Hiraeth // draco malfoy

FIFTEEN

goyle's mistake

"How're you holding up, mate?" Blaise asked as he entered Draco's room. It was Sunday. Draco hadn't seen Dru again, yet, and he was fine with that. He had so much he was hiding from her and the events of yesterday was just the cherry on top. He was usually pretty good at secrets and hiding his life from people, but she made it difficult.

"I'm fine, Zabini." He insisted. This was a lie. He should be happy that he took care of Dru's tormentor. But where was the satisfaction of that, when she'd never even know? And what would happen if she did know? As much as she despised Joseph for what he'd done to her, she'd despise Draco more if she knew he was a murderer, that, he was sure of.

"Dru call?" He asked, noticing the landline placed closer to his bed than usual.

"No." Draco stated simply.

"I'm sure it's all well and fine, mate." Blaise assured. "Probably just with her friends." He told him, walking himself out. Draco figured he could either sit in his room and sulk, or go out and try to move his wild thoughts to the back of his mind and distract himself. Option b sounded like a much better solution. He followed after Blaise and found the three of them, quietly conversing to themselves in the living room. Their whispers silenced as he walked closer.

"Hey, buddy, how ya feeling?" Theo asked with a genuine smile. Draco didn't respond, only simply sat himself on the sofa next to Pansy and him. Like shit, he wanted to say, but he didn't. The three stared at him, trying to not be too obvious that he was their topic of conversation, but failing miserably. "What's the plan today, then?" Theo cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension.

"Get drunk, party, go to bed. Same shit, different day." Pansy shrugged, while Draco lit a cigarette.

"Sounds boring." Theo snickered. Draco couldn't agree more. But maybe a good drunken night is something he could use. "Besides, it's noon. What are we doing in the meantime?"

"How the hell should I know, Nott?" Pansy sighed. She thought this was boring, but it beat sitting at home with her shitty father who practically saw her as nothing more than a woman he'd one day marry off for his own benefit. And that day could be any time now. Another silence overcame them as they all sat awkwardly amongst one another.

Blaise, with his thumb pressed against his chin, and in deep contemplation, was thinking of his previous death eater task. The brutal ending he bestowed upon a 19 year old muggle boy with Bellatrix Lestrange watching from the distance. He had no choice of it all. But it plagued his mind.

Theo, who now stood up and walked to the kitchen, was trying to figure out why his stomach was hurting. He wasn't hungry, so he had to have some sort of anxiety that he just didn't know what for.

And Pansy, was worrying about Draco, as she stared over at him in concern. She just wanted him to feel some sort of normalcy for once. And Dru was bringing him that. Last night, was a hiccup in helping him, but honestly, Joseph deserved it. And now the problem was taken care of. But she knew that Draco hated that side of him. Hated himself for what he put others through. For years after the battle, he had little to no problem with his facade of killing people. And he did it all. But the years wore thin on him, and he suddenly found himself drowning within his own mind. Feeling he never truly deserved love or happiness. She used to fear he'd snap, and all that care within him, would just go away. All emotion would leave him and he'd turn into something terrible. She knew if he lost Dru, that may be the tipping point. He didn't know it, but she did, that he was falling in love. And it would be the death of him.

"I'm going to shower." Pansy abruptly stated, as she jumped up from her seat and went into the bathroom.

The three of the boys sat there in their silence, for a few moments, when a roaring from Draco's fireplace caused them all to jump, drawing their wands and preparing for whoever may emerge out of it. But, a familiar face appeared and they lowered them. "Jesus, Goyle, what the hell are you doing here?" Draco asked, feeling a relief wash over him. But Goyle didn't respond. He eyed each of them, clearly not taking into account that the Malfoy boy could have company. But he took his chances, raising his wand and hurling a spell toward Draco.

"Imperio!" He shouted, but Draco was far quicker than him, ducking under it. Blaise shot back, causing Goyle to collapse onto the floor.

"What the fuck?" Theo stepped back. "Why the hell did Goyle come in here firing shit at you?"

"How the hell would I know, Nott? I haven't spoken to him since I left!" Draco snapped, lifting Goyle by his collar and shoving him into the chair Blaise always sat in. Slapping him a few times on the cheek, Goyle regained some sort of consciousness. But Blaise had restricted him with magical bonds. Draco's wand was pointed under his chin, and he stared at his old classmate in confusion.

"Look, mate, you got the wrong idea." Goyle tried to explain, weakly.

"Oh, coming at me with an unforgivable curse is a wrong idea?" Draco scoffed, with his voice raising an octave. The bathroom door now opened with a bang, and Pansy wrapped in a robe, came waltzing out.

"What is going on out here?- Goyle?" She too, was lost. "Why've you lot got Goyle tied to a bloody chair?" She wasn't understanding exactly what she was seeing.

"He tried to imperio Draco!" Theo told her.

"Malfoy, listen, I can explain," Goyle tried to say.

"Crucio." Pansy shot at him and the boys looked up at her, wondering why she did that. "Sorry, I've just always wanted an excuse to do that to him. Kids always driven me nuts."

"Jesus, Pans, put your wand away." Blaise told her. "Draco's got this." She lowered her wand and approached Goyle in his chair.

"Look, I was told to come here and take you out,"

"Like on a date? You've got a weird way of getting dates, mate." Theo interrupted. Draco rolled his eyes at Theo's ignorance. Poor kid was never the brightest.

"No, hell, I'm not— no." Goyle shook his head, breathing heavily and trying to focus. His mind was like electrified wires, sparking all over the place, causing his body to convulse in intervals.

"God, Pans, you broke him." Blaise snapped.

"I did no such thing! He'll shake it off."

"I— I was sent here to," Goyle tried to breath but he was breaking apart.

"Come on, Goyle, hold it together." Draco insisted, slapping his face again to jolt him awake.

"To kill Draco."

"Yes, we kind of understood that the first time. Except Theo obviously." Pansy crossed her arms over her chest.

"Who sent you?" Draco questioned again. Even if he figured he knew the answer. Goyle wasn't the smartest, and never has been. So him showing up via floo to assassinate Draco, even with his friends present, wasn't exactly a surprise. He really could be that thick. "Who sent you?" Draco repeated.

"Rodol- Rodo- Rodol-,"

"Rodolphus. Of course." Draco leaned back. "What'd he do? Offer you a higher position for the dark lord? Money?" Goyle nodded. Money. Ever since Goyle's father died, and his mother disappeared, Goyle had been strapped for money for a while now. It was bound to happen he jump on an opportunity like this. And who better to sweeten the deal than Rodolphus himself. Draco's number one threat. Pansy couldn't take it anymore. She had always hated Goyle and they were going to have to kill him anyways, so she decided to take some of her pent up anger out on him now before then.

"Crucio!" She shouted. And just as the words came out, and the tip of her wand lit up, the door opened. And three people were staring at the scene, in disbelief.