***I know it's been a while. I'm really sorry. Not having a computer is a small problem it seems. I'll try to update quicker next time.***
He groaned inwardly hating himself for being here. Instead of spending a normal Friday night sulking at home miserable he gets to do it out and with company. If she can be deemed company. Why Harrison of all people thought he would be compatible with a flirty and cheap blonde is beyond him. She laughs at every minute comment and touches his arm constantly. As if he needs another enamored fan.
After becoming the "hero" of the Dark War he's developed more groupies than he thought humanly possible. They throw themselves at his feet and offer him unholy things. As if he would want to do that. His body can't even bend that way!
So that leaves him here lost in his mind imaging things he can't have. Well, not like he wants them. Sitting next to him would be Andy and Breck and across from him Virginia. It would be a family dinner and not a date with guaranteed casual sex at the end. Who knows how many brooms the blonde has already ridden?
"Draco?" Time to come back to harsh reality. Forcing a smile he pretending he had been there with her the whole time.
"Missy," he guessed.
It was the wrong answer. Her nose scrunched up and her collagen lips pouted. An urge to roll his eyes was nearly killing him. She looked like a seven year old turned down and on the verge of throwing a fit. If she didn't look so upset it would have been a laughable situation.
"It's Misty."
Of course! He should have known that. All the flirty flaky women he's come into contact with have sickly sweet names. Misty…Brandy…Mandy…Kathy and the list goes on. He should have known it too. She came to his office enough telling how much she was looking forward to the date. He knew that it had been more than that. It had been her subtle way of telling possible others to step back.
Draco Malfoy is no one's property!
"Sorry." In reality he could care less about what this woman thinks of him. No one else's thoughts matter to him. What other approval does he need?
"Oh it's okay," she said slowly as if he was a small child. "Harrison has told me about everything."
Everything? What would that entail? Harrison likes to run his mouth. His one and only friend that doesn't have any ties to the war. He's aware of what happened to Virginia but not all the details that go along with it.
"Excuse me?" he said softly with his eyebrows furrowed together.
"You're still hurting. I can help you Draco; I can make you feel really good."
How many times have I heard that, he thought. Woman after woman just want to sleep with him. They want the fame associated with his name. Now he knows what Potter goes through. Some pretend to have cared about what happened with Virginia. He's seen some artificial tears and enough head nods with small forced smiles to last a lifetime.
No one can make him feel better though. He's a murderer. He is her murderer. The sword might as well be in his hand as far as he's concerned. It wouldn't make the emptiness inside change at all. Nothing can change anything. It's all written and done with.
"I appreciate the company…Misty…but I believe I've had enough. You were misinformed." He stood up and nodded at the gaping blonde. "It was nice meeting you."
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After questions and anger was thrown at the old wizard out came the question everyone was ready to ask. Out of all the people there the last person who would be expected voiced it. With an unusual small voice he asked what everyone was inching to say.
"Who's going to tell Malfoy?"
Ron looked at his wife gaining a smile he hasn't seen for a long time. One that was mixed with tears and wasn't forced. She was genuinely proud of him and happy that her sister-in-law isn't as far as gone as previously thought.
Answering his own question he shot everyone a look that said he volunteered himself. He would break the news to Malfoy. Along with the good news came bad as well. How is the blonde going to take knowing she's not dead but trapped inside her own mind? She's in a place she refuses to leave because she thinks it's better than the outside real world. Inside she has everything she could ever imagine. Inside she's happy and safe. No Bentley, no Voldermort, and no Lucius Malfoy!
"I will," he mumbled to himself hoping that this was for the best.