s oh hey, iâm writing for my baby dracoÂ
i feel like this is so short but i tried and i havenât touched this site in a while!
but this for 1k, taking it back to my roots <3 this might be translated to an IT character but for now, itâs for my boy draco
song this is based on:Â changes by xxxtentacion (i do recommend listening to the song while you read this)
sometimes, things just donât work out how you want them to and thatâs totally okay. but itâs the times when you are emotionally exhausted from giving your all and more to someone and end up not getting it back.Â
you never thought youâd be going through that exact same feeling, at least not at this point in your life. especially not with him. it couldâve been anyone but him.
it was a year after the war and everybody you knew was still recovering from their losses. families and friends mourned for their loved ones struck down by the horrors that happened during the war. you, yourself were barely recovering from the fact that your best friend was killed by a rogue killing spell.
through this time, everyone had someone to lean on, someone that shared their pain and was willing to be in pain and recover together. for you, that was your boyfriend of three years, draco malfoy.
you craved the sense of comfort he seemed to radiate before the war but now that youâre living in the aftermath, he seems to be straying farther and farther away. when it started, you thought about it and understood; draco was never one to open up on his feelings or let others in and you let it happen for the next half a year or so. but at least he was still in your sight.
after that, youâd barely see him. in the day, he was out re-building his empire and then at night, he was out doing merlin knows what. some nights, while you were laying alone in your bed, youâd look at your trunk, going back and forth on the idea of throwing everything in there but you fell asleep before you came to a solid conclusion.
the thing that kept you going was that you always woke up in his arms, pulled into his chest. that was the one thing that made you think that he was still there for you. but, even with that, everything else was still happening in a heartbreaking cycle. you donât understand it and your heart canât take all of it, especially after something as terrible as the war.
but itâs what happened on that one night that really put a nail in your heart.
you heard the front door to your flat creak open and close. you sit up from bed, throwing your hair into a quick bun before staggering out the room, flicking the lights on. caught in the middle of the living room was a disheveled draco: tie undone, shirt messily buttoned, hair sticking up in random places and the smell of alcohol and womenâs perfume reeking from his body.
âdraco?â you murmured, your voice hoarse from not using it all night. âitâs almost 3 oâclock, why are you barely home?â
âi got caught up at the, the uh- the- the office!â he blabbered, his words almost incoherent. the fact that he had the audacity to lie to your face was so blood boiling and it took you all you had to not throw something at him.
âoh really? whatâs on your neck?â you ask, eyeing the darkening mark on his neck, almost at his collarbone. you would tear up at the sight but your anger was washing over everything else. his hand flew up to the mark and he rubbed it, as if it would go away like a pencil mark.
ânothing, i got something thrown at me,â he mumbled. âit doesnât matter, just go to bed and iâll be there soon.â
you groaned and ran your hand down your face. âno draco, go to bed by yourself.â
draco looked at you with an irritated look like you were the one who did something wrong. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âit means youâll sleep alone tonight. iâm done with you,â you seethed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. âmaybe every night after this.â
ây/n, you canât sleep on the couch,â draco scoffed in the most matter-of-fact tone youâve ever heard. âiâll stay there since your being so overdramatic about this.â
âoverdramatic? overdramatic?!â you fumed, stepping closer to him. âiâm being overdramatic? well letâs see why!â
you rip open the front of his shirt, seeing the buttons fly everywhere and the sight you're greeted with confirmed everything youâve been suspecting. tears rise up in your eyes and you bite your lip, trying to keep them in.
âb-baby, i-itâs not what it l-looks like,â he stammered, trying to cover the dark red lipstick marks scattered across his torso. ây/n-â
âno draco, i think itâs exactly what it looks like,â you breathed out, your arms dropping to your sides in utter disappointment and hurt. âi donât even know who you are anymore.â
you turn on your heel and walked to the bedroom where you flung the top of your trunk open, throwing in items you knew that was yours. clothes went in but you left dracoâs shirts out, throwing them on the floor. jewelry went in, except the set draco got you on your birthday, that went flying across the room. shoes and toiletries went in, too. anything that was truly yours all went into the trunk, closing it when you were done.Â
you grab the trunk and slid on your shoes, storming out the bedroom and towards the front door. when you turned the corner, you saw draco standing in front of it, blocking your way out.
âwhere are you going?â he asked in perfect enunciation, having sobering up the minute tears sprung into your eyes minutes ago.Â
âaway,â you sighed, gripping your trunk harder. you already new that there was bound to be a mark there later.
âdarling...â he walked up to you, wiping the tears you didnât even notice were there, away.
âdraco, stop,â you whispered, your voice cracking. âdonât make this harder than it already is.â
âthen stay if itâs so hard,â he whispered back, resting his forehead on yours. âstay with me.â
âi canât,â you wept, swallowing the lump that kept coming back up your throat. âi canât stay with somebody who canât even stay two hours with me.
âi canât stay with someone who changed from a loving, sweet, and caring person to someone that goes out at night, drinks his sorrows away and fucks around with some slags when he has someone who gives her heart and soul to be with him and stay through the shit he does even when sheâs dealing with fucked up shit herself.
i canât stay with a man who doesnât realize any of this and pretends we can fix it after a year of this bullshit.Â
âi canât stay with you, draco malfoy.â
draco had your face in his palms, looking into your tear-filled eyes with his own and he could see the shattered person behind them. the mark he left from his stupidity and naĂŻveness. you saw a tear fall from his blue-grey eyes and you closed your own, not wanting to sucker back into his grasp.
you pull away from him, the warmth quickly leaving your cheeks, being replaced with the burning hot tears streaming down your face. you grab your wand and shakily held it up, preparing for your apparition.Â
dracoâs face seemed to plead with you. pleading you to stay with him.Â
you looked straight into his eyes, your lips quivering and the tears falling down in a more rapid speed. all the memories you had with him were slowly being thrown away as you hoped to leave them all in the flat. kiling two birds with one stone.Â
keeping your gaze, you step away, giving yourself enough space to pop out of there.