Author's note: here's a short chapter, but a chapter no less! I love all of you have been reading ):{D We are getting near the end guys! There is only a chapter or two left! But don't worry, I've already got ideas for the next story:) Enjoy
Draco left shortly after meeting Blaise's new boy toy, not wanting to talk about his problems about Harry when Justin was there. The rest of his weekend was spent in his study, thinking of what he would say to Harry once he walked into work on Monday. He almost always had a bottle of wine with him while sitting in the plush chair. Winky only came to deliver a meal to her master or to replenish his empty wine glass. Draco had told her not to bother him unless it was important. He had even fallen asleep in the chair, waking up in the middle of the night to a sore back and stumbled his way to his bed.
The weekend was also rough for Harry as well. Although he had spent it with his friends, he had stayed up at night wondering what or who Draco was doing. He knew it was wrong to assume Draco would just find a new person to fuck, but he didn't really know what Draco was like now. He wanted to of course, but there was the fear the Draco would reject him hanging above his head. He wanted to talk to Draco on Monday, but Ginny needed him, Ron, Seamus, and Neville to go with Dean to get fitted for dress robes. The wedding was soon, so they had to see Madame Malkin, because it was the closest day that was appointment free. He hoped there were no big cases, considering two of his best Aurors would be gone, not to mention Harry himself.
When Monday rolled around, Draco found he was extremely nervous. All the preparing in the world wouldn't help him know what to say to Harry. He worked extra hard to look good for work, for Harry. Once he deemed himself properly groomed, he Apparated to the employee entrance to the Ministry of Magic.
He sat at his desk, waiting for harry to come out to talk to all of the Aurors about some new cases, and determine teams for the tougher, more dangerous ones. After 15 minutes and Harry still didn't come out, Draco noted that Aurors Finnigan, Thomas, and Weasley were missing. It was strange that all of them, and Harry would be gone today. He hoped all was well, but was more worried than he should be.
The day was uneventful, only a few small cases that were given to those who asked. Draco sat at his desk, doing paperwork and talking to his co-workers, but inside he was disappointed that he couldn't talk to Harry. After they all clocked out for the day, Draco was invited out to dinner by a few new friends, though he declined.
"Aw come on Draco, you know you want to go," Auror Roger Davies, a former Ravenclaw student pleaded, "It'll be fun. Please come grab dinner with us."
"I'd love to really, but I have a lot of work to do at home. Divorce papers and such," Draco replied, sounding more disappointed than he really was.
Once home, he was greeted by two letters and warm food prepared by Winky. The first letter was from Astoria, so he quickly opened it, wanting to see what she's done now.
Draco,
You mother contacted me to tell me about you lack of funds and your foolish decision to keep your pathetic job, and that you won't be living in the house much longer. I just wanted to say that I told you I'd ruin your life, and I did. You no longer have a home and I will soon be taking up residence there, while live like the filth you are. I also wanted to say that the money you no longer get from your parents it mine, along with the vaults in our name. You have nothing, Draco. Nothing. And I hope you are happy with it.
Yours truly,
Astoria
P.s. You won't be able to stay with Pansy and Blaise either; I've told them you don't deserve their kindness.
Instead of laughing and burning the letter, he first wrote a reply to the stupid twat.
Astoria,
You can't have the house, because I've sold it. And I don't care that you have that money, because I don't want it. I wouldn't stay with Pansy or Blaise anyway, what with Blaise's new Hufflepuff fuck toy. Remember when you were his fuck toy? Or what about mine? Now you're just a loose cunt who's willing to fuck anyone because her very attractive soon-to-be ex-husband can't get it up for evil shrewd whores.
With as much love as I can muster without puking,
Draco L. Malfoy
He called one of his owls and sent it off, tossing the read letter in the fireplace. The next letter was from none other than Harry Potter. With lightning speed, he destroyed the envelope and began to read Harry's message.
Auror Draco,
I need to see you in my office bright and early tomorrow morning, 6 am sharp. You are not in trouble I assure you, but we need to talk. This message does not need a reply.
See you then,
Head Auror Harry Potter
Draco didn't burn this letter, he simply placed it on the counter and sat down to eat, his stomach voicing his hunger. Soon after he finished his meal, he went to bed in hopes that tomorrow morning will come quickly.
