Chapter Seven- 4:03 AM
"Pssst. Draco. Draco." I felt hands wrapped around my shoulders, gently shaking me out of my slumber.
"What is it, baby?" I momentarily forgot how mad at her I was for dropping this Daddy bomb on me.
"Can we talk?" I felt her rubbing on my back, the easiest way to get what she wants.
"Yes…" I couldn't resist. We climbed out of bed as quietly as possible and exited the apartment building, taking in the drab scenery of concrete and weeds.
"We can't just gloss over our issues, you know. We need to fix them." Astoria inhaled sharply.
"I agree." My heart was fucking racing as though I'd had sex for three hours, not knowing what she was going to say.
"We have to stop this cycle of fucking up and running and making up and fucking up and running." I nodded, letting her continue, knowing that it wasn't all she had to say.
"I mean, we have a son! We need to get our shit together! Right? Anyway, well, I think we should both make an effort. We've both been pretty fucked up. I can't just leave you when I see you're struggling. And you can't just yell at me when you have all that built up rage inside of you. I know it's not about me, but it hurts." I could see the tears beginning to stain that beautiful face and it killed me. I had done this.
"No, it's not you at all. It's all me—"I began, but she cut me off.
"You need to stop with your internal guilt. Stop taking everything and stop blaming yourself. Take responsibility, but don't dwell on it." She cupped my face in her soft hands, forcing me to make eye contact. "I'm sorry I left you and ran. I need to stick by you and help you through your damages."
"I'm sorry I'm always so furious. I need to appreciate you. You and Scorpius are all I have." I stroked her nighttime afro lovingly.
"Let's just be in love again. We'll deal with your father. We'll deal with your problems and mine. But we'll deal with it together." She said as I placed loving kisses in her hair and forehead.
"I can do that. We can do that." I mumbled into her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry."
"So am I."
Chapter Eight- 10:27 AM
Mr. Draco Malfoy,
I received your owl and am touched. I clearly cannot just hand you a teaching job, though we are in desperate need. I would like to extend an invitation for an interview in my office. These are mostly just formalities.
Best Regards,
Headmistress M. McGonagall
