SUMMARY: Draco couldn't think of a more pathetic way to be spending Valentine's Day than suffering through a blind date. Okay, perhaps there were worse ways — spending it alone, fist-deep in a box of discount chocolates, for one — but for Draco, this was an all-time low. Especially after coming so close to having something real and permanent the year before.
Not that he was thinking about that any longer….
It's been nine months since Draco Malfoy broke things off with Harry Potter, which is certainly long enough to move on, right? But in order to do so, he'd have to actually want to get over Potter and what they used to have.
This work is a sequel to the fic Herbology | Cultivated Comfort. It is suggested that they be read in order for maximum enjoyment.
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Intoxication | Comfort Rekindled
by JessicaDoom
excerpt from Part One
Draco couldn't think of a more pathetic way to be spending Valentine's Day than suffering through a blind date. Okay, perhaps there were worse ways — spending it alone, fist-deep in a box of discount chocolates, for one — but for Draco, this was an all-time low. Especially after coming so close to having something real and permanent the year before.
Not that he was thinking about that any longer….
He was moving on, and it was about damn time. He'd discovered Potter had already done so over five months ago, which had only set Draco backwards in his own recovery. However, the time for wallowing and moping about was over. It was time to try again.
"You look great."
Startled to remember he wasn't alone, Draco nervously raked his hair back from his face and met his roommate's gaze in the mirror. With a simple shift of his shoulders, he transformed before their eyes from a nervous wreck into his most favoured, confident façade. It truly was remarkable how adept he was at hiding his truth. "Darling, don't I always?"
Astoria rolled her eyes and shoved at his shoulder. "Just yesterday you were walking around the flat in your pants while elbow deep in a pack of crisps."
"And I looked great while doing it." Draco grinned at their reflections before swiftly turning and blowing out the rest of his anxiety on a rushed breath of air. "Do I really look okay, though?"
He'd opted for a slightly casual look — dark wash jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt, and the floral blazer he'd fallen in love with through a vintage shop window. But now that the outfit was on and matched with his nicest black loafers, his whole image felt wrong. The navy of the blazer washed him out even more than usual, and he didn't like how dull his usually-silver eyes looked in contrast to the pop of the pink and yellow flowers. Draco wanted to present a good first impression, hyperaware of how he was still perceived in certain circles. And he so badly wanted this to go well.
He just wanted to move on already.
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