Filthy ; Draco Malfoy

Y OU R B E S T F R I E N D

"I got the same one," I said as I held my hand up, "Look."

He looked at my hand and his grin grew wider. Draco put the ring on his finger and examined his hand from a distance.

"Do you like it?" I ask him. 

"Of course I do, Lorenzo," He exclaimed, "Our ring collecting starts today, my friend," Draco pulls me into a hug.

"Happy birthday, Draco," I told him. We pull away from our hug and looks at it once more with glistening eyes.

"And happy birthday to you, too, Lorenzo," He said, as he made his way towards the dorm closet. He opens the door and there the Nimbus 2001 stands. 

"You're fucking joking!" I yell, as I grab the Nimbus by its handle.

"Nope," He jeers. "You deserve it, Enzo."

I run my fingers across the engraving of my name, along with another message

L O R E N Z O  B E R K S H I R E 

Y O U R  B E S T F R I E N D ,

D R A C O  L U C I U S  M A L F O Y 

"The task," Draco interrupts, as I look back at him. "I had to fucking let go of-. Of Lucille," He looks back down at his hands.

"Surely that's not forever, right?" I question.

"No, bloody hell  fuck no," He snapped, "I just need to focus on this task to ensure safety for my family, and for her,"

"Draco," I speak, "She's in pain-"

"And I'm not?"

"Draco I never said tha-"

"Okay, well, fucking consider my feelings for once?"

"I do! Draco, I do! You just make things so difficu-"

"Ask yourself why!" He snaps, as he gets up from the window sill.

I huff, and run my fingers through my hair in frustration.

"Why, Draco," I queried.

Draco leans against the railing and parts his lips, inaudible.

"To be honest with you Lorenzo," his voice cracked, "I don't know either."

A moment of silence emits yet again.

"It doesn't-. It doesn't always have to be this way, Draco,"

"I have heard that so so  many times, Lorenzo. I mean, what else am I supposed to do?"

"Oh, I don't know! Maybe um.. Maybe change?!"

"But how!" He shouts, pushing himself off the railing and pacing back in forth in frustration.

"Let Lucille, and let me, fucking help you! Merlin's beard, Draco!" I snap. 

"Just forget it, Enzo. I'm unrepairable," He huffs, sitting down next to me in defeat. He looks down, and a small tear rolls down his cheek. "I'm exhausted, Lorenzo. I just want to live my life with Lucille, and I can't even do that."

"You're not unrepairable, you fucking toad," I badgered, "and you will live your life with Lucille. Maybe not right now, clearly, but soon enough you'll be able to live the rest of your bloody life with her. Don't you want to look forward to that?"

"Fuck's sake, Enzo, of course I'm looking forward to that," He breathes. 

"Then look forward to change, too," I suggested. "She's not giving up on you, Draco. I reckon that you do the same."

"I'd never give up on her, Enzo-"

"Then why would you let her go?"

"It's just for now,"

"And you're sure that'll do any good?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, Lorenzo. I can't focus on repairing the cabinet whilst Lucille runs freely in my mind as she pleases-"

"What, so you think temporarily letting her go means your mind will, too?" I scoffed, "You're clearly a fucking idiot,"

"I know what I'm doing-"

"I'm not sure you do-"

"Lorenzo, I will fucking break your jaw right here right now," He snapped. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "But I won't,"

"Oh? And why's that?" I jeered.

"Because Lucille needs someone, and I clearly can't be there for her," He continues, "So, can you be there for her? While I fucking do what I have to do? Can you please be there for her?" He begged.

I looked at him, and his eyes are starting to pool. Lucille really did a number on him, and it sort of makes me relieved that he's letting it all out like he should.

"Of course, Draco. Not even up for debate," I reassured him. 

I scoot closer to him and force him into a hug, knowing that he needs it. 

Though he hesitates, to my surprise, he hugs me back. 

"And Draco," I cooed, "You know I'll always be here for you, too."