"Damn it, Draco!" His father proclaimed, "How many times must I tell you to stay out of my liquor cabinet!" Luscious smacked him with his cane, straight across the cheek.
He sneered at his father's demand. "If you were so worried about it put a hex on it already then, you dumb oaf." Storming out of the house, Draco left his greatest curse and most essential tool, his wand. He didn't even care anymore; why should he? He'd been a damn fool, an idiot, wasting his days with drink and pithy things. His so called mates had come to call on him a few times without much luck, and seeing how deep a funk he was in, let him be.
Pansy had been there too, to remind him and his parents of their long ago agreement of a union of their two families. With His blessing of course. Voldemort thought it was a great idea.
"We shall bring in a new era and new breed of pure bloods. Draco, you shall be the first to bless us with this gift."
He shuddered. There was no way he was going to be a father. At the moment all he could feel was rage. What kind of father would he be? Like his own perhaps.
"I'd be a blundering idiot," he mumbled to himself. Then he let out a sharp laugh just before he disapparated.
Normally Draco was not one much for the coast line, but lately he'd felt a pull there. Just standing near the water of the Norwegian Sea calmed him. The water lapping gently on the rocky shore brought him a peace he had not felt in a very long time. But still he felt lost.
He was still a coward. He knew that. There was no doubt about it. He'd been avoiding her, resisting his urge to see her again, plead for forgiveness. He was weak, and afraid.
"It just can't work." He'd been telling himself that since the last time he'd seen her. Thinking deeply about it, there was actually quite a lot of truth in that statement. She was a mud blood and he was tracked always, anywhere he went. There was never a moment when he couldn't be summound or found by those who would harm her.
He shouldn't. He'd obeyed her wish for so long. What he needed to do now was move on. But she was the only thing on his mind. And he was sure he was the last thing on hers.