Draco sighed as he entered his flat. It looked warm and inviting at first
glance, but for Draco it always felt cold and bare, like it was missing
something. There was a desk tucked away in the corner of his living area
piled up with books and papers he received from his students. A computer
also sat on his desk, but it was hidden beneath the papers he had failed to
grade. Near the desk was a bookshelf filled with books by muggle authors,
he had hidden away all of the books he had collected as a member of the
wizarding world. While the room looked cozy with its overpiled desk and
comfortable furniture there was nothing sentimental anywhere, no pictures
of family or friends, no posters hanging on the wall showing the owner's
interest. Nothing, except a small photo that sat on the end table near the
couch. The picture sat in a silver frame and the photo showed two boys,
one with emerald green eyes and raven hair, the other with silver hair and
grey eyes. They had their arms around each other and they were laughing
and smiling.
As he closed the door he noticed a note that had been shoved under his door.
Mr. Malfoy,
Please refrain from using the lift this evening. There is a new tenant moving into the building, and I assured him that the lift would be at his disposal this evening while he moved his belongings in. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you.
Sincerely, Mr. Maguire
Draco let out another frustrated sigh, he lived on the 5th floor and he did not fancy having to walk up the stairs after he returned home from dinner. He never cooked, he always ate dinner at the same small café just around the corner from his flat. He was never really hungry, but he needed to eat to sustain himself. Apparently tonight he would immediately be working off the little food that he consumed.
He put down his briefcase and fished out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He stepped out onto the balcony, lit his cigarette and let his mind wander. He wondered what Harry was doing, how he was doing. Was he happy? Sad? And most importantly, had he fallen in love again and forgotten about him?
His thoughts also wondered to the other two thirds of the Hogwarts wonder trio. He was curious to know if Ron and Hermione had ever finally admitted their feelings for each other, and what exactly they had chosen to do after the war was over. Secretly he hoped that Ron and Hermione had woken up and realized how important they were to each other. He more than anyone knew the pain of losing someone you loved because you were too foolish and weak to realize what was staring you in the face. No one should ever have to suffer that, except for him. He deserved to suffer, and he was.
As he closed the door he noticed a note that had been shoved under his door.
Mr. Malfoy,
Please refrain from using the lift this evening. There is a new tenant moving into the building, and I assured him that the lift would be at his disposal this evening while he moved his belongings in. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you.
Sincerely, Mr. Maguire
Draco let out another frustrated sigh, he lived on the 5th floor and he did not fancy having to walk up the stairs after he returned home from dinner. He never cooked, he always ate dinner at the same small café just around the corner from his flat. He was never really hungry, but he needed to eat to sustain himself. Apparently tonight he would immediately be working off the little food that he consumed.
He put down his briefcase and fished out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He stepped out onto the balcony, lit his cigarette and let his mind wander. He wondered what Harry was doing, how he was doing. Was he happy? Sad? And most importantly, had he fallen in love again and forgotten about him?
His thoughts also wondered to the other two thirds of the Hogwarts wonder trio. He was curious to know if Ron and Hermione had ever finally admitted their feelings for each other, and what exactly they had chosen to do after the war was over. Secretly he hoped that Ron and Hermione had woken up and realized how important they were to each other. He more than anyone knew the pain of losing someone you loved because you were too foolish and weak to realize what was staring you in the face. No one should ever have to suffer that, except for him. He deserved to suffer, and he was.