A whole week had passed. No contact with Y/n, and it drove Draco crazy.
"I thought you weren't hosting a Christmas party this year Draco?" Theo asked as they sat in their compartment on the way home for the holidays.
Draco didn't take his eyes off the window. "My mother wanted to host it." He said in the most boring voice.
His mother Narcissa Black took the liberty of visiting the manor whenever she wanted, and to even host parties, even though she didn't live there anymore and instead lived in a small villa near the Black manor. Draco always told himself he didn't mind.
"Mathew's going to be there." Blaise complained. "Though you beat him to a pulp last week."
"Yeah." Draco muttered, sliding down a bit in his seat. Still, he looked out the window.
It was silent the rest of the way, often, Theo and Blaise talked. Draco didn't engage.
"Welcome home!" His mother kissed him on the cheek and helped him with his bags using magic. Draco only greeted her with an awkward and brief smile.
"Theo, Blaise, hello!" She smiled as she ushered them in. They smiled. "Thanks Narcissa," Blaise greeted as he entered. Already, the ballroom was decorated to how Draco's mother liked.
"I'll be in my room." Draco muttered as he dragged himself up the long staircase to his normal room. It was just how he left it. Dusty, untouched.
He never went down to dinner, only sleeping in.
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A knock was heard on his door. He didn't answer and Theo had let himself in. It was already 5 minutes into the Christmas party.
"Draco—"
"—I told you, I'm not going." Draco interrupted, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette. He inhaled from it again.
"Draco, L/n's here,"
He sat up almost immediately. "What?"
Theo nodded. He had a drink in his hand. "She's down there with Pansy and Daphne."
"What?" Draco mumbled to himself, getting up out of bed to find his suit. He quickly stomped on his cigarette.
"And she's talking to your mother.."
"What?!" Draco asked again in surprise, turning around in the middle of putting his pants on.
He took his shirt off and started buttoning up his dress shirt. Theo took a small step forward but he was still by the doorway.
"And Callist has been staring at her ever since he arrived."
"Are you serious?" Draco didn't look happy.
"Thank goodness you can say words other than 'what', I was starting to worry." Theo joked.
Draco had made himself look presentable and went to his dresser, putting on two of his rings.
He was about to make his way out when Theo stopped him. "Woah, you never go out like that."
"Like what?" Draco asked, impatient already.
"With your hair not brushed, it's messy."
Draco put a hand through it. "But it still looks good, right?"
"Yeah you look great, but you never—"
"—alright thanks," Draco pat him on the shoulder and moved him to the side, opening the door to make his way down the long corridor.
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Betting On Her (d.m x reader)
Romance"Draco?" Y/n asked again, stopping again when Daphne had pulled her a few feet away. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he shut it. Pure regret was only written in his eyes. He had no excuse. He did it, and now he had to face the consequ...
