Afflicted Love~ Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 2

It was excruciating.

Seeing him like that.

He's nothing like I remember him.

It's as if he was the one that ripped my heart from my chest and laughed as it was beating in his hand.

It took hours for me to come out of my room.

Hermione was the first to greet me. She simply hugged me, before declaring "We're going to Diagon Alley. Care to join? Have a bit of fun at the Wease?"

I take in a deep breath, before motioning up the stairs "Let me take a shower, right quick."

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When I get out of the shower, I put on his shirt and an oversized black sweater. Tiredly, I tuck my necklace into the shirt and step out of the bathroom.

When we get to the wease, I dilly around the darkness crystals. As I pass five galleons to Fred before he and George get in a debate with Ron.

As I weave through the crowd, a rather intriguing plan comes to mind, and I only half pay attention to everything else.

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We pick through Olivander's ashes as I hear "They actually did it." I know the voice, immediately "Fuckers actually got a business up and running."

When I peer through the broken window, Lucius scoffs "I'm surprised the death eaters haven't turned it over... yet." Draco takes a drag of his cigarette and Lucius sighs "You know i hate those things."

"Really, you're going to comment on my smoking, of all things?" Draco remarks.

Ron furrows his brow and asks "What are they talking about?" I wave him off and he raises his hands in surrender.

"That's the only thing that really bothers me." Lucius insists and Draco glares at him "What?"

Draco tilts his head up to release a drag, before declaring "That's definitely not the thing you hate most about me."

Lucius furrows his brow "What do you mean?"

Draco turns his back to us and insists "Let's face it, you can't stand to look at me." Draco takes in a deep breath, before sighing.

Luucius turns his nose up "I don't hate anything about you. I'm just sorry that-"

"What time is the appointment?" Draco interrupts. Lucius replies with a short term of time as I motion towards Hermione and Ron to follow.

As they do, I crawl up the side of Olivander's and scurry along the roof. We follow them all the way to the taylors with not a word spoken between one another.

After he tosses out his cigarette and states "If drinking works, I better stock up."

"And what will you do tonight, when you can't keep the liquor down?" Lucius asks, softly.

"There's more than one way to consume alcohol." I rub my forehead at the thought as he declares "You don't want to know."

Once the door is shut, Ron asks "How else can you consume alcohol?"

I roll onto my back and tell him "Shove the bottle up your arse and give yourself an alcoholic enema."

Ron asks "What's an enema?"

Hermione looks to him with a glare and I ask "What is he doing to himself?" Hermione rubs my shoulder and I shake my head "If he's that reliant on drinking, is he even Draco anymore?"

Hermione sighs, before declaring "Whatever happened to him must be really messed up if he has to drink himself to sleep, every night."

Ron furrows his brow and asks "What's an enema?"

Hermione looks to him and explains "Like a douche for your anus."

"What's a douche?" Ron asks.

"Ask Ginny." I sigh, before rolling back onto my side to peer into the window "He looks sickly."

"He looks buff." Hermione states, before rubbing my back "Maybe he's just working out, again. I wonder if he's still seeing Viktor."

I hum, before asking "What if Viktor was there for me? Helping him through his break up with me?"

She shrugs, before telling me "I'll look into Vŭrkolak some more. See what I can find. Maybe I can find a connection to You-Know-Who."

After they get out of the fitting, I scurry along the rooftop, not able to hear what they're saying until we reach a stop.

"Maybe you should hold off kn the cigarettes." Lucius sighs, tiredly "Just for a while."

Draco furrows his brow and speaks defensively "Why would I do that?"

Lucius speaks, pleadingly "Because they're bad for you. They can cause lung cancer and breathing issues."

Draco scoffs as he sparks one up "Like cancer will be my downfall!"

"I'm worried about you, Draco." Lucius admits, before speaking with his hands "With the drinking, and the smoking, and the partying."

Lucius sighs as Draco chuckles "What could happen to me, realistically?"

Lucius is quiet for a long moment, before he declares "I don't want to watch you throw your life away! At this rate, you won't life to see your fourties!"

Draco takes a long drag, before degrading "Do you know how many times I have almost died, by your hands alone?"

Lucius sits there, dumbstruck, before Draco continues "I have been in a muggle hospital ten times, since I was eleven! I've almost died a dozen times! I should be dead, Lucius! My life doesn't matter!"

"IT MATTERS TO ME!" Lucius cries, before Draco takes another drag.

He's silent for a long moment, before stating "You are the only person I have left! I can't watch you die, too!"

Lucius furrows his brow and speaks sadly "What about you leaving me behind, all alone?"

Draco takes another drag, before releasing and remarking "You deserve to wallow in the guilt of your abuse." He releases another drag in Lucius's face "Oink oink."

As Draco starts to walk away, Lucius calls out "Why must you be so cruel?"

Draco turns back and I swear I can see something change in his eyes as he chuckles "I am ninety percent crap." He takes a drag, before remarking "You are ninety-eight percent crap." He shrug, before insisting "We make a good team."

Lucius points out "You weren't like this, before."

Draco bends back to laugh, before remarking "How would you know? You've only been a part of my life for about two seconds."

Lucius goes cold, before Draco tosses away his empty package of fags "This is my last cigarette." He lights it with the butt of his last and states "I'm going to get some more."

As he starts to walk away, Ron asks "What the bloody hell was that?"

"You three make awful spies!" Draco calls over his shoulder.