AN: The characters are not mine. They belong to J.K.Rowling.
Chapter 3
Presently…
"Ouch! Fuck! Flipping stupid muggle machine!"
Bang!
Crash!
Crack!
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Fucking hell! How the fuck do you fix this"
Smash!
"Arrggh!!! Draco! Honey! I need some help here please"
A blond head peek from the door.
"You call? My god what happened here!?"
Puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry Draco. I was trying to help. Honest. Something went wrong"
A sigh
"Well that's rather obvious isn't it, looking at the situation of my kitchen"
Lips trembling. Eyes watering.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I can clean the kitchen later. Just leave that thing there. I'll send it back to the shop. It's still on quarantine anyway"
A relived sigh, in a small voice.
"I cut my finger"
An amused snort.
"Come here you big baby"
A pout.
"You love me anyway"
Draco smiled.
In a serious voice.
"Draco…I don't understand why won't you use or allow any magic in your house? I could fix it with a wave of my wand"
"Angelo…please. We've talked about this a hundred times before!"
"Well I'm rather dumb. You have to explain your illogical logicality, to me again!"
"They can trace my magic and I don't want to be found"
"That doesn't explain why I can't do magic!" growled Angelo, exasperated by Draco's stubbornness.
"Fine! Do you want to know why! Its because every time someone does magic I keep thinking about Him! I keep thinking about my past!" cried Draco.
He hated the pain that could be heard in his voice every time they were talking about Him.
"Oh Draco. Come here and give me a hug. Honey, how are you supposed to move on like this? It has been three years Draco. Three flipping years" whispered Angelo, as he held Draco tightly.
"I know Angelo. I know that. I just can't help it," he sobbed.
AN: Has Draco stop loving Harry? Does he love Angelo? What happened to Draco's child? To be continued...