Here it is guys. The promised chapter that I've been working on for like, 103 years. I apologize for it taking so long. I tried to post it a couple days ago but it kept glitching so i gave up and im trying again now :) i love you guys, i hope you enjoy it!!
So without further ado, i present to you,
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You Break Up With: Draco
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(also, quick warning, theres a bit of potty language in this one. I usually hate cussing when i write, but hey, i got caught up in the moment)
It was normal for Draco to come home late every once and a while. He would go out with his friends, or stay at work a little longer to get extra stuff done. Sometimes he just decided to stay over at Blaise's. But he always told you where he was.
Tonight was different.
He wasnt home yet, and there were no messages from him. At all. You nervously look out the window again and check for any owls.
Nothin.
Sighing, you pull yourself away from the chair you had pulled next to the wall and push it back to where it was supposed to be.
"Get yourself together, Y/N." you say out loud, as you glance at the clock. Its about 9pm. "He's fine. Probably just got held back at work."
You yawn as you walk up the stairs to your room and change into your pajamas. You flop down onto the bed, and fall asleep in seconds.
Much later, you wake up to crashing downstairs. You roll over to check the time. 3am.
You quietly pad down the stairs and stop at the doorway to the living room, where Draco is trying to be stealthy and get to the kitchen without making a sound. he's failing. He stubs his bare toe on the corner of the couch and curses under his breath.
You flick the lights on and place a hand on your hip.
"Draco Malfoy, why the hell are you home so late?!"
He winces at both the sudden brightness of the lights, and the anger in your voice.
"Hey, baby." he says.
"Dont you 'hey baby' me!" you say, your voice getting a little bit louder.
"Whats got you so upset?" he asks, nonchalantly, as he drops himself on the couch.
"Where were you?!"
"I was out"
"I can see that, Draco! I can fucking see that 'you were out'!" youre yelling now, using your hands to emphasize your emotions.
"Why are you so mad?" he yells back, getting up from the couch and walking towards you.
"Because you didnt even tell me where you were! And then you come home at 3 in the fucking morning banging around down here, trying to be fucking stealthy when its obvious youre probably drunk, because you were Merlin knows where doing Merlin knows what all fucking night!" you scream, voice getting louder with every word.
"Why should i have to tell you where i am all the time?" he yells back. "You're not my damn mother, Y/N! You dont need to keep tabs on me! Im a grown man, you dont need to know my every move!"
Tears stream down your cheeks. You don't know if its because of what he just said, or if its because hes right, but youre very close to breaking down right then and there.
"At least tell me where you went" you whisper, tired of all the yelling.
He doesn't answer.
"Draco." you look him dead in the eye, but he shifts his gaze to the floor.
"Im leaving." you say, starting up the stairs.
"Good. At least then I'll be free to do whatever i want"
You stop, and dont face him when you say, "no, Draco. Im leaving. Im not coming back."
He doesnt say anything.
Knowing that he doesnt care, he doesnt need you, hes better off without you, you continue to walk up the stairs and gather your stuff. You grab your hoodie and keys and go back down to the living room.
Sliding the soft cotton jumper over your head, you walk back to the front door and twist the knob, pulling the door open. Immediately, youre met with the face of an unfamiliar woman, hand raised as if she was about to knock.
"Oh im sorry, im looking for Draco Malfoy? He left his coat." she says, pulling her perfectly manicured hand back and holding up Draco's coat with her other one.
Tears threaten to spill from your eyes again, but you hold them back. You broke up 5 minutes ago, and he already has someone else. You angrily push past her, making sure to shove her with your shoulder as you walk by.
