Hold - d.m

001 - scattered in the ceaseless star system

Draco Lucius Malfoy
October 3rd, 1999

My head is laying in Luna Lovegood's lap.

Luna fucking Lovegood.

How the hell did I get here? The night before is a blur of vibrant colors, broken promises, and music so loud it filled my body with the echoing beat. I strain my mind for any reason for why I would be in this position but nothing comes. My jaw clenches as my eyes come into focus. Her face is peering over mine, a concerned expression etched on her soft features, bright eyes laced with worry. I lift a careful hand to brush away a strand of her golden hair that is hanging over me, tickling my cheek.

"Good morning, Draco. How did you sleep?"

I don't answer her, turning my head to face the wall of...her dorm. Shit. I hope nothing happened between us. I was drunk beyond memory and from the slivers of moments that are slowly coming back to me, so was she.

Not that I wouldn't fuck Lovegood. It's just that she was drunk.

I try my best to shake off the looming feeling of dread that washes through me in waves as I push myself to a standing position, groaning as weight seems to drop inside my skull, a headache blooming. Neither of us says a word as I gather my things—my wand and a sweatshirt—and slam the door behind me. I march out of the Ravenclaw common room, ignoring the odd glances that are sent my way, although I can't blame them. It wasn't every day one saw me in this state.

With an angry expression, I walk back to my dorm, despite the pain inside my head, only to find Pansy lounging in my bed. Her legs are sprawled out, her back hunched over, and her head lolling slightly to the right.

"Morning, Princess," she says, looking up at me lazily.

"Shut the fuck up."

She pretends to pout, her black lipstick-clad lips turning down at the corners. "I've missed you, my love. Oh please, won't you get this damsel in distress a cheeseburger with lettuce and tomato, kind sir?"

I roll my eyes. "Get it yourself, loser."

She glares at me before groaning and slumping deeper into the plush black covers of the bed. "Where were you?"

"Nowhere." I walk into the bathroom, turning the shower on before returning and starting to undress.

"I don't believe you."

I snap my head in her direction, throwing my t-shirt to the floor.

"Why do you want to know?"

She looks surprised. "Please tell me you're joking. You got the worst news of your fucking life and when we tried to find you, you were gone. Do you know how fucking worried we were?"

My vision swims as memories from the night before come flooding back, blinding and drowning me simultaneously. That bloody letter. The tight hold I keep on my emotions threatens to slip, and I feel myself begin to drown in the sadness. Get a hold of yourself, Draco. You're a Malfoy. With a deep breath, I'm back at the surface, my thoughts once again shoved to the back of my head.

"You're one to talk, Pansy. Remember that time when y—"

Her strangled grunt cuts me off, her monolid eyes burning dark holes into mine.

"Don't finish that sentence, Draco."

"Then don't get in my business."

I can see her contemplating, her face strained with anger and confusion before she sighs, and I know that means she's let it go.