Hiraeth // draco malfoy

ONE

"Jesus, Mariana, are you good?" The blonde asked her, as the brunette dusted her jacket off, with a nod and a laugh.

"Sorry, guy!" She looked up to Draco, who was hanging his head in defeat. And with that, the girls were off to enjoy their single cigarette, from Draco's now ruined pack.

"Idiots." Draco muttered, deciding that he now would have to go buy another pack and food. Luckily, money was never a problem for the Malfoy son, but this country sure was. He just wished he could go home. But what waited for him at home was even far worse than what was here. Sadly, he was used to it. He grew accustomed to the tradition of torture and killing. It was his life now, whether he wanted it or not, he had no choice but to endure the violence and come out on top, for his own sake of survival.

Considering his father was crippled, and his mother was aging and with the stress of taking care of Lucius, while also trying to uphold her death eater duties, he was stuck doing the most of it all.

And as he climbed the ranks these past few years, he was one of Voldemort's right hand men. One of his most "loyal" officers, who he trusted more than the others. If only the dark lord knew the truth, but he was thankful that he's hid his true intentions all these years and he wasn't planning on breaking that code of silence anytime soon.

As he smashed the cigarette into the small ash tray on the circular table next to him, he walked back inside. Examining the lonely flat once again and feeling the emptiness settle. It had been a long few years, for sure. "Garett?" A voice called out, and his head whipped to the left to see the half naked girl standing in the hall, grabbing at her head in a sleepy, and clearly hungover state.

"You're still here?" He scowled, wishing that she wasn't.

"I didn't know when you'd decide to come back." She rolled her eyes, making herself at home by walking into the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water.

"Well, I've returned." He snapped back, seating himself on the chair behind him. She eyed him, lifting a brow in curiosity, and then walked to where he was seated, confidently straddling his lap. Her lips brushed the side of his cheek, as she buried her face into his neck, only causing his irritation to grow more intense.

"What do you say we head to the bedroom?" She whispered, eagerly. Her desperation was nauseating.

"I'd love to." He tossed her from his lap, as she dropped to the floor, with a loud thud and a huff. "You can see your way out, I take it?" He called back to her, rhetorically, while walking down the hall to his bedroom.

"Are you joking?" She shouted, standing herself up, and reaching to her clothes that were laying on the sofa, in a hurry. Following him into the room, she pulled the shirt over her head, clearly very angry. "I waited here for you all goddamn day!"

"Nobody asked you to, love." He sighed, falling onto the bed, and closing his eyes. Maybe if he pretended the problem wasn't here, it'd just go away.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" She shouted again, pulling her jeans up, and staring at him, coldly. He ignored her. "Seriously?" She grew even more mad, if that was possible, while looking at the dresser to her side, and grabbing the first thing she saw on it, which happened to be a book titled 'Quidditch Through The Ages'. And not paying any mind to that, she threw it at him. His eyes opened, as he caught it just in time with his hand, and stared at her. Her mouth agape slightly, and eyes widened in shock that his reflexes were so fast. She should have known that though, from last night.

"You done throwing your little temper tantrum?" He asked, calmly. With another huff, she stormed out, slamming the front door behind her.

Draco sighed, looking down at the book in his hands. She must've pulled it from one of his boxes he hadn't unpacked, because he had hardly touched it in years, only when he was moving to new places. Opening to the first page, he saw the inscribed words of his mother.

'My son, I love you always, and forever. May your matches bring you victory and joy, and your heart be full.
Happy birthday, Draco.
I love you.'

He wished he could go back to the simpler times of only having to suffer from Potter and his friends being prats. But that was long over, and there was no going back.

Sighing, he realized nicotine would be the best solution right now. So with hopes that his pack would still be below the balcony, he stood up and walked out to the kitchen, where he grabbed his house key and left his apartment.

Walking down the stairwell, he exited through the front entrance of the complex and hurried over to where the fallen pack sat in a puddle of water and dirt. Sighing and picking it up, he realized there was no salvaging them. He dropped it once again, beginning to walk back, when a voice stopped him abruptly. "Drop your pack?" The girl asked, as he looked to see who he must've missed on his way out here. Her long chestnut hair hung in a braid that lay just above her abdomen, her hood of her sweatshirt was over her head, and her shoes were slightly dirty. She smiled faintly, as she inhaled a puff of smoke. She leaned against the wall of the outside of the building, casually, as her arms were crossed just over her chest.

"Yeah, actually. Guess that's what I get for helping someone out." He muttered, staring at her, curiously.

"Guess so." She responded, as the two stood awkwardly, looking to one another. The girl then, reached into her pocket, and pulled out her pack, extending it to him. "Take one." She offered. Draco hesitated, before approaching her, and pulling one out for himself.

"Appreciate that." He said, as she pulled out a box of matches, and scraped one against the side of the box. Draco leaned forward, uncomfortable with the fact that a woman was lighting his cigarette for him. The gesture was kind, but he had too much of a male ego to respond to this comfortably.

After lighting it, she shook the match, as the wind blew out the flame, and she leaned back against the wall. "I'm Dru." She introduced herself with a smile.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy."