Draco was tired.
He didn't feel like working on his letters for his work, but he had to since he did not exactly know what to do.
His father cut him off, his kids are staying with him, and His lover stormed off after a heated argument.
He hated his job, it was so draining and made him extremely tired. He always got blood shot eyes whenever he finished his work. It only got worse once he turned into a widower.
He wanted to rest, he really did. His hands were getting sloppy and he was slowly falling asleep. Yet here he was, writing letters and proposing bussiness deals for his coworkers. He hated them, why was he the one chosen to cover for then while they were on vacation? This wasn't in his specialty range.
He turned his gaze towards the empty bed that usually contained his partner, Odysseus.
He was probably in a bar, or with his family.
He was not going to lie, he hates Penelope and Telemachus with a burning passion. They were the reason why his Beloved did not spend as much time with him then he should.
He scoffed at the thought, jealousy was not an attractive feature on him.
He thought about going after Odysseus, telling him they could be together if he ditched his family. If he was being heartless, then so be it. But Draco Malfoy is not one to mess with, especially if you're sharing what's meant to be his.
He recalled the day he met Odysseus.
It was sweet, in a drunken bar with a few of his friends from Hogwarts. He was just recently a widower, and to say that he was drunk was an understatement.
It was a haze, a fever dream. He couldn't remember the details of the event. All he remembered was the sweet scent of cologne and lips that tasted like ripe oranges in the sunny weather.
He knew his hair was messy, and his moves were sloppy. The laughter was something he could never forget. The cheers of his friends telling him to shoot his shot was ingraved in his memory.
He mentioned he had a wife and a son soon after the improper make out session.
He didn't care back then, as long as he was his when it came to it. He was Draco's at the end of the day.
He felt Odysseus had a tang of guilt hidden underneath those dark brown eyes. He didn't really care, all he wanted to focus on was the feeling he knew all too well.
Just thinking of Odysseus made Draco sick. He was lovesick.
And so, when the ink dried on the last letter he wore his coat and headed out of the front door with keys and a torch light in hand.
He was going to search for Odysseus in the only place he knew he would go.
And so ventured in the moonlight searching for his love, with only the moon and a small light to guide his way through the rough patches of dirt. And then, he saw a light from afar.
It wasn't coming from any of his sources, so he knew he was near. He raced towards the entrance of the tiny bar and opened the wooden door to see many men and women drinking.
The scent was something he was familiar with. He spent all of his life it, whether it be in the dinner halls of the Malfoy manor or his father's office, he always found it somehow.
He got a hold of himself from running and simply walked to the blaring lights of the tables, and he saw a figure.
He saw his Odysseus.
He was laughing, what was he laughing about? What was so funny that he wasted his breath on it? He saw Odysseus glaring up to see him, and then laughing even harder. And with that, he registered that he was not laughing because he found something funny, but he was laughing at Draco.
“What are you doing here?” sat out Odysseus.
His dark curls were messy, just like his state. He was holding a glass of beer and shaking it around making it clang together with the ice.
“I came here to see you.” Draco replied “I'm sorry.”
Odysseus rolled his eyes “And you do not even know what you are sorry about? And yet you are still apologizing for it? Have you no shame, Draco?”
He said with so much hate that it almost made Draco's heart break. He wanted to cry, but men do not cry. He must stay strong.
“I'm sorry for forgetting our one year anniversary.” h
Draco said after what felt like forever.
Music was blaring on and on in the background of their argument, and people in the bar did not even seem to oat attention to their argument. It must happen so much that they have chosen to ignore it.
“I shall not forgive you easily.” Odysseus said.
It was true, he never really forgives anyone with such grace.
“But will you forgive me if I told you I loved you?” Draco said, as he eventually sat down in the chair closest to Odysseus.
“I may.” he said. Draco was lucky that he has a free pass of being a person he loved. Even though he would prefer it would be ‘The’ instead of ‘A’. He hated being second place.
“I need to tell you something.”
The golden rays hit Draco's face as he wakes from his bed. He feels a body and it's warmth right beside him.
He wakes Odysseus up and they start packing. It was early, six AM to be precise. He looked to his lover and they run to the door together after dressing.
They went through a lot. They deserved this. He kissed those lips his one last time before they order a ticket for a ferry.
They were going to Alabama. They were going to start a new life.
Just Draco and Odysseus. No one named Penelope and Telemachus to bother their time.
And with that, they rode on the ferry and watched as the waves tried to avoid Odysseus.
They were finally together. Just them.