Chapter 25 – He is, after all, a Slytherin
Draco was livid. Chucking his robes on a chair once he entered his private room at the Manor, he cursed his bad luck. After waking up the morning after Granger's rather confusing visit, everything went downhill. Going to work with a massive hangover had proven to be a bad decision, just because he had no hangover potion stocked. He hadn't needed it in years, so why keep it at hand, the last one had gone to seed. At work, his second in command had told him about a cooperation between his two biggest competitors. Since then he had tried to keep it from happening and cursing himself for staring his own company. He had never been able to play professional Quidditch, which had made him decided to develop way to make it an even more outstanding sport. New brooms, kits and other stuff that could be enchanted or enhanced with spells and potions, name it, he tried inventing it. Knowing better than to name a business after himself, Ilmatar Enterprise Ltd. had done well up to now. The start had been rocky because everyone eyed the Malfoys with suspicion after the war. Now he had more than thirty wizards and witches working for him. They were depending on him to keep their jobs safe, and therefore, he needed to have the best stuff to reasonable prices. On that account, the cooperation had been a thorn in his side since it was announced. Normally he could come and go as he liked, deciding his own working hours, but for a week now he was at work nonstop. He needed something new, something better and he needed it soon.
The highlight of his day, in every bad way there was, and what had made him livid was something different, though. It had been a letter from his mother, who had concluded to move to France with his father, after Scorpius had entered Hogwarts. They had decided to come back for a holiday over winter break. His mother told him she wanted to see him and Scorpius occasionally, and since they wouldn't come to France she had made sure they had a portkey for the 23th of December. Draco was dead against it, but that wasn't something he could tell his own mother.
Knowing how much his son hated the stiff Malfoy celebrations, he had decided to kill the tradition years ago, but with his parents coming over there would be no way around it. This year his relationship with Scorpius was strained enough already and he didn't even want to think about how his son would react to the news. He just hopped he would still come home, but they both knew with Lucius Malfoy in attendance there was no other way.
Draco wouldn't say that his son hated his grandfather, but they would never be close. Lucius always made sure to let Draco know that he didn't agree with his parenting. Scorpius felt unsure around his strict grandfather and mostly got scolded for behaving like a kid when he was small. Draco's arguments to let his son have a normal childhood with getting dirty and playing pranks like other kids had met his father's believes in a strict pureblood upbringing of the next Malfoy heir. It had been the one time Draco had told his father to get lost. To say Lucius Malfoy had been furious would be the understatement of the century. They hadn't even looked at each other for weeks. Hadn't his mother put down her foot they would still glare at each other, but bless his mother for she was his father's solely weakness and knew how to use it.
A deep pain resurfaced when he thought about his son. The boy had closed down and isolated himself since his mother's death. He hadn't seen a carefree laugh or smile in years and he hated Harry Potter for denying him any help. Only his son Albus kept Scorpius going on some days, and it was something Draco was grateful for. To have a best friend at your side, no matter what, was something he missed since Astoria's death. He missed her, talking to her about their son, about his troubles. It had always helped.
Remembering Scorpius standing by Hermione's side after his latest escapades with Albus he smiled. Maybe that woman would be able to help getting his son out of his shell. Now he only needed to know how to handle her. Until recently, she had only been Potter's sidekick and Weasley's wife in his eyes, he hadn't allowed himself to see her any other way.
Since she had left him that evening, he had been waiting for a letter from her. He still hadn't gotten one, but he was nothing if not patient. He could wait until she made her next step, because from what he remembered of their night together she wouldn't be able to stay away.
He could still see her ridding him, grinding her hips against his. He had never known she could be so dominant during sex, but he had enjoyed it in a dark kind of way. Her voice had been husky and he still remembered her hushed "I love you Draco!" from when she had exploded around him. Her breast had brushed against him when she had whispered it to his ear. Feeling her tighten around him and her words at the same time had made him explode right along with her. It had been in the middle of the night and the buzz from the alcohol hadn't been as strong as the first time they had sex that evening. That once was rather hazy in his memories. No, it was that second time that had stayed with him. After years of chastity, he hadn't known he was still capable of cumming that hard, and even twice in one night. He still loved his wife dearly, but that one night had awakened a long lost longing again. He could stay strong alone, but now he yearned for someone to stand by his side again. Someone with curly brown hair and amber eyes looking at him as if he was her whole world. He groaned when he noticed how soppy he got over a woman. Just because she had shown him affection and devotion for one night, to leave him in the middle of it.
Sitting on his bed, he messed up his perfect hair with his hands and went to undress. Thinking about it made him hard, which didn't help his current messed up situation the slightest. He would lay low and wait, it was the least risky path to take. At his core, he was a Slytherin after all.
Draco was really easy to write. I know he's an idiot and a bully in the books but I want to believe that he matured and that since the war 18 years ago he got over the indoctrination of his father.
Rowling once said that Draco was foremost a coward and I think he just can't get over himself. Since reading HP and the cursed child we all know he likes it bossy, but I don't think he would ever risk rejection and do the first step. Any opinions if I got it across right? I would love to know if you like his character like this.