Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

28 - Heroes and Villains

My lips were still tingling from his kiss when I stepped back into our living quarters.

"Did he get off okay?" Hermione asked, glancing up from her latest copy of Transfiguration Today which Draco had brought down for her.

"I'm sure our Blaire gave him a decent goodbye," Ron snorted, giving me a knowing look.

"He's married, Ron," I said sternly, trying to quash down the horrific guilt I felt gnawing away in my stomach.

I was a horrible person. I had just kissed another woman's husband; a woman who was currently sat at home holding a tiny baby waiting for the father to return.

A woman who was dying.

"Yeah, but we all know he'd rather not be," Ron shrugged as if adultery was no big deal.

"Ronald," Hermione snapped, her hand flying to her stomach as she drew in a sharp sudden breath, "it's not what about what people want any more; adultery is against the law and could get him killed!"

"So's treason but that doesn't stop him from working for the resistance!"

"Hermione," I frowned, forgetting about Draco for a second as her face flickered with pain, "are you okay? And don't tell me it's just wind again."

She shook her head, dropping her magazine to clutch her stomach once again. "No, it's fine, I think I just need an early night. Alone-!" She added when Ron eagerly jumped to his feet.

I continued to frown as I watched her hobble to her and Ron's bedroom, an uneasy feeling stirring in the pit of my stomach.

"Keep an eye on her, would you Ron?" I murmured, chewing my lower lip.

He nodded absentmindedly as he switched on the tv, rubbing his hands gleefully together as a live police chase filled the screen.

"Man, to be a Muggle," he said, giving a low impressive whistle.

******

Not being able to face going straight home, Draco found himself nursing a Firewhisky in the Leaky Cauldron.

He kept replaying the kiss over and over again in his head, and he found himself hating himself a little bit more each time.

He felt such a horrific feeling of guilt. Not just towards Astoria but towards Blaire too. He was doing the one thing he promised he'd never do to her; making her the other woman. And she was worth a million times more than that.

He was failing both his sons just by what he was doing to their mothers.

"Yer want another?"

Draco looked up at the old tired face of the bartender who was glancing pointedly down at the empty tumbler in his hand.

"No, you're alright, thank you, Tom," Draco sighed heavily, placing his glass down to the side. "I'd better be off."

"You don't sound like someone who wants to be off." Tom remarked. "Sure I can't tempt ya to a second?"

"No," Draco replied firmly, getting down from the bar stool. "I have a baby at home."

"Ah, yes, I 'erd," Tom grunted. "Congratulations. Mind you, if yer wife can pop in for a cheeky few then I don't see why you can't either."

"Astoria was here?" Draco asked, frowning. He couldn't imagine his wife ever stepping foot in a dive like this.

"Yeah, with that lieutenant chap, uh- Dickory, I think? It was the other day. Your wife looked mighty upset by something. Still, I suppose she had just come out of Gringotts; those goblins really ought to go on a customer service training course. Upsetting young witches like that with little babes in prams... I never..."