Built for Sin (Draco Malfoy)

2 - DRACO

Draco Malfoy

"Draco, dear. Could you pass me that plate over there?"

I fiddled with the silver ring on my finger, staring absentmindedly at the granite countertop as I sat on a kitchen stool.

"Draco?"

"Huh?" I blinked a few times, snapping out of my trance as I glanced up at Astoria.

She pointed at the plate sitting in front of me. "Oh, right," I remarked. After picking up the plate, I walked over to the sink and handed it to her.

"We have lots to do tomorrow," she stated, scrubbing the dirty dish with a sponge. "We've got to pick up my dress for our Christmas party, do some grocery shopping, pick out a Christmas tree... Hey, are you listening?"

"What? Yeah, yeah, I am..." I nodded my head, stepping away from the sink. I returned to my seat beside the countertop, letting out sigh as I plopped down on the stool.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" she exclaimed, rinsing off the last dish before turning off the faucet.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I shrugged it off. "Just tired is all."

"Then let's go to bed," she said, drying off her hands with a towel. "We've got a long day tomorrow."

"You go ahead. I'll be right there."

Astoria snuck up behind me, slithering her arms around my waist and snuggling her head into the crook of my neck. She kissed my neck and let out a soft giggle, "You better hurry. Don't want to keep a girl waiting too long."

I chuckled, prying her hands off of me, "Don't worry. I won't be long."

She pouted, brushing a few locks of stray hair out of my face, "Really? Cause that's what you said when I asked when you were planning to propose."

I nibbled on my lip, "I'm not going to tell you when I'm proposing. That'd ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

She seem satisfied with the answer, giving me a peck on the cheek and a slight squeeze on my arms, "You're right. I do love surprises."

My lips curled into a soft smile as I heard her footsteps echo down the hallway and up the stairs.

Finally alone, I got up from my seat and walked over to one of the kitchen cabinets. Picking up an empty glass, I dropped two ice cubes in it and poured myself some scotch. I swirled the cup around a few times before bringing it up to my lips and taking a sip.

I let out a deep exhale as I strolled over to the back door and walked out onto the porch. I shut the door behind me and sauntered towards the railing, gazing out at the garden behind my manor.

I closed my eyes, taking another gulp of the strong alcohol as if that would wash away the empty feeling inside of me. The frigid winter air pierced my skin, but I've learned to love the pain.

Resting my forearms on the railing, I dropped my head down and watched the way the two ice cubes danced around each other in the scotch. I swirled the glass in my hand, creating a tornado effect that forced them to drift apart. Once I stopped, everything settled and went back to exactly how it was. The ice cubes found their way back to one another, floating peacefully in the scotch as if they had never been disturbed.

Clearing my throat, I brought the glass up to my lips for another sip. It wasn't enough to numb me, but it was enough to distract me from the turmoil boiling within.

Fuck, I miss her.

I backed away from the railing and sat down on one of the porch chairs. Leaning back, I crossed one leg over the other, resting an ankle on my knee.

I stared aimlessly into the distance, wondering how I had managed to let five years slip by without gathering the courage to find her... to speak to her... to try and win her back.

Life became so dull after we split up.

My last two years at Hogwarts felt like a living nightmare.

She couldn't bear to spare me a glance in the hallways, and I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror.

I would see guys hitting on her all the time, walking up to her in the Great Hall or in the courtyard–doing anything they could to try and get her attention. I'd clench my fists and ready myself to walk up to them and punch them in the face.

But then I'd remind myself that I had lost her.

She was no longer mine.

And I no longer had a reason to get up in the mornings.

I begged my parents to transfer me to Durmstrang, but they found no reason to given that I only had two years left.

And then we graduated Hogwarts, and I haven't seen her since.

Even though my father pushed for me to work at the Ministry with him, I never wanted to spend my day-to-day working alongside pricks. I didn't care if it gave you a good title or a fuck load of money.

The Malfoy name comes with enough prestige and money to last a lifetime.

To my parents' disappointment, I pursued my dream of becoming a professional Seeker. I spent an entire year training before traveling around the UK to attend various tryouts. It took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears before I finally received some good news.

For the past two years, I've been the Seeker for the Montrose Magpies, the most successful team in the entire British and Irish Quidditch League.

My parents told me that I would never make it.

That I'd never be good enough to play professionally.

But there's one person I can think of who would've supported me from the beginning.

She would've accompanied me to tryouts, cheering me on even if I made a fool of myself. She would've been a shoulder for me to cry on when I didn't make it and a person to celebrate with when I finally got into a team.

None of that happened, of course. But, fucking hell, would I do anything to get her back in my arms.

I met Astoria at one of my first games. She and her friends attended the match and showed up at our afterparty later that night. We all had a little too much to drink, and the night became a blur. I woke up beside her the next morning–both of us naked and tangled in my bedsheets.

The lust I had felt for Astoria was overwhelmingly strong.

I hadn't slept with anyone since her.

I craved the distraction.

Ultimately, this led to one hookup too many, and Astoria misinterpreted the frequent meaningless sex as something more.

We've been dating ever since.

"Draco! Are you coming?"

I snapped out of my thoughts upon hearing Astoria's voice reverberate down the hall. Pushing myself off the seat, I ambled to the door and entered the kitchen. I shut the door behind me and placed my glass on the countertop, causing the two ice cubes to clink.

I ran my thumb over my bottom lip before stuffing a hand in my pocket and ascending the marble staircase.