The Malfoy Destiny

A/N: Wow, absolutely no idea where this just poured out from. Maybe it has something to do with having Keith Urban’s ‘Tonight I Want To Cry’ on repeat for almost an hour, but not really since this story is not connected to the song at all. All of a sudden this idea was just there and it was like my fingers had minds of their own. Anyway, this story is really dark. Seriously angry and resentful. There’s some adult language here, but not that bad, at least not in my opinion.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, I own nothing and no one will sue me, at least I hope.

The Malfoy Destiny

Some people were terrified of the Malfoy family, and with good reason. They were, after all, terrifying people. Generations of Malfoys had done absolutely inexplicable things, behaved like demons straight out of hell. As far as people were concerned they were all this way.

For the longest time Draco had thought that he could be different, thought he could end the blasted stereotypical attitudes of the wizarding world. “Hateful bunch of pricks”, he muttered under his breath, and he meant it too. He meant it towards anyone who had put even the smallest little seed of doubt in her mind, had played even the most miniscule part in turning Ginny Weasley against him.

Ginny. Even the sound of her name was enough to make Draco’s heart swell and his stomach turn over. She was the reason he had thought that he could change people’s perceptions of him. She was why he thought he could change at all. And she was certainly only the reason why he had tried to be civil to her family, which included the insufferable scar head Potter and his conceded Mudblood bookworm of a wife. Draco had given up his whole world to be a part of hers, and now that was lost to him too. She had finally kicked him to the curb. He should hate her, damn it he should.

But he couldn’t. No matter how much he told himself that he could, that he should, he knew that he could never hate her. No, it was pretty hard to hate Ginny Weasley. Especially when you loved her.

Slowly, Draco made his way from the couch where he had been slumped to the wall of pictures in the hallway. He staggered wildly the whole way, thanks to the 2/3 empty bottle of Fire Whiskey (A/N: Should that be capitalized? I was too lazy to look it up, so I’m probably wrong in thinking that it is. Oh well.) in his hand, Draco’s staple of late.

He didn’t know why he went to the photographs, it certainly wasn’t like they were going to help him. Oh no. As he stared at himself and Ginny in their school uniforms, her sitting on his lap and his arms strung around her middle, both smiling widely and waving out of the frame, laughing sweetly, he felt a lump rising in his throat. This certainly wasn’t helped by the next picture that caught Draco’s eye- their wedding day. Ginny was standing next to him surrounded by their families (well, hers at least- the Malfoy clan wasn’t too cheery that day). The newlyweds were smiling radiantly and holding up their left hands to show off their new gold bands.

Draco looked down at his own left hand, and the tarnished piece of metal that still resided there. He didn’t know why he still wore it, they weren’t married anymore. Oh no, Ginny had taken care of that.

He ran a hand through his white blond hair, and sighed deeply. ‘Why did she leave?’ he thought desperately, though he knew the answer. That didn’t matter to Draco, though, and soon it became a terrible shout. “Why did she leave? Why did you leave me, Ginny? Huh?” could be heard echoing throughout the empty Malfoy manor. “You said you loved me! You pledged your life to me! Where did that go? Why didn’t it matter to you, Gin? It sure as hell mattered to me!” he screamed into the empty house. He took a long gulp from his Fire Whiskey bottle, almost finishing it.

Draco suddenly felt his temper rising, and had a burning desire to hurt something, anything, he wanted to tear something apart. He opted for the living room. He made his way over to the bar, grabbed a new bottle of Fire Whiskey to replace his almost empty one, and poured the few remnants of the old bottle over his head, relishing in the coldness and letting it sink into his skin. With that, he threw the now useless old bottle across the vast room, letting it hit the opposite wall with an ear splintering crash. Draco then overturned the whole bar, astounded at the power destruction gave him.

“Damn Weasleys!” he yelled into the eerie silence. “Damn every single one of them!” ‘Except her.’ added one of the voices in his head, though this sentiment was never verbalized.

Draco then moved onto the sofa, overturning it easily with his strong force and watching as it splintered the coffee table that had been sitting in front of it.

“Damn society!” Draco yelled almost giddily, thought that was almost certainly an effect of the astounding amount of alcohol currently contained in his bloodstream. “Damn society for never giving someone like me a chance in hell with her!”

Looking around him, Draco spotted the old family tree tapestry and shield bearing the Malfoy coat of arms. By this point he was covered in sweat and seething with anger and resentment and relished the opportunity to wreck some family heirlooms. He staggered to them, eyeing the items with a malicious grin and eyes that seemed to illuminate red.

“Oh, look at that, the family tree.” He tore down the tapestry violently and spat on it. The he ripped the shield from its mounting on the wall and launched it towards the other side of the vast room, in the process denting the plaster where it made contact with wall.

“Damn the Malfoys!” Draco yelled viciously, “Damn the whole godforsaken, hell bound lot of them! Damn them for taking her away from me, for taking away my life! I want my life back, damn it!” he screamed drunkenly, throwing his arms up in exhausted defeat. “Where is it, you bastard? You call yourself God! Why did you do this to me?”

He took a drink from his bottle, and ended up downing about a third of the alcohol in one swig. Breathing heavily, attempting to calm himself so he could try and at least see straight, he looked at the scene before him. It was nothing but a mess of broken glass and splintered wood. “Oh god.” Draco said, realizing what he had just done. “Oh god.” he repeated, his voice cracking and breathing heavily to keep from either shouting or sobbing, though he could not ascertain which. “Look what you’ve done to me, Gin, look what you’ve made me become. Oh god, look what I’ve become.” he said hoarsely, his voice now barely above a whisper. Draco sank to his knees, lying his head down and stretching out on one of the only spots clear of debris in the room. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about what he had just done. Soon he was pulled into a drunken sleep, and the always treacherous dreams of her that followed.

It was true that Draco didn’t like what he had become. He could remember his father’s drunken rants from his childhood, and they shared altogether too many parallels to his own. It was also true that the Malfoys were indeed terrifying people, and Draco was rapidly fulfilling his Malfoy destiny. He had tried to deny it so hard for so long, but he was a Malfoy through and through and that fact was now bearing down on him. Not even someone as pure and good as Ginny Weasley had contained the strength to save him, and there was no escaping it now. Draco Malfoy had finally succumbed to all that came with that infamous name. The Malfoy destiny had taken him and broken him and he was defenseless to stop it.

A/N: I told you it was dark! For some reason the ideas that pop into my head are always really depressing! Anyway, I hope that at least some people enjoyed it nonetheless, and please review! Take care and God bless!

~Christine