My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 10

"Sit down." His Mother says, giving him that look, just brief enough so he could see and obey. Draco forced himself to sit. They took away his wheelchair, so he couldn't stand long anyway. No trace of medicines, no trace of his condition.

Not to mention he was forced into wearing some fancy suit as if he was getting married. Oh... wait.

"Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass." He greets, just because it's polite, nodding at the 2 girls. No smile, because he didn't like any bit of this. He hated this, in fact. In silence they ate their food, the adults buzzing away about some new stocks or whatever. Each course passed extremely slowly, painfully slowly, the silence awkward and tense.

"Well, Daphne. Start talking." Her mother probes. Draco wished they were in the same high school, so she would've known he has a Boyfriend and would stop looking at him like that. Her Sister wasn't any better, anyway. What was this? He gets to pick one, or something?

"Do you like to do anything?" Astoria, her younger Sister, asks instead.

"Painting and sketching." Draco replies simply, making it a point to look at his dessert instead of any of them.

"Actually, he takes a liking into business as well." His Father says, the tone polite, but he knew that was his second warning.

"Ah... takes off you, I see." Mr. Greengrass laughs, pouring more red wine into his glass. Draco desperately needed that bottle of wine down his throat if this was going to continue for what seemed like an eternity. "Politician in the making, no? Soft spoken, sweet boy, though."

"Told him many times to open up more already." He chirps, putting a hand on his shoulder. Warning 3. "A little too introverted for his own good."

"Maybe a girl can help with that. Boys change very easily, you know." They 4 of them laugh, the 2 girls trying to join in and failing terribly. Draco excuse himself to the bathroom quickly, unable to stand it anymore. He needed to vent, to talk, but his phone was confiscated for this dinner.

"Cecelia, please." He begged one of the servants in the house. "Phone."

"Master Malfoy won't allow it." Draco's legs was shaking from the amount of pressure it wasn't able to take as he clung on the walls for support.

"I'm only calling Pansy. Please. 5 minutes." He says, sighing in relief when the phone is put into his hands. Immediately he makes it to the bathroom, locking the door and dialing in the number while sitting on the toilet bowl before he actually collapses.

"Ceci? Is Draco okay?" Pansy asks through the phone, extremely worried.

"It's Draco." He whispers. "I'm fine. I just need to talk to someone."

"Your parents?" She asks, knowing him well. "Finding your peace in the toilet?"

"They are arranging my marriage now. With 2 bimbos. I can't even." Draco hisses. "I miss Harry."

"It's only been 40 hours, needy Boyfriend." Pansy giggles. "How long more?"

"God knows how long. I've been sitting there since 6." He complains, staring at the clock, it's hour hand pointing at the 'VIII' mark. "They hid my medication, my wheelchair, all the little things that make me the imperfect Son."

"Oh, goodness." She says with a hint of sympathy. "You feel okay?"

"Not too good. I'm late on the medicine." Draco admits. "I can't stand properly after making it all the way to the toilet. My heart is doing this weird little shitty pumps that tells me I need the fucking pill."

"Relax a little, okay?" Pansy advises. "It's because you're agitated. At least that's what Hermione's medical notes say." They were on a study date, of course. Draco should've been with them.

"Breathe, Draco." Hermione speaks loudly through the phone. "How long can you hold on?"

"I don't know. I got sent to the hospital the last time this thing happened. And that's with the pill, on time." He murmurs. A bunch of blurry noises happen before Harry's muffled voice goes through the speaker.

"Draco? Are you okay?"

"Harry." He grips the phone tightly. "You're with them?"

"Blaise called me and his speaker is right next to Pansy's phone which is calling you. I think." Harry says. The background was full of screaming, sounds of smashing glass and falling cabinets. "Draco, do you want me to go over?"

"Where are you? Is it safe?" He asks instead. "Are you safe?"

"I'm fine. At home." He replies. "Tell me you're okay."

"I'll pull through." Draco says without certainty. "I miss you."

"Hold on a while. We meet tomorrow, in school." Harry tells him. "I'll bring you out."

"Oi! Your obsession with your Girlfriend is getting out of hand!" An old woman screams over his voice. "Kids nowadays! Back in my day, we didn't have phones, we waited months for a letter, I tell you. Months!"

"You told her I'm a girl?" Draco asks, confused.

"No, it's because Pansy called me first. Now anyone who asks for me instantly becomes my Girlfriend." He explains, whispering into the phone.

"Oh, okay. Remember our date. I got to go and the old woman sounds mad." He says. They say their quick goodbyes and then hang up. Yeah, it felt better to finally talk to Harry.

Draco goes back to his seat, feeling slightly better. There wasn't any more conversation that involved him, thank the lord. They leave an hour later, his parents politely sending them out. Draco couldn't give a damn, just landing himself on his wheelchair that he has grown quite reliant and fond of, demanding for his pill which came seconds later, the nurse doing full checks on him, knowing his body may snap anytime.

"Nice girls, right? Which one do you like?" His Father asks, paying no attention to the pain. "When should we arrange the second date?"

"I don't know, Father. Maybe you should decide by yourselves, since you never cared about my opinion." Draco murmurs bitterly.

"What is with your attitude? Don't make me scold you now."

"I'm just stating facts. You never respect my decisions."

"That's not true, sweetheart. We respect the good ones." His Mother says, calming her Husband down.

"I don't think so. You've already made up your minds what you want to hear. If I say something out of script, you say it's a bad decision. And if it's in there, then it's a good decision." He says honestly. "I know you do business and politics, Father. But I am not an object. There you are, trying to package me into the perfect Son, hiding away all the ugly sides of me to others like I'm some defected goods-"

"I never said that!" His Father raises his voice. "You think I'll allow you take up arts, if not?!"

"I had to beg, Father. You only agreed because my heart couldn't take it and I was stuck in the hospital for 3 weeks after our fight." Draco reminds them. "I don't understand why you can't let me date someone who loves me the way I am, who accepted all of me." A wine glass gets thrown on the ground, the shards cutting his arms and cheek.

"Lucius!" His Mother screams, the nurse rushing in to tend to his wounds immediately. Draco pushes her away, bearing a cold, hard look in his eyes. He spins himself around on the wheelchair, getting himself to his bedroom and locking the door.