Nothing belongs to me.
X: Anger
Astoria Malfoy had never seen her husband look so angry in the entirety of their five year marriage.
It was a miracle Scorpius hadn't been awoken by his father's screams of rage. She would put up silencing charms though, just to be sure.
Astoria's attempts to calm Draco had ended shortly after she received a cut from the vase he had thrown.
If he wanted to destroy his office, okay. Fine, then. She didn't care. After all, it could be fixed, just like the vase had been, with a flick of a wand. Any injuries obtained could be healed.
And she didn't blame him one bit for throwing the vase. It probably was the firewhiskey acting. He probably didn't mean to throw it. He probably didn't think it would even hit her…she certainly didn't.
She was wrong about the vase.
Draco had meant to hit her; he was hoping for it, actually. He did regret it, but just a little.
All she did was nag and whine. Couldn't leave him alone for a minute, could she? Thank Merlin, though, she wasn't Pansy.
If his wife had been right about anything, it was about the office.
With or without his wand, Draco had ravaged the place, smashing, kicking, tearing, and punching.
Now, he sat at his desk, wondering where all this blood had come from. His eyes flickered to the smashed family portrait. Ignoring photo Astoria's wails, he turned to the Daily Prophet article that had been the source of his anger.
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, Engaged!
Draco yearned for the familiar burn of firewhiskey, but even that couldn't distract him from the anguish that now swelled within him.
Tears clouded his vision as he looked down at the photo of the two people he hated the most: the girl he once loved and the boy who had taken her from him.