Healing // d.m.

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10 Years Later

THE moon was mocking him. The silver ball of shining light surrounded by his stars. Even he had someone around him in the vast darkness of the night. 

Draco's feet dangle by the edge of the roof at Malfoy Manor. He didn't bother thinking about jumping down anymore. He was way past that. Catherine wouldn't want that for him, he surely wouldn't want her to beat his ass if they met this way. Even a universe away she still had control on his actions.

The alcohol that burned his throat was his only salvation for the night. The chatter and the music still blaring from down below and Draco had escaped. Gabby must be the first one to notice he was gone by now.

He turned his attention back towards the moon again.

"You fucking piece of shit." Damn he was more drunk than he thought. "How does it feel like to have her there? Must be fucking amazing."

With all his might he threw the golden liquor glass, sending it swirling around in the air before shattering into a million pieces on the pavement far down below. It could hit someone's head and Draco still wouldn't care. His heart was already set into stone.

"You don't fucking need her. I do!" He screamed this time. "I need her here! Every day of every hour of every fucking second I need her here with me!"

Only silence greeted him. It should no longer be a surprise but it still enraged him nonetheless.

Ten years went by and it never gets easier. Not even a little bit.

When he finished lashing out on the earth's only natural satellite, he sighed and collapsed on the ground. The coldness of the concrete digging into his body.

His hands felt around for the bottle of wine he sneaked upstairs with him. "I just want her back."

The stars twinkled a bit and Draco couldn't help but smile somehow. He felt like it was her way of saying calm down, I'm here.

"What are you doing up there, my love? Are you well? Have you eaten?" He could imagine her lying right beside him, snuggling in close, complaining that it's too cold. Draco would discard his tux to drape it around her shoulders.

They would have been married by now, he would have made sure of it.

"Do you miss me? Do you see me?" More questions asked into the void. There was a sudden gust of warm wind blowing the hair away from his face, contrasting the dry air of the night. Draco liked to think that Catherine was giving him a reply.

"It wouldn't be a birthday party without the birthday boy." He could hear Astoria taking off her black stilettos and sitting right beside him. Her train of her black dress pools on the floor.

"You all are doing just fine without me."

"But you keep us in line, Draco. You always do." She looked at him with those pity eyes. Draco was used to that too. "Are you okay?"

Question of the fucking decade. "I will be."

"And when is that?"

When I see her again. When I'm in her arms and feel her heart beating against my skin. When I finally know that she's well and healthy and happy.

His friends are all used to his silence by now, filling in the blanks when they need to. Astoria placed her cold pale hand on his right shoulder, slowly rubbing small circles.

"We're here for you. I'm here for you."

He wanted to shrug her off, but he didn't even have the energy for that.