No Grey

Chapter 1

Before you begin reading I have a few things to point out.

As I've said in my other book, I will not be making a sequel, sorry to those who would want one. This is not a Dramione story it is about Draco and another Slytherin girl. I will listen to your opinions but not to ones of pure hate. Honestly no one would be reading my book if it sucks so let's be smart about this. If you have my other book, thank you for joining me once again. If you are new to my books, welcome and please check out my other book if youre interested in Draco Malfoy stories cause let's be real it's Draco we're talking about here. Lastly and most important of all do not skip through my a/n's like honestly people, I will only have one if it is something important.
Enjoy

-J

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"Another firewhiskey please." Draco calls after the waitress. No longer than two minutes later she brings him his firewhiskey. Draco chugs it down until the foam is the only thing touching his lips. He places the cup down harder than anticipated causing the other glasses to jump on the table. Draco looks down and mentally counts the glasses.

One, two, three, four, five, ten...nope still five. I'm seeing double. He chuckles to himself while struggling to stand up from his chair causing him to grip tightly onto the table. Finally steadying himself, Draco throws money down onto the table and stumbles out of The Three Brooksticks and decides to walk, or rather stumble around for a bit.

"Why do I do this?" Draco asks himself. He reminds himself every time why he gets drunk. To forget. Forget about the rumors forget about the talking forget about everyone.

"No one m-matters anymore Draco. M-mum and Dad are dead. Damn well d-dead. You did nothing to stop it you self absorbed prick. Everyone h-hates you!" He yells at his fullest nearly tripping over a rock in his path.

Draco glares at the circular object, "Bloody rock."

Stumbling on a bit more Draco decides to go back to Hogwarts and apparates to his desired destination.

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Sitting quietly on a bench outside Madam Pudifoots Tea Shop Emmeline flips through the pages of a well read book. Reading over the words again, her fingers trail along the curled, yellowing corners of the pages. She's read this book as many times as her mother once did.

Across from her, The Three Broomsticks door flies wide open. Draco Malfoy has a hard time walking as he turns right and starts up the road.

"Why do I do this?" She hears him ask himself, the same question she's asked herself the many times she's seen Draco stumble out the bar. Her eyes follow his retreating figure.

"No one m-matters anymore Draco. M-mum and Dad are dead. Damn well d-dead. You did nothing to stop it you self absorbed prick. Everyone h-hates you!" He yells at himself.

Although Emmeline is a Slytherin herself, she feels terrible every time she sees Draco like this. He doesn't deserve it. No one would take the time to see that he has changed from the war, not even his used to be best friends. She shakes her head in sorrow.

His quiet leaf crunching footsteps and incoherent words die out as he finally apparates back to Hogwarts leaving Emmeline alone with only the sound of swaying trees in the fall night.

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Draco walks into his bathroom staring intently at himself in the mirror. Bloodshot grey eyes stare back at him.

"Drunk bastard." He mumbles and decides to shower.

After about 15 minutes he saunters out the bathroom and falls face flat on his bed, lazily covering himself with his blanket before his steady breaths quietly ring out through the room.