Keep calm my little giblets, Hermione isn't as cold hearted and Draco is as messed up as I write him.

He lost his family and Hermione was his wife's best friend and Scorpius' godmother.

All the anger and sadness he's feeling is being directed onto her.

Now enjoy this chapter of Draco. Lots of action in the next one.

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Draco had stopped drinking.

Despite the sweats that racked his body, his stomach flipping as he regurgitated any small thing he ate. His body begging for a drink, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the rim of the bottle to his lips. Letting the amber liquid burn down his throat.

Amber.

Draco shut his eyes as he thought of the witch. After he screwed her on the bed he shared with his dead wife, watched as Granger's sobs racked her small frame, throwing on her white ruffled blouse without her bra, it laid by his foot, the pale pink cotton tickling his toes. She hadn't button her slacks, grabbing her shoes and leaving the room. Draco was confused but he knew he hurt her by something he did wrong. He didn't fully understand what he did. He whispered her name in her ear, kissing her jaw and nibbling her earlobe as his thrusts become erratic- feeling her come around his member had made him lose control.

Hermione wasn't the first woman he slept with since Astoria's death. The first one was a week after her death and he watched them bury her in a steel gray coffin, pounds of dirt sounding over the harsh rain that dampened his clothes. After his mother had tried to make him eat, he had thrown the plate of roasted chicken across the grand study room that he was in. His father watched him with his cold and calculating grey eyes from his place on the seat. Draco had turned and saw Astoria's and Scorpius' name and paintings had become skulls on the Malfoy family tree was the last straw. He left the manor and didn't turn back. He went to Knockturn Alley and watched as all the whores flaunted their best assets at him. He was at the best whore house, the patron who kept the girls always had the men get check-ups before they were able to fuck them all the different ways to Sunday. If one of them were to get pregnant, the matron would help the mother to get out the life style and work at the bar and/or put them into schooling.

The best whore house.

Draco had chosen a platinum haired beauty, her eyes a deep chocolate brown, and ruby red painted bow lips. He didn't pay attention to her pleasure or her over-exaggerated moans to make him believe she was enjoying it, just closed his eyes and imagined his wife's flesh under him. After racks of pleasure overtook his body, he cried. Shame racked his body as he thought of his wife. The way she would giggle when he kissed the inside of her palm and trace the veins that decorate her skin. Missed the way she was headstrong with his parents on their prejudice views and her friendships with Granger. He just missed his wife and son.

Granger was the closest thing- if not completely that was able to see the dark side of his mind. Her skin was darker than his and Astoria's but she was still pale. A light olive with freckles across her skin that made him want to count each and every dot that made a home onto her skin. The scar on the back of her right shoulder was his favorite. It began from the tip of her shoulder and ended at the end of her scapula. When he had first seen it, she was wearing a bikini Astoria had told her to wear. A deep rich green one suit that had a deep cut on the back. When he had seen it, it blended with her skin. Draco thought it was a trick of his eyes and he traced it without meaning to. Granger had jumped away from him and he shrugged at her nonchalantly.

It was his favorite scar on her.

So when he saw the utter heartbreak in her eyes and her words, Draco knew he made more scars onto the olive skin that stood out against his own. Almost as if he got a dagger and traced her skin with it.


After the complete silence from Granger for a solid week in a half, he threw himself into work. Taking case after case, Belay's trial not beginning until after they find a free slot to take his case to trial. Draco went on raids and ignored his want for the amber liquid. He took three flights of unused stairs to the psych floor, trying to see if Granger was in her office. Hoping to see the bushy haired witch. At the end of his days when it was time to go home and he didn't see her, his chest ached. Her department ended much earlier but since she was Head of it, her days ended an hour or so later. Even then, she would go to the Auror floor and check on Potter to see if he ate and Blaise if he needed any consultation. When that was done, she would go to his office and just sit quietly waiting for his shift to end and for them to walk to the floor. It was their routine that he liked. They would say their goodbyes and take the separate Floos if she was heading to her flat and him to the manor. Other times, before she could protest, he would grab his hand and throw the green powder into the fireplace, she would huff but go into the sitting room with overflowing books and start reading files.

When Rebar told him of her medical leave he shrugged, determined to forget the witch who took up his mind. He loathed that particular fact. His wife and son were gone for now a year and Hermione had become his rock. A rock he very much wanted to kick to the shoreline, but if he did he would stub his toe. She left him and didn't answer his letters. He did nothing wrong. They had sex and she left crying as if he hurt her. She was the one in the wrong.

Draco took even more raids and went to bars with Blaise and with Pansy if she got away from her overbearing husband. He didn't drink, he ordered a firewhisky and watched the two meticulous ice cubes melt before he stood up and declared to his two childhood friends he was leaving. Went to his home and slept in his new bedroom that didn't have the lingering smell of Astoria. No longer in the North wing. His room and office now moved to the South wing where guest rooms used to occupy.

He was waiting for his lunch to arrive when he heard the gossip. Writing up reports that needed to be given to Potter at the end of the day that were due over a week ago.

"Did you hear?"

"No, what someone else died?"

"No, silly. Dr. Granger took her vacation leave. She's lucky she's one of the war heroes. Gone for a month and now going to be gone another solid month. Huh."

He took his first sip of firewhisky then. And he threw it all back up over his Persian rug- his father's favorite bloody rug. He hated the damn weeks that followed were a blur. He felt as if he were under the Imperius curse. He went to work, did raids and fought Death Eaters that were trying to bring back Lord Voldemort's legacy. He ate when Allestr reminded him he had already gone two days by just drinking water and just eating half a green apple. Granger had always been on top of his eating habits after their deaths. Making sure he took enough bites.

He visited his favorite whore house and got the same blonde whose hair was now cut short. He took her on her knees and grabbed her hips. Reverting from tugging her hair and putting pressure on the back of her neck. When he felt her walls fluttering and a long moan filled the room, he let his impending release take over. He pulled out of her and looked at her shoulder to see if a scar would miraculously appear. When it didn't he stormed out after paying a good amount of galleons to the patron.


He was laying on the sofa, watching the solar system that his son loved so much. Stars glittered across the room and the sun shone brightly. He was calm. He put Granger to back of his mind, visited the whore (whose name was Lilah) and took his department by storm as interim Head Auror. Potter taking his vacation time and still no sign of the witch. So he smiled and stared at the shooting stars and the Scorpius constellation. His heart panged as he thought of his son. With soft cheeks and his mother's pout, he was a Malfoy with his pale skin and white blond hair. And the grey eyes. Draco still had a hard time staring at his eyes in the looking glass. If he stared to long he feared he'll see his son.

His finger twitched heavily and Draco looked down. The Malfoy ring glowing a dark menacing green. He stood up, sensing the spell for the solar system fall away, the bright lights now giving away to the dim candle lights.

Draco racked his brain why the ring was glowing, the solid M crest surrounded by snake scales stones made him wince. The last time it shone this brightly was when the Malfoy heir was in trouble.

When Scorpius was dying in his room just across the other side of the manor.

Why would my ring glow?


Also I made some mini micro changes in the last chapter so dont forget to check that out!