One shots-Draco Malfoy

Bar night part 2

"It was nice to see you Draco, I've really missed you". Those are the eleven words I have repeated in my head for a month. I should call her. Four more words that I have repeated to myself. You have a wife. Four more words that I'm not so fond off but still have repeated to myself.

As soon as I left the bar, I fished my phone out of my pocket and added y/n as one of my contacts. I wiped the number from my hand, as much as I didn't want to. What would have I said to my wife. "It's from a woman who I wish could take your place. The one you hated in school."

Bet she would have loved that answer. Bet she would love that I'm calling that woman now. The moment she leaves my house for a visit to her sister, I'm calling the woman who my wife hates. Don't worry she hates you too, dear.

"y/n," I now remember that I was calling her as she picks up.

"Hi, y/n. It's me, Draco," I instantly regret what I said. Way to sound stupid, Draco.

"Draco," her voice sounds cheerful when she says my name. I don't think Astoria has ever sound so happy to say my name.

"I was thinking, that you would never call," she says trough the phone while I straighten my back.

"Guess I was just waiting for the right moment," I try to relax while I gather the words I want to say to her.

"Waiting for a moment when your wife isn't home?" she ask, her voice filled with mischief. The same mischief that always teased her friends.

"How did-" she cuts me off with a small chuckle, that gives me chills.

"Daphne mentioned that my best friend was visiting her this week. That literally how she said it. 'y/n, your bestie is coming for a visit so come by the house when you have time'," I'm smiling at her as she quotes her friend.

"It's great that your friends know what you like," I say to her as I walk to my sofa.

"When it comes to the dates they put me trough they really don't know what I like," she says and I tense. She's seeing people. What did I expect. Of course, she's seeing people.

"You're seeing people?" I still let it out from my mouth. She only hums.

"My mother would love for me to be married already but she knows I won't get into a arranged marriage. So I promised her that I would look for someone to marry. Though I don't believe that's gonna work," she says with a sigh.

"Why not?" I ask, not knowing what else should we talk about.

"I don't think looking works for love. I mean it feels weird to look for someone to love. I mean you look your keys and phone, like mundane stuff. Love isn't mundane, I mean a part of it is but not like that. It feels more like a fate thing. Not that I believe in fate. I mean of course I do but you know," she finishes and I'm smiling again.

"You are all over the place y/n y/l/n and that's adorable," I laugh into the phone as I lean down on my back. She laughs back a quiet 'I know' and we pick up our conversation.

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It's been two days since I called y/n and now I'm getting ready for her visit. She said that she'll come with a bottle of wine that we can drink while she's all over the place. It's kinda like a thing to us. When she has to put her thoughts into words it's a mess, because she doesn't know how to put her thoughts into words. I relate to her on that.

I hear a knock from the door, heading towards it as I button up my shirt. I push the door open, finishing the last four buttons.

"Sorry, got little busy," her eyes leave my chest and she plants that lovely smile on her face.

"It's fine," she says, looking more up at me than she should, since she's one step lower than me.

"Come in," I make room for her to step into my house. Her arm brushes against my chest as she walks past me. She places the wine onto a table and takes her jacket off as her eyes study my house. I take her jacket from her and place it on a hanger.

"It still looks the same," she says gesturing to my house. She's been here before. We were in the same circle and she was my then best friends girlfriend.

"Haven't had the need to change it," I say grabbing the wine and placing my hand on her lower back, guiding her to my kitchen.

"It's beautiful. It's always been beautiful," her eyes scan the decor while mine are looking at her.

"Yeah, beautiful," I say before pulling my gaze from her and towards the direction we are headed.

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It's been two hours since y/n arrived and I've laughed more than I've laughed with my wife for two years. We've finished the bottle of wine and we are sitting outside on the patio floor, looking over the garden.

It's dark now but the moon and stars light up the sky. I love that they are out, because I've learned that she likes looking at them. We've been quiet for five minutes and all that time she's had her eyes to the sky. I almost feel jealous of them but the pure look of bliss on her face makes up for it.

"Have you ever thought about how many stars there are?" she breaks the silence and turns her face to mine. She finds me already looking at her and that makes her look at her feet.

"Haven't everybody?" now I turn my head to the sky and away from her.

"Do we see all of the same ones or do the people on the other side of the world have other stars to look at?" she asks and I can feel her eyes on me.

"I've never thought about that," I admit, keeping my gaze from her.

"They are really magical even when they are a normal thing really," she says and it makes me realize just how much I like the way she thinks. I hum to her going into my thoughts.

"I'd like to kiss you but you have a wife," she says and my head snaps to her direction. I really like the way she thinks.

"I would have kissed you three years ago but you had a boyfriend," she tilts her head at that and it makes me really not want to have a wife.

"I would have wanted you to kiss me three years ago but I had a boyfriend," she says and her eyes might say that she too really wishes that I didn't have a wife.

"I'd still like to kiss you even though I have a wife," I say to her and she bites her lip.

"I really wish I could bring myself to kiss a man who has a wife," she says and I realize just how good of a person she really is.

"You'll be the fist I'll call if I get a divorce," I say, letting my eyes admire her. She looks at me for a minute before giving me a kiss on the cheek. She pushes herself to her feet and makes her way to the door leading inside.

"I've really missed you, y/n," I say still looking up to the sky. She doesn't say anything but I know she heard me. I hear the door close and I wish those are going to be the five words she repeats to herself.

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AN: Is it annoying when I do authors notes. Hope not but I like doing them. I really didn't know how to make a second part of this but I did something and I don't know do I like it or not. I do love it when somebody asks for a second part though. Anyways hope you guys liked it.