I'm Yours

I'm Yours

Chapter two: The Show

Draco groaned as he pulled the heavy dark green duvet over his head as the bright light spilled into the dark room.

"Draco mate, get your arse out of bed and do something productive," Blaise said from his unknown place in the room, but the blonde man only made a grunt from under his covers.

Suddenly the covers were ripped from Draco's form and the man curled up in a ball to keep the warmth from falling away.

"Get up man, what happened last night... you look like shit," Blaise said with one look at his hung-over best friend.

"I saw her mate, and she's still beautiful," Draco mumbled into the softness of his black sheets as he hid his face from the bright light and the loud rumble of his best friend's deep voice.

"Bloody hell, just when you were doing well," Blaise looked around the room wrinkling his nose at the scattered dirty clothes and the empty liquor bottles that littered the tables and floor. He ran a hand through his long silky dark hair before pulling his wand out of his back pocket.

"How many times must I tell you that you're going to blow a buttock off Blaise," Draco mumbled as he peeked one eye out from his arm and watched his best friend retrieve his wand.

"Shut it Draco," and with those words he shot a jet of cold water from his wand drenching his friend.

"Merlin's beard Blaise, I'm going!" the soaked blonde jumped out of bed staggering slightly at the quick movement, seeing spots dance in his vision, before stumbling into his bathroom. His restroom was decorated totally in gleaming black tile with silver accents and handles; the darkness of the room bringing comfort to Draco's pounding head.

He turned the water onto a scalding hot, stripped of his boxers and got under the stream. The jets pounded down on his back massaging away the aches and tenderness of his skin and muscles.

He stayed under the hot water until his bones were putty and his muscles only jell. He shut the water off with sad regret before wrapping a dark green towel around his lean waist and stepping into his Slytherin themed room which had long been deserted.

He slowly entered his closet pulling on a pair of fresh boxers, a pair of dark wash jeans, and a grey jumper over a soft white under t-shirt.

Squinting as he walked into his living room, his mouth lifted into a sneer as he saw his best friend flipping through the channels on his telly.

Without a word Draco disappeared into the kitchen pouring himself a tall mug of coffee, sipping it black as he walked back into his living room in order to get rid of his best friend.

Before he could get a word out Blaise started, "It's been five sodding years, why can't you just get over her Draco, you never really had her in the first place," the Italians man's eyes never strayed from the television.

"Could you give up on Luna, would you be able to get over her?" the blonde man said sinking into his worn in couch, the coffee warm between his hands.

Blaise didn't say anything but stared fixedly at the T.V, so Draco responded to his own question, "No you wouldn't and couldn't because you love loony…besides she broke it off with Weasley."

"What?! When?!" Blaise dropped the remote turning his infinitely dark eyes onto Draco, who was acting entirely to calm for the situation.

"Last night when the weasel proposed to her," he said in a tiered monotone, another sip of coffee was the blonde's only reaction.

"Are you stark mad, that was your chance mate!" Blaise exclaimed, desperate for his friend to either end up with Granger or get over her.

"No," was the simple answer.

"Well why the hell not?" Blaise exclaimed.

"She left me Blaise, I'm not going to just waltz over to her and be the rebound, I cant go through another heart break again Blaise, she doesn't know what she wants," another long sip of coffee but Draco's eyes had taken on a glazed look.

"That's twisted logic man," Blaise said slowly and when his blonde friend didn't reply he continued, "She left Weasel King, she didn't want to marry him…she obviously knows what she wants."

Draco only took another sip of his black coffee, his grey eyes slowly coming back from the past.

"Anyway, there actually was a valid reason for me to come over here and wake you from your hung-over stupor," Blaise stood from his spot on the couch and Draco followed his example in silence, putting his mug on the table.

"I asked Luna to marry me, about two months ago and she said yes…I couldn't tell anyone because Luna wanted to do an ancient Tibetan ritual to ensure long happiness…but I came to ask you if you would be my best man?" Blaise said already stepping towards the fireplace.

"Yeah, Yeah mate I'll be happy to be your best man…and congratulations," Draco shook his best friends hand, amusement at Luna's mandatory ritual pulling his eyebrows into his hairline.

He watched as Blaise grabbed a handful of floo powder and spun away to his fiancée's flat.

Draco sunk down into the couch his head falling to his hands, the feeling of jealousy consumed his insides burning in his gut and flaming in his chest. He sometimes wished that it was he who was getting married, that it was he living the life he had dreamed of everyday since that day they had their N.E.W.T.S and he held Hermione in his arms on the grounds of Hogwarts. He had seen his life in his mind and he wanted that, he wanted it with every part of his being…but he only wanted it with one person, and he was pretty sure she didn't want that with him.

I'm just a little bit
caught in the middle
Life is a maze
and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go
I can't do it alone
(I've tried)
and I don't know why

Slow it down
make it stop
or else my heart is going to pop
'cuz it's too much
Yeah, it's a lot
to be something I'm not

-Lenka