Tap, Tap

a/n: this is a dark fic, please do not read if you are uncomfortable with murder or intense obsessive/ manipulative behavior.

this fic is based on the song "In My Room" by Insane Clown Posse.

if you've never heard the song before, I highly recommend you listen to it before if you're weary about reading this fic, and if the song is too much, it's ok to back out, thank you for considering reading my fic.

if you think you'll be okay with the fic and haven't heard the song before, maybe wait till you're done to listen to really get the understanding of what I was attempting to go for.

this fic has been in my drafts for ages, so the writing might not be as strong as my other fics. it's also a very different writing style to what i'm used to.

also take the "mild smut" tag very lightly, if you're here just for the smut, i'm sorry, you'll just have to wait for my other unreleased fics.

i hope the release of this one-shot is a good apology for my inactivity on my other fic "Wild Witches Weekly"

* Asterisks represent flashbacks!

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"Draco, did you hear that?" A voice asked.

I turned my head, looking into the eyes of my long-time friend and now my lawyer. "No."

Blaise sighed, but after a few deep breaths he grinned "You're free mate, no more Azkaban for you."

No more Azkaban. But I've grown to accept Azkaban.

"Fantastic," I said, looking over the crowd of The Wizengamot who had all scowls on their faces. They don't want me free. "How long was I there?"

Packing up his briefcase Blaise looked over at me curiously "3 years, way too long in my opinion."

"Maybe not long enough." I tried to joke, but it only earned a fake laugh from my friend.

Blaise patted me on the shoulder, "Let's get you home, I think you need some rest."

I smiled. Home. I could see her finally if I'm home.

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I apparated myself back to Malfoy Manor, not wanting any more time with Blaise. I had things to do now, important things.

Busting through the door I vaguely heard voices but my main focus was my room.

"Draco! I wasn't expecting you home so soon! Let me see you!"

Someone tried to stop me from what I needed to do, so I shoved them away while maintaining my route.

Closing the door behind me I hastily looked for parchment. I'd write her a letter, she always loved my letters.

After a few drafts I wrote a perfect 'I'm Back' letter, sealing it and handing it to my eagle owl to deliver. It was getting to dinner time so she'd receive my letter by the time it's dark outside. Perfect.

Next on my list was to wait.

Knock after knock came from my door. But I'm alone. No one is here, you're alone waiting for her.

Plenty of knocks, but never a tap. I'm waiting for a tap, not a knock.

Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I got startled. This is not what I looked like when she loved me. My hair was longer and I had thick stubble. My skin is coated in dirt and sweat.