It has been way too long and this is way over due. I've got the rest of Draco's half planned out. Only if I can get myself to write.

Draco

"Philius, what are you doing here?" I asked, entering the room.

"Visiting my daughter and soon to be son-in-law." He smiled slightly at me.

I nodded and went to sit with Astoria. The man did have a habit of just showing up, but he never came for just a visit. Something was up, and probably a topic I did not want to talk about.

"We were talking about the wedding, since your parents can no longer help…" Astoria trailed off.

There was a familiar pang in my heart. Whenever someone mentioned by parents, I wanted to go back to the drugs and the drinking. For some odd reason it filled a void in my heart. I swallowed and ran a hand through my hair. I couldn't fall for the trap I set up for myself. Not after what had happened to my mother because of me.

"Are you ready for the wedding, Draco?" Philius asked and I looked up at him.

"Er, yeah. Really excited," I lied and looked back to the floor. How could I be ready for something I was so against? No one really knew how I felt with her.

The two continued talking and I tuned them out. After about an hour, I decided that I'd had enough, and left the room. I went to the bedroom, grabbing the addicting book and going down to the parlor. It made me slightly upset that it was almost over. I had grown to really like the book.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

I closed the book and took it back to the library; passing the room Astoria and her father were in. They were still talking adamantly. She was telling him what it was like for her to have to live her. Sounded positive, but I wasn't paying too much attention to this conversation. He'd probably be here for a while. I sighed and walked back to the parlor. After pouring myself a drink, I sank into a chair by the large fireplace and sipped the firewhiskey. I felt warm with the whiskey going down my throat smoothly and the fire blazing.

A life with a forced marriage was not something I wanted. Astoria was a nice girl, but she wasn't the kind of woman I wanted. My life would be a bore, undoubtedly. Astoria wasn't the one to bicker over small things. Personally, I think that a couple should bicker over who's right and who's wrong, or dirty dishes in the sink. Astoria just cleaned up and always left if I tried to defend myself as right. We barely ever had a conversation outside of the dining room as well. An exchange of good nights before bed, and good morning sometimes, but that was it. I couldn't just run off every day and leave her alone. I could, but it would be rude. She probably wants this marriage as much as I do, and that was not at all. It's more than likely a money thing her father had set up, and a reputation from mine.

She'd be a bad mother. She wouldn't yell if the kids did something wrong, and she'd just clean up after them. They'd only learn after me and I wasn't the best role model, with my past of drugs and alcohol. I was the reason my mother died after all, but I was sure I would be good at discipline. Even with the love in the manor, my father was still a strong believer in discipline.

What if the child found out about my history, though? Would it no longer trust me, or even want to be around me? That was nothing to worry about anyway. Astoria wasn't pregnant. We weren't having children anytime soon, and that was a good thing. After that, I did my best to try and clear my mind of the thought of babies. It wasn't as easy as I thought, though. I kept thinking about what we would do when he had children and how Astoria would handle this, and how I would handle it.

But this was nothing to worry about.

For a while after that I did my best to try and distract myself from the thoughts of children, or even the wedding. After a few hours, Philius was finally gone. He had left after a small lunch and his goodbyes. Astoria wanted to spend time with me, but I was not in the mood to be with anyone. Especially the way I knew she wanted me to spend time with her. She didn't want to talk, or just cuddle. No, things were physical with her. And every time, I just felt like a gross old man touching her. Some days, I have no complaints, but other times, it would be much better if we had space, just for now at least. I needed to be left with my thoughts.

I was sure before bed or the next morning I could make up for it. Like any other time I wasn't in the mood. For a couple more hours, I remained around the manor, just thinking over my life and what I should do with it. I decided that I would go to visit Blaise around four in the afternoon. I was sure that being with him would take my mind off things. He'd more than likely end up making me go to some kind of club and get wasted, but I would refuse to drink. I couldn't relapse. I had to stay clean. He should have been home, and when I flooed over, he was.

Blaise looked up from the magazine he had been flipping through. I leaned over to see what it was, but didn't get a good look. Blaise looked shocked to see me at first, but there were no questions asked.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked, his brows furrowed. I never showed up unexpectedly. He could've had a girl over for all I knew.

I just shook my head. There was no time for formalities. "Let's go out."