Draco stepped out onto the busy London Street, running his hand through his blonde hair. He glanced up towards the sky and began walking down the street to the nearest alley so he could disapparate home.
"Hello, handsome," slurred a drunken brunette. Her hair was in a messy bun, and on one of her eyes her false eye lashes had half fallen off.
"Evening," Draco replied, nodding his head ever so slightly at the girl to be polite. The girl grinned widely and began walking next to Draco, trying to keep up with his fast pace.
"Come here often?" she asked, tripping up slightly on the curb. Draco stopped and glanced at the girl, one of her high heels had broken along with the strap on her handbag.
"Not really, I'm new to the area. How did you break your shoe?"
"I fell! I'm such a ditzy cluts, but aye, I go against the norm that blondes have more fun," the girl replied giving Draco a drunken wink.
He chuckled lightly and took the heel and bag from the girl along with pulling his wand out,
"Repairo," he whispered. The shoe and bag instantly repaired itself and Draco handed the items back to the gob smacked girl.
"How did you do that?" the girl slurred. Draco simply laughed and disapparated on the spot, he knew that the girl would be too drunk to remember the event in the morning. Even if she did remember, she'd probably just believe she was seeing things due to how drunk she was, that, or her friends would believe it was lies.
Stumbling slightly, Draco still was able to remain his poised posture once he had landed in front of his home. It was a large house hidden by the trees and bushes within OxfordPark.
"Good evening Master Malfoy," smiled Dixie, Draco's house elf. She was small and quaint, with large blue eyes; Draco treated Dixie with a lot more respect compared to what he did Dobby.
"Dixie, did I receive any messages whilst out?" Draco asked while hanging his jacket up.
"Only from a Miss Parkinson, master. She told me to tell you that she is in town and would like to see you, to clear the air?" Draco screwed his hand up into a fist and hit the door nearest to him.
"Never, ever record messages from her again, do you understand me?" Draco shouted, his eyes piercing rage at Dixie.
"Y-Y-Yes, Master Malfoy, sorry M-Master Malfoy," Dixie stuttered in fear, cowering away out of the room.
Draco slumped himself in front of his favourite arm chair in front of the fire, flicking through the Daily Prophet. On the front cover was a wedding picture of Harry and Ginny, Draco smiled slightly to himself before placing the paper down and fiddling with his wand. He glanced at his, now swollen, knuckles from where he had just hit the door with all his force.
"Clear the air? Clear the air? I'd rather allow the Dark Lord himself to return before seeing that pathetic excuse of witch's face ever again," Draco hissed under his breath. He levitated the Daily Prophet and aimed it into the open lit fire, watching it burn slowly in front of him. He released a heavy sigh before slowly shutting his eyes and going to sleep.
"I'm so sorry, Draco, I really wish it could be different. Just, I can't keep living this lie anymore," a girl whispered to Draco, holding his hand tightly, her face was blurred.
"Why are you doing this?" Draco cried, tears prickling his eyes.
"You don't deserve to be hurt, Draco. Please don't make this any harder than it is. I'm leaving and that is final. Don't try to find me; don't even try to remember me. We are already a distant memory, our relationship is no more. I'm so sorry-"
"-You're not sorry!" Draco shouted, pushing the girl away from him, "You are never sorry. You can't leave me? We're getting married; we're going to start off fresh together, live happily ever after. I love you,"
"Draco, you don't mean that-"
"-Yes I do, Pansy! I love you! You're my life, what am I meant to do without you? Pansy, you're having my child, at least stay for the child." The girl's face was instantly recognisable,
"Draco, there is no child!" Pansy screamed, sitting onto a bed, burrowing her face into her hands.
"What?" Draco muttered, kneeling down in front of the girl, whose face was becoming clearer.
"There is no baby, Draco," Pansy sobbed, not looking up at him.
"What do you mean? Did you miscarriage?" Draco whispered ever so gently, placing his hand lightly on top of her knee. Pansy shook her head, not yet raising her head from her hands.
"Did you… abort it?" Draco whispered with a more harsh tone in his voice. Pansy didn't reply, she simply kept her face in her hands, "Pansy, did you abort our baby?" Draco said in an even harsher tone.
"How can you abort something which never existed?" Pansy replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She raised her head from her hands, her eyes bloodshot and filled to the brim with tears.
"What?" Draco hissed, his grip on Pansy's knee tightening.
"Draco, you're-"
"-Explain to me what you mean by 'you can't abort something which never existed', Pansy?" Draco shouted, his eyes glaring with rage. Pansy looked into his eyes and Draco could sense the fear in her body language,
"There was no child. It was a lie. I knew you'd propose if I said I was pregnant, I hoped we'd get married soon and hopefully during the process I'd get pregnant. But, when you started looking at a house where we could start a 'family' and you even bought stuff for the baby, I just couldn't Draco. I just-"
"- Get out," Draco hissed under his breath.
"But where will I go, Dra-"
"-GET OUT!" Draco shouted.
Draco shot his eyes open, the sun shining through the window. He ran his hands over his face, standing up from the arm chair which he was previously asleep in. He walked into the bathroom and threw cold water in his face. His hands were shaking violently and every time Draco blinked all he could see was the heart breaking moment which shattered his life.
"Master, dinner is ready," Dixie spoke in a shaken tone. Draco glanced at Dixie's reflection in the mirror and nodded his head.
A/N- Sorry for the short do you guys think? I know it's not the typical story, but I thought it'd be good to throw in a bit of Draco's back story. Please leave a review :)