Word Count: 198
Challenge/Competition: 100 pairings challenge
Prompts: Home
Warnings: Light depictions of alcohol abuse
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter, it's all JKR's.
Draco/Astoria – broken glass, blurry memories, empty bottle
"Come on, let's go home," she says tightly as he opens his eyes, holding onto him in a firm grasp as he wobbles.
"I don't have to do everything you say!" And he's not sure where the rage comes from (it's the alcohol, the alcohol), but he shoves her away and she stumbles.
"Mate, listen to her – you're looking pretty unsteady." A younger man with sympathetic brown eyes pops up.
"Come on…" She smiles in a forced way, her features looking hideously sharp.
"Fuck off!"
"Woah woah, don't talk to your lady like that…" Another man comes over now, too.
Everything kind of slips into one – the memory of what he does is blurred, the cracks being filled by black. It's bad though, he knows (the alcohol, blame it on the alcohol).
As he regains conscious, little stabbing pains gnaw at him in his hands so he raises them to his face and glass – so much glass, filling his bloody hands with little shards, so shattered.
Maybe the blackouts are for the best (so he can keep drowning his sorrows) he'll make his way home to Astoria soon, apologize, buy her a book or maybe even a library, this time.