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The next time Draco woke up it was almost two in the afternoon. He groaned as he sat up in his childhood bed. His head was pounding, his mouth felt like he had just eaten a bag of cotton balls, and his eyes were sensitive to the light that filtered through the gap in his curtains. All of these hangover symptoms had reminded him of why he shouldn't drink Muggle liquor. It also reminded him of what had happened in his life during the past couple days. Draco tried to shove it to the back of his mind, but couldn't fully manage. He walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen where he got a glass of water to help fix the cotton mouth.
"Good afternoon, Draco." Narcissa said from the doorway.
Draco looked up at his mother. She was holding Scorpius, his son. As Draco looked at Scorpius he could feel many emotions. He felt happy to see his son, sad because his son would never know his mother, and most of all, anger. Anger because when Draco looked at Scorpius, all he could see was Astoria. He could see Scorpius smiling in Astoria's arms. He could envision Astoria singing softly to the little boy while trying to get him to sleep. He remembered the first memory of Astoria holding Scorpius while at St. Mungo's. Draco snapped out of his thoughts when his mother spoke again.
"I thought we could spend time as a family today. You haven't seen your son in a while." Narcissa said holding Scorpius out to Draco.
"Sorry, Mum, I have to go to the hospital and get things sorted." Draco said to his mother without so much as a glance at her.
He didn't say another word. Draco walked back up the stairs, grabbed his coat and apparated out of there. Once he landed in the back alley of Muggle London, Draco had no idea where he was going to go. He decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to go to St. Mungo's like he had told his mother he was going to do. He felt as if he needed to double check that it really was Astoria lying in that morgue.
Since he wasn't that far from St. Mungo's, Draco decided to walk. The walk helped Draco clear his head, so by the time he had reached St. Mungo's his anger level had dropped. It hadn't dropped much, but enough.
Bargaining, when you try to negotiate. 'I will give you anything if I can just have more time with them.' If you are willing to give up everything, why can't you have just this one thing in return?
The walk wasn't long and Draco found himself in the same morgue he had just been in two days earlier. The same cold little room, filled with dead bodies. He was shown over to the correct table, where Astoria laid. The Healer who was in the room, left silently so Draco could be alone.
Staring down at the stiff body that had once been his wife, Draco broke down. He didn't even have to hardly look at her, he just knew it was Astoria.
That's when the tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't hold himself together anymore, and Draco was ashamed of that. If only his father could see him now. Lucius would tell Draco to quit crying. The crying made him a disgrace to the family, because a Malfoy man does not cry.
All Draco wanted was his son to at least remember his mother. He wanted to have just a few more years with Astoria. Hell, he would even take a few more weeks, or days, or even minutes.
Grasping the table for support, Draco continued to let the tears fall. He glanced down at the body in front of him. The body that he had gotten so used to wrapping his arms around. The body that held their son for nine long months.
He couldn't take it anymore. Draco had to get out of there. He looked down one last time, and placed on last kiss on her forehead, then apparated.
When he landed in the living room of his house, the house that he had shared with Astoria, his legs couldn't support him anymore. He fell to the ground, sobbing.
Draco didn't want this house if Astoria wasn't there to share it with him. He didn't want his job if he couldn't vent to Astoria about his days. He didn't want his life without Astoria there. He would give it all up for Astoria. He would live in a bloody box, if he could just have her with him.
He was contemplating getting up and finding somewhere more comfortable when he heard a knock at the door. It was soft and cautious. He stood up quickly, too quickly and got a little lightheaded. Shaking off the feeling, Draco looked at his appearance in the hall way mirror. The tears had stopped, thankfully, but if the person who was knocking looked at him closely they would be able see that he had been crying.
He was just about ready to decide if he wanted to open the door or not, when the person knocked again. This time the knock came with more vigor. He yanked the door open and stared at who was on the other side, not believing his luck.
"Granger?" He said not believing the Muggle born, and his sworn enemy, was standing in his doorway.
Oh! Why is Hermione at Draco's place?
But you will find out why Hermione is there in the next chapter. Well it will explain it a bit better I guess.
Also Peony Parkinson is Pansy's mom, in case you all were wondering.
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