He never understood why Lucas seemed to constantly vanish out of his life for days on end. Last time it was explained to him why, but once again he just…disappeared for two more days. No word. No note. Nothing. But, he was back now. Draco had spotted him in the dining hall but he left before he could say anything.
So, He wrote a letter and sent Myron out to send it to him.
I haven’t seen you in awhile. We should meet up at the Astronomy Tower after dinner. I want to hangout. I have something to tell you.
It was short, but it got right to the point. He had a surprise for his boyfriend. He was sick of the drama lately and all the stress, he just wanted to spend time with Lucas. Somewhere quiet where they could be alone.
Right after dinner, Draco went up to his room to feed his beloved feline before heading off to the tower. He shoved his hands in his pockets, smiling lightly and leaning up against the wall to wait for the brunette.
Drinks sounded lovely. Marvelous, even, after the day he spent at his parent’s. He was tired of his father. This was the last straw. He was tolerable before, But never had he done something like this. Draco didn’t even want to go home anymore.
Draco was now adorning a big, bright, purple and blue bruise on his cheek as a result from a fight with his father. Never had his father striked him before. A light slap on the bottom when he was younger, maybe, but nothing that left such a mark on him. He didn’t even bother hiding it. There was no point, someone would see it eventually.
Heading down into Edinburgh, where Pansy agreed to meeting up, the blonde slipped inside the bar and glanced around the room for his friend.
How many relationships had Lucas actually been in? He didn’t even know. What he did know, however, was that he never actually felt something for the other. He went out with the girls he’d gone out with because they asked. Some were very persistent, others were just too hot to turn down. Either way, he never felt that—not to sound too cheesy, but—spark. They threw themselves at him and that was one of the things that turned him off, weird enough.
No, it was different with Draco. He was never opposed to going out with a guy, but he never made it bluntly obvious. Draco was not like the girls he’d gone out with. Thank Merlin for that. He was a cheeky little bastard, but in a good way. He was also hot. That definitely didn’t hurt at all. They’d only gone out on one official date, and their first kiss was ruined by his damn allergies. But he didn’t mind. He liked spending time with the blond. Be it snogging or just talking. Anything was fine him.
That’s why he headed to Draco’s dorm, knocking on the door. He might as well make things official. Hopefully he wouldn’t chicken out at the last minute. Come on, Luke, you can do it.
It was so nice to be free of the hospital wing. To be in his own damn bed instead of those hard, uncomfortable ones. He hadn’t got many visitors, which he really didn’t mind. He didn’t seem to be getting along with many people now a days.
Currently, the Slytherin laid on his bed, alone in his dorm room. His roommates nowhere to be found when he woke up this morning. Malfoy was still donned in his pajama’s, his hair still a right mess. He didn’t have a reason to get dressed, or fix his hair. Today was a reading day, meaning he’d sit in his dorm reading whatever book he picked up from the library earlier in the week. Which happened to be a book on taking care of kittens. He looked over to Pip who was sleeping soundly at his side and smiled.
It was nice to be able to get away from the constant drama that seemed to be latching onto him lately. The arranged marriage had at one point upset him, but now he didn’t think anything of it. There was no point fighting it. He’d end up married to Pansy no matter how hard he tried to break it off.
Running slim fingers through his hair he turned to the door. “Come in.” He called, laying his head back.
It was unfair that he and Draco never got their chance to go out on their second date. The two were finally back on good terms and then this shit happens, causing their date to be put on hold for longer. Luke decided that if they couldn’t go out, then he’d go and visit Draco instead. It had to be pretty boring down in the hospital wing. He was stuck there for a good week back in his first year. Someone’s cat hid itself in his bag. The end results of that incident were not pretty.
Luke changed out of the school robes that he happened to be too lazy to take off before and into something more casual. A t-shirt and jeans. Then he headed down to the hospital wing, taking a few different detours on the way there. He paid a first year to give him all the candies he had, putting them all into a bag and taking them with him to give to Draco. He also passed by a small garden, picking the closest flower to him, again, to give to Draco. A white rose. Perfect.
Stepping into the hospital wing, Luke looked around and spotted Draco on one of the beds. He walked over to him, smiling lightly. “Hey there, Blondie.”
He hated the hospital wing. It was quiet and there was nothing to do. And it seemed to one else got injured lately since he was the only one there. So he couldn’t even complain about how much pain he was in or how dull it was here. Which made everything even more boring.
But, he had Pip. The kitten was some sort of entertainment, although it would be more fun if he had her toys. So he stuck with having the small feline chase his finger or just cuddling with her.
Malfoy laid on his stomach, his cheek rested into the pillow and his finger stroking Pipsqueak’s head lightly. The kitten perked up as Lucas stepped in, letting out a small meow. The blond pushed himself up, smiling lightly over to him. “Hi.” He motioned over to a potion on the table. “Mel made that for you….in case you came and didn’t know Pip would be here.” The Slythein pulled the kitten onto his lap, looking over what Lucas had in his hands. “Is that for me?”
He shouldn’t get all dressed up, right?…It was just a picnic. No reason to wear a button up or anything. It would look like he was trying to hard. But he didn’t want to underdress and look like he didn’t care. Fuck. Draco was so bad at dates. Go on and ask Ginny, he was awkward and it was almost painful to watch. He didn’t know what was acceptable on dates and what wasn’t, he was clueless. But he wanted this one to go well!
Finally, he decided on a grey T-shirt and black trousers. Good enough. He kept his distance from the kitten, who he decided to name Pip (Short for Pipsqueak), to make sure her fur did not get all over him. But the kitten insisted attention from her new favorite human and meowed until Blaise threw a pillow at Draco and ordered him to shut the cat up before he did. Which made Draco pick the kitten up protectively and snuggle it until she was satisfied and fell asleep in his arms.
Setting Pip down, he made sure she did not wake before changing his shirt to one that was free of feline fur. He didn’t want Lucas sneezing the entire time. No, that would be bad.
Malfoy looked down at his watch, sucked in a breath and headed for the Astronomy tower where Lucas said to meet up. And as expected, Draco was the first one there. He leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for the brunette male.
What the bloody hell is he doing in there!? Pansy scream internally as she lent casually against the cold stone wall of the Castle, her healed foot tapping annoyingly as she eyed the large oak door that lead into the first floors boys loo. She had been standing outside there for what seemed like ages and although she did her best to keep her cool, it was slowly becoming apparent she was not at all happy about standing there, like a total ninny, outside the boys bathroom.
Minutes before Pansy had spotted the recognizable sheen of golden blonde hair and had followed it, wanting to talk to Draco. She had tried to call out to him, but unfortunately for her at the time Pansy had gotten lost in the thick mass of students coming and going to class. She was almost positive he hadn’t noticed her, chasing him through the halls, shouting out his name in the most unlady like sort of ways, trying desperately to get his attention.
She had followed him thus fair, to the spot she was in now, having watched him tuck into the room in her eye line before she could get to him, and that had seemed to have been ages ago. Of course a lot of that had to do with the fact that Pansy was a terribly impatient person and did not like waiting. And she especially didn’t like the odd and inquisitive looks given to her by her fellow classmates as they walked by, snickering under their breath over what she might be doing there, loitering outside a loo.
Her cause wasn’t anything of too importance, all she wanted to do was skive off her next class. Divinations wasn’t her favorite subject in the world. Easy yes, but still very boring. She had wanted to have a little fun for a change and who better to do so then with Draco? Besides, Pansy had come to the conclusion that she had to get to the bottom of whatever it was going on between them.
Huffing annoyingly Pansy pushed herself off the wall and began pacing back and forth. If he wasn’t out in two minutes she was going in after him, because standing outside in the hall was bound to cause suspicion. Besides, classes were about to start and the last thing Pansy wanted was to get a detention. If she was going to skip class (and with Draco) she needed to get out of the halls. And she would be damned if she spent the next period inside a Boys Loo.
He better get out soon!
Today was already just tiring. Drama was eating him away lately. He’d love to just live one year drama free, really. But apparently fate, or whatever, didn’t want him to ever be happy. Stressed Draco was not a happy Draco.
Draco moved into the boy’s bathroom, splashing water in his face to wake him up. He only had a few more classes left and he could sleep. Sleep sounded amazing. Breathing a sigh, Malfoy moved over to lean against the wall. He was half tempted to just stay here for the rest of the period, or just sneak to his dorm and miss the rest of his classes there.
Finally deciding both of those options weren’t the best, he took a few steps out f the bathroom and spotting Pansy. “Pansy?…Are you waiting for me?” He questioned, moving over to her. “Could of just called for me or something. I would of came out.”
Hollow. Empty. Void. Everything felt desolate, incomplete. Blaise felt… he felt too many emotions that he had always taught were useless. His mother had raised him to be strong, and being strong required being cold and aloof… and look where that had gotten him. He said all of the right things, the things he had been taught. He never went against an order. He never stepped out of line. Blaise believed that he had done everything perfectly! So, then, why was he sitting in his bed, staring at the ceiling with the curtains drawn around the four posters of his bed as he tried to focus on anything but the reality surrounding him? Why was his world falling apart? It wasn’t fucking fair! It wasn’t what was supposed to happen! He loved Draco Malfoy and this wasn’t right.
Heart racing. Blood pressure rising. A deafening pounding in his head. It was a distraction. It was an escape from the fact that Draco hated him; that Draco was leaving him. Blaise wasn’t sure when he started feeling this undeniable love for his best friend, but it was there and it was impossible to ignore and the dark skinned Slytherin felt as if every fucking person in the castle could hear his tell tale heart. But Draco always chose to ignore everything Blaise Zabini did, didn’t he? Blaise felt like he did. The Slytherin had lost all will, all masks, façades, all life the minute Draco said he wished that he would die. Words had never cut so deeply. He had felt pierced to his very core. Now here he was denying like a child what he knew to be true: Draco was going to leave and never come back.
With nothing left to lose, Blaise felt as if he also had nothing to gain. He had one true friend left. He pushed everyone so far that he didn’t know how to communicate normally. He couldn’t make friends and have relationships. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was just like his mother. Blaise needed Draco. Draco was his guidance, his best friend, his everything. He couldn’t let Draco go, but he was stubborn. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t try, but what a weak attempt he gave. Calling out softly, not moving from his bed, “Draco… Draco please don’t go. I can’t do this without you. I can’t change without you. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I promise. I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please! You don’t have to love me, I’m not asking you to - just … just please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.”
He needed to leave. To get out of this dorm room and stay somewhere else. The boathouse was his only option. That place had become almost a second home for him, the place he went whenever the drama was just too much for the Malfoy. He needed to properly thank Mel one day for letting him practically live there. Maybe take her out for a nice dinner….
Shoving enough clothes he believed he’d need while he was gone, the Slytherin let out a deep breath. He was fuming. He felt so ridiculous that he was packing up and leaving his own damn room. But he couldn’t be around Blaise. He just couldn’t. Blaise had no right to start a fight over something so..so fucking stupid. So what? He didn’t tell the other a few things. Blaise didn’t own him. He didn’t need to know everything about him. He was never around anyway, so it didn’t matter.
But, of course, Blaise happened to be in the room as he packed. And he was awake. He was listening to Draco pack. He knew he was. And when he heard the other’s words that were barley whispered, he move over and ripped the curtains away from the bed and glared at him. “Instead of mumbling to yourself what you want to say to me, Say it to my face and stop being a fucking pussy.” He gripped tightly onto the cloth, his knuckles whitening and threatening to rip the curtains right off Blaise’s bed in pure aggravation.
Ginny sat in the back corner of the library, in an empty table, surrounded by a mound of Transfiguration books. Her head was pounding and she felt like death all over, but she had a huge assignment due on Monday morning and with the Gryffindor | Ravenclaw match the following evening she knew this was the only time she would be able to get it done. She shouldn’t have drank last night, or , she shouldn’t have drank as much as she had. Never, in all her life had she felt so hung over. Even a few Pepper-up Potions didn’t seem to do anything, and that always worked!
Her head rested on her left hand as her eyes tried to focus on the text book that was opened up in front of her, but she was having a hard time concentrating. Flashes of the pervious night events kept creeping back into her mind. Draco, the conversation they had, the fact that she had told him she loved him! She groaned and closed the book shut with a loud snap and flopped her head down upon it’s worn surface, groaning at her own stupidity. She was so embarrassed over her actions and words. She had acted like a complete nut. One of those crazy girls that chased after boys and proclaimed their love for them. Why was she like this? Ginny had thought she had grown out of her obsessive behavior years ago, but it seemed the drink brought it back in full force. Curling her arms on top the book and around her head she closed her eyes and just sat there, thinking over what a complete and total ass she was.
He had been trying not to think about it. It was just some drunken babbling and nothing more, was what he said to himself. Ginny didn’t love him. No. Pft. That thought was almost funny to him. If she did love him there was so many things she wouldn’t of done, so many things she wouldn’t of said. You don’t tell someone you love that you wished they were dead. The stress about the arranged marriage was still eating at him. He knew who he was marrying and it wasn’t as scary as all the other options…but now he had….Ginny to worry about.
And it’s not like they would get back together, right? They can’t now…Draco and Pansy were engaged…would that be considered cheating if he dated Ginny? Of course it would be one or two years before he’d be waiting for Pansy to walk down that aisle…but still. So. much. stress. On a list of things a nineteen year old should be worrying about, marriage is not one of them.
Malfoy made his way into the library. Studying would take his mind off things. Although fate, Merlin, God, or whatever the fuck it was had a cruel sense of humor. For one of the sources of that stress that was eating him alive was sitting right at the table of the library. “….Perfect…” He mumbled.
It had been a few days since their time at the lake and Draco hadn’t seen Ginny since. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not, but he sure did enjoy having a bit of drama out of his life.
Constant letters had been sent home to his mother and father, pleading to know who his wife-to-be was and he got no reply. Only from his mother with an apology. He was sick of stressing about all of this…so he decided to calm himself down a trip to Honeydukes would be a good idea. Some of his favorite candies and a night alone sounded nice.
He was only in the store for a few minutes; plucking candy off the shelf and carrying it over to the register to pay. Once everything was bagged he headed out and down the path back to Hogwarts.
Ginny sat at her favorite spot by the lake, a small hidden patch of earth hidden behind two overgrown berry bushes. She has discovered it in her first year, during those dark hours where she thought she was going mad. It had been her refuge then as it was now, for no one knew of it, except a handful of people she trusted, and she always knew it would be there for her. Quiet and serene, it was truly a place she could call her own.
She laid on her back, looking up at the pink and purple sky as the sun fell for the night. The lake water lapped at the shore, and she could smell fresh spring roses in the air. Ginny sighed happily, letting her mind wander into thoughts of a pleasing nature. She kicked off her shoes and socks, letting her naked toes dig into the lush grass below. It was simply impossible to be upset surrounded by such beauty she thought to herself as she took a deep inhale of the sweet air around her. This was why she visited her sweet spot - as she called it - for moments like these. After the week she had had, Ginny found she needed to clear her mind and what better place to do so then surrounded by nature and the calm of the beautiful lake.
It was one of those days again. One of those days when Draco just…wanted to get away from everyone and spend time alone with his thoughts. It was impossible to get any peace and quiet when you share a dorm with Blaise Zabini. And also the common room is always packed. Never any quiet. And he needed it. He really did. He needed time to think about all the shit going on with his life right now. This arranged marriage was stressing him out…and he didn’t even know who it was yet. His mother hadn’t found out and his father still barked at him every time he asked for even a hint.
Malfoy stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way to the lake. He liked the lake at this time of day. No one was ever around and it was always almost completely silent. Draco moved over, seating himself on a rock right near the shore as he looked out across the lake. He needed to clear his mind…