Okay... Here's what Draco's saying is the reason forhis andHarrybreak up. A bit short, and a bit stupid. Hey, it's 4Am, can you blame me?
"Draco…"
Saint Potter.
"Draco…"
Scarhead.
"Draco!"
Potter.
"Draco Lucien Malfoy!"
"What?" Draco snapped, turned to face his doorway, nearly falling over himself as he did so. He scowled, kicking away a book that had fallen off of a bookcase before actually taking notice, his scowl deepened. To say that Draco Malfoy was in a good mood would be the understatement of the year. His eyes narrowed on Kathryn, or as she preferred, Katie, his half sister. He rolled his shoulders slightly, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at the sandy haired woman who was leaning against his door frame with her arms at her sides - trying to look innocent of all thing. "Katie," Draco growled lowly, his eyes never leaving his sister. "What are you doing in my room, shouldn't you be watching the twins until their tutor gets here?" He snarled bitterly, causing a passing house elf to scamper by down the hall quickly, Draco only further scowled. Moving from his beside, the man started to pace around his room. "Well?"
It wasn't that Draco was mad at anyone thing, not it was more of the fact that he had been thinking too much, and to hard, and he wasn't getting anywhere with his thoughts.
Katie gave a short laugh before rolling her eyes. Still leaning against the door frame she crossed her arms, watching as the man whom was her half brother paced around his room. This, needless to say, highly amused her. Actually, nearly everything he did amused the girl. "They're with their tutor, you twit. If you'd stop thrashing about you you'd be able to her them in the study. 'Malfoys do not indulge in concepts so frivolous as favorites'. Honestly, you'd think that they were some type of robots, the way they were talking." She said with a small huff, uncrossing her arms. "They give the same response when asked what their favorite foods, clothes, colors, and ever persons are. Honestly…" Katie finished with a shake of her head. Sometimes she was awful glad that she never had a Malfoy tutor, or rather that she wasn't raised in the Malfoy way of life.
Snorting with diverse laughter Draco stalked over to his closest where he had promptly thrown open the door and filed through all of his robes, pants, and everything else there was in there. "Malfoys do not love, Malfoys are not romantic, Malfoys are never sorry, and Malfoys do not indulge in concepts so frivolous as favorites because it is simply the Malfoy way," Draco recited with a slight snarl, remembering all of his lessons he had been given as a child by his father. Of course, he didn't expect Katie to know the Malfoy way of things. She was meant to have been raised as a Lestrange, but they had been hauled off to Azkaban when she was an infant, and she was placed into foster care until her fifth year when she became a Malfoy after the death of Lucius Malfoy. Bloody bird, Draco thought bitterly, glaring at the girl whom he had thought, and come to know as his cousin for four years of his life. She had it easy! Narcissa had just taken the girl in! Bloody bird indeed.
"Yes, well, Malfoys aren't so supposed to do boys either," Katie said lightly, turning her head up a bit, still looking at Draco. A small smirk turning up the corners of her lips slightly. "Or rather, they're not supposed to want or do boys either. Are they?"
Huffing, the man turn away from his closet, slamming it shut. With another huff he leaned heavily against it, crossing his arms over his chest. Ever since his run in with Potter the other day he'd been a little.. Edgy. Even thought it wasn't Potter whom he'd seen first, but his daughter. He wasn't quite sure what hurt more. The fact that Potter had gotten married, or the fact that he had gotten married and had a kid. Probably the latter. An here Draco was. Still single, and still living in the Malfoy Manor with his three sisters, and his mother. Who would have thought that Draco Lucien Malfoy would still be living with his bloody mother at the age of twenty five! Hell, Katie was no better. She was twenty four and still living with all of them as well. Malfoys honestly.
From there Draco's thoughts had wandered to where all of his problems began with Harry, actually, to where it all had started. It was confusing to say the least, his sixth year. Making a long story short on the going on's of Harry and himself becoming a - couple it simply went as followed: Draco got drunk and made out with Harry, Halloween Masque came, and later that night he found himself in the Astronomy Tower with the other boy drinking beer of all things, talking like old pals, a pay back kiss had been issued from Harry, and one thing lead to another. In the end that had been in tower for a little longer than an hour. Draco had slowly begun to develop feelings for the raven haired wonder boy, and began to try to win Harry affection by trying to at least be civil with his friends. However, in the end they had become a couple.
Now, news of this had spread around, and the boys had of course been trying to keep it down, as Draco was the son of a Death Eater, and Harry was The Boy Who Lived. Eventually, Lucius Malfoy found out, and his owned his son one night in Hogsmeade, leaving him for dead in the stormy cold night in one of the back alleyways. Needless to say, Draco had been gutted like a fish, and it was simply luck that he managed to survive. Though no one under stood how exactly he did it - well, besides the fact that the following people had found him; Ron, Hermione, Harry, Lupin, Tonks, Charlie Weasley, his own mother, and lastly Professor Snape, and in that order too. God, sixth year really wasn't his year at all.
Talk about angst.
"Draco, get your arse back to earth!"
"Merlin Katie, didn't know you liked my arse."
"Oh, that's disgusting, Draco!"
"You were the one looking at it."
"Wasn't." Katie groaned, crossing her arms over her chest once more, listening to the sounds of the twins, Patience and Senna reciting the very thing Draco had recited to her just moments ago. Oh, Merlin, he wasn't lying. It really was the Malfoy way to have all the children to be taught the same way. "Honestly Draco, it's no wonder Narcissa still has you seeing that shrink. Quite frankly I don't blame her. Not everyone thinks your arse is the most wonderful thing on the face of the earth." She said, shaking her head, watching as Draco crossed the room now, only to take a seat on the edge of his bed. Katie's eyebrow's shot up instantly. "Are you ever going to tell Duvall why exactly you and Harry broke up?"
"Eventually."
Furrowing her brows, the blonde woman looked at the man on the bed before turning her head up a bit, knowing very well that she was going like the final answer she got. "Are you ever going to tell me?"
"When you ask."
"Why did you and Harry break up?"
"Because of the sex."
"That's all you two ever fought about in seventh year, Draco!" Katie cried, placing a hand to her head. Even though she couldn't see him, she was very sure that Draco was smirking.
"He wanted to be on top."
"Oh for Merlin's sake, you can't be serious!"