Falling Out and Moving On Ch. 2
Story: Falling Out and Moving On
Aurthor: Lzay_Night (blackmagicthing)
Pairings: George/Draco, Harry/Draco, Hints of Harry/Ginny, and Ron/Hermione
Rating: T
Warnings: Cheating, Slash, Het, future Mpreg, and Occness.
Summary: Moving on is hard when you ex-boyfriend is the boy-who-lived, but Draco is determined to do it. He just have to learn to forgive and forget. It's much harder then it sounds.
Chapter two
Two weeks.
Draco didn't know how he made it through two weeks without any contact with Potter. The man had been persistent and wanting to see him and 'talk'. What he wanted to 'talk' about, Draco didn't want to know, and was sure to put it out of his mind. Already he had started the slow and long process of moving on from being the boy-who-lives boyfriend to being the boy-who-lived ex-boyfriend. The new title was like a demotion.
Signing tiredly over his breakfast, Draco wondered how others did it. For the first week that past, Draco had fallen into a small depression. He didn't leave his room for nothing, and despite his mother and Pansy's attempts, refused to talk to anyone that whole week. He was quite content to brood and be miserable on his own.
It had been a long week for him. Draco hadn't cried so much in his life. Most of the week he had spent in his bed with dried tears on his cheeks, swollen eyes, and a persistent headache. Pansy called that week his 'darkest' one and a step closer to getting over Ha-Potter.
Draco thought she was full of bull shit, and had stomped moodily out the room.
"Draco, you need to eat." His mother chided him with a ringing voice.
He ignored her. He wasn't hungry, in fact he hadn't really been that hungry since the breakup. It seems the ability to be hungry left him completely that night. Draco scowled. The fact that he had lost his appetite was just another bitter reminder how he wasn't getting any closer to his goal, and that Potter was still very much affecting him.
Draco picked up his forked, his grip tight and began to eat. He swallowed down what he knew was well cooked eggs, but tasted as bland a sand in his mouth. Taking a few more bites of his breakfast he stood, done.
"Pansy is coming over later." He told his mother. Pansy had got in her head that she would be his coach and help him get over Potter. With all the breakups she had been through herself, Draco let her amuse herself. The girl was helping him in her own way. If it weren't for Pansy, he would still be crying in his bed over the loss of Potter. She was the one who dumped cold water on him when she was finally fed up with his brooding, yelling to 'get the fuck up' and 'crying isn't going to bring the bloody bastard back'.
After getting soaked in deadly cold water, Pansy calling it 'his wake up call', he had then proceeded to yell at the women. She wasn't detoured. Producing a mirror with her wand she then shoved it in his face saying 'where did Draco Lucius Malfoy go?' Pansy then started to preach how the Draco she knew would have never let a breakup get to him, how instead, he would be planning the man demise for dumping him, not kicking himself for being dumped.
Draco had taken he words to heart, wincing at his reflection. She was right. He had never let a breakup get to him; well at least pretend it hadn't gotten to him. There were those times when he actually had feelings for the block, but he never let it show on his outside appearance.
Since that day he had vowed to get over him ex and move on. Pansy and his mother encouraged him, even going so far as to recommend him men to help speed up the process.
Draco smiled slightly as he entered his room. Today would be the first day he was going out into the public after the news of Ha-Potter's affair. Pansy had told him it was a way to show that he wasn't affected. The blond had rolled his eyes and pointed out how it was already obvious that he was with him staying at the Manor for a full week without once stepping outside. An idiot could figure out that he had felt something from Harry's betrayal and if not that then he running out of Ron's and Hermione's engagement party would.
He paused on his way to his personal bathroom to stare at his reflection in the window. His eyes, though no longer red and puffy from crying, was now a dull, dead grey instead of his usual bright silver-blue. Other than his eyes, his appearance was now back to normal. No longer did he look similar to the heartbroken blond that stared back at him on that day. The face that was reflected was of the cold beauty that was Draco Malfoy. Only those close to him would still see the lingering effects of Potter's betrayal in his eyes.
He turned away from his reflection with a scowl.
He hated how much this affected him. Never before had he been so strongly hurt by a break up. Draco had been the type to let such thing roll off his back and quickly move on to his next quest, but such things were harder to do when ones partner was Harry Potter.
If he had known from the beginning…
Draco suddenly just stopped. All thoughts of Harry Potter were forcefully and painfully pushed at the back of his mind and locked in a box. He swore to himself that he would someday face the contents of the box, but until he was mentally prepared to so, he would never look back.
Draco looked back at his reflection with a new determination in his eyes. The blond was aware that just saying a thing was completely different from saying and meaning to do the thing. Not until this very moment had he actually thought he might have a chance of healing from the invisible wounds Potter had inflicted upon. There were so many places where he had been strike, and all at the same time. Could one really survive from a pierced heart and bleeding mind?
Draco could honestly say he didn't know, but he would be damned is he didn't at least try.
The reflection smirked at him, and the dull eyes now had a small spark in them. He turned away from the window and continued on to his bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, he was dressed and ready to take a step in the direction of recovery. The first thing on his list was simple enough; Draco had to step outside and prove to the world that he was in fact not dead.
Aurthor: Lzay_Night (blackmagicthing)
Pairings: George/Draco, Harry/Draco, Hints of Harry/Ginny, and Ron/Hermione
Rating: T
Warnings: Cheating, Slash, Het, future Mpreg, and Occness.
Summary: Moving on is hard when you ex-boyfriend is the boy-who-lived, but Draco is determined to do it. He just have to learn to forgive and forget. It's much harder then it sounds.
Chapter two
Two weeks.
Draco didn't know how he made it through two weeks without any contact with Potter. The man had been persistent and wanting to see him and 'talk'. What he wanted to 'talk' about, Draco didn't want to know, and was sure to put it out of his mind. Already he had started the slow and long process of moving on from being the boy-who-lives boyfriend to being the boy-who-lived ex-boyfriend. The new title was like a demotion.
Signing tiredly over his breakfast, Draco wondered how others did it. For the first week that past, Draco had fallen into a small depression. He didn't leave his room for nothing, and despite his mother and Pansy's attempts, refused to talk to anyone that whole week. He was quite content to brood and be miserable on his own.
It had been a long week for him. Draco hadn't cried so much in his life. Most of the week he had spent in his bed with dried tears on his cheeks, swollen eyes, and a persistent headache. Pansy called that week his 'darkest' one and a step closer to getting over Ha-Potter.
Draco thought she was full of bull shit, and had stomped moodily out the room.
"Draco, you need to eat." His mother chided him with a ringing voice.
He ignored her. He wasn't hungry, in fact he hadn't really been that hungry since the breakup. It seems the ability to be hungry left him completely that night. Draco scowled. The fact that he had lost his appetite was just another bitter reminder how he wasn't getting any closer to his goal, and that Potter was still very much affecting him.
Draco picked up his forked, his grip tight and began to eat. He swallowed down what he knew was well cooked eggs, but tasted as bland a sand in his mouth. Taking a few more bites of his breakfast he stood, done.
"Pansy is coming over later." He told his mother. Pansy had got in her head that she would be his coach and help him get over Potter. With all the breakups she had been through herself, Draco let her amuse herself. The girl was helping him in her own way. If it weren't for Pansy, he would still be crying in his bed over the loss of Potter. She was the one who dumped cold water on him when she was finally fed up with his brooding, yelling to 'get the fuck up' and 'crying isn't going to bring the bloody bastard back'.
After getting soaked in deadly cold water, Pansy calling it 'his wake up call', he had then proceeded to yell at the women. She wasn't detoured. Producing a mirror with her wand she then shoved it in his face saying 'where did Draco Lucius Malfoy go?' Pansy then started to preach how the Draco she knew would have never let a breakup get to him, how instead, he would be planning the man demise for dumping him, not kicking himself for being dumped.
Draco had taken he words to heart, wincing at his reflection. She was right. He had never let a breakup get to him; well at least pretend it hadn't gotten to him. There were those times when he actually had feelings for the block, but he never let it show on his outside appearance.
Since that day he had vowed to get over him ex and move on. Pansy and his mother encouraged him, even going so far as to recommend him men to help speed up the process.
Draco smiled slightly as he entered his room. Today would be the first day he was going out into the public after the news of Ha-Potter's affair. Pansy had told him it was a way to show that he wasn't affected. The blond had rolled his eyes and pointed out how it was already obvious that he was with him staying at the Manor for a full week without once stepping outside. An idiot could figure out that he had felt something from Harry's betrayal and if not that then he running out of Ron's and Hermione's engagement party would.
He paused on his way to his personal bathroom to stare at his reflection in the window. His eyes, though no longer red and puffy from crying, was now a dull, dead grey instead of his usual bright silver-blue. Other than his eyes, his appearance was now back to normal. No longer did he look similar to the heartbroken blond that stared back at him on that day. The face that was reflected was of the cold beauty that was Draco Malfoy. Only those close to him would still see the lingering effects of Potter's betrayal in his eyes.
He turned away from his reflection with a scowl.
He hated how much this affected him. Never before had he been so strongly hurt by a break up. Draco had been the type to let such thing roll off his back and quickly move on to his next quest, but such things were harder to do when ones partner was Harry Potter.
If he had known from the beginning…
Draco suddenly just stopped. All thoughts of Harry Potter were forcefully and painfully pushed at the back of his mind and locked in a box. He swore to himself that he would someday face the contents of the box, but until he was mentally prepared to so, he would never look back.
Draco looked back at his reflection with a new determination in his eyes. The blond was aware that just saying a thing was completely different from saying and meaning to do the thing. Not until this very moment had he actually thought he might have a chance of healing from the invisible wounds Potter had inflicted upon. There were so many places where he had been strike, and all at the same time. Could one really survive from a pierced heart and bleeding mind?
Draco could honestly say he didn't know, but he would be damned is he didn't at least try.
The reflection smirked at him, and the dull eyes now had a small spark in them. He turned away from the window and continued on to his bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, he was dressed and ready to take a step in the direction of recovery. The first thing on his list was simple enough; Draco had to step outside and prove to the world that he was in fact not dead.