Chasing Reality

It's Too Late To Apologise

Blaise walked into the manor to find Draco sprawled on the couch. He sighed.
"Drake, there's no use living out the rest of your life in misery. Move on." Blaise pleaded.
Malfoy didn't answer.
"Here are the things you wanted. Although I don't know why you couldn't have gotten it yourself. You aren't paralysed, you know? Paralysis is the last thing that could happen to you." The Italian ranted and rolled his eyes.
Talking to Draco was no different from talking to a wall, he thought to himself.
Zabini sat opposite the blond wizard.
"I saw Granger today." Blaise said randomly.
"So?" Malfoy countered, a little annoyed. As if that had anything to do with his life.
"I apologised for being such a dick. I was surprised she forgave me."
"I don't care!" Draco said, frustrated.
But his conscience knew, he did care.
How could he attain the redemption he needed from this hell without their forgiveness?
"Geez Malfoy! Calm the fuck down okay?!" Blaise yelled and stood up abruptly.
Draco sighed and stood up too.
"I'm sorry mate. I really am.
I'm just a little frustrated. With my dad dead and all.." Draco tried apologising but the excuse sounded stupid even to his own ears.
"Is that so? My mother died just a month ago, Draco. You know how much I loved her. But she's gone anyway. It doesn't mean I use that as an excuse to go around acting like a bastard to the people who care about me. You were never really that close to your father anyway Malfoy." He concluded angrily.
Draco opened his mouth to reply but shut it when he realised that what Blaise said was right.
Blaise shook his head and walked out of the manor, slamming the door behind him.

Draco Malfoy was a horrible person. He was a monster. No matter how many people told him otherwise. He had to fix it. All of it.
Blaise was one of the only people in his life he could count on, except his mother, of course. He did everything, from running small errands for him, to managing Malfoy enterprises while he sat at home wallowing in self-pity and agony.
He stood up to follow Blaise but stepped on a shard of glass from a broken bottle of fire whiskey.
"Fuck!" He muttered as he pulled the piece out of his foot, drawing blood with it. He reached out for his wand but realised he'd left it in his room.
"Della!" Malfoy called out to his house elf, who apparated with a crack.
"Oh dear! Master is hurt!"
"Get me my wand." Draco ordered. "Della will bring master his wand." She said and left, only to reappear a second later with the wand.

He fixed his leg quickly and his thoughts shifted back to Blaise and how easily he was able to befriend even his worst enemies in a heartbeat.
He needed to apologise to Blaise first, he thought as he limped to his room to tidy up his appearance.

What had he done?