Fuck

The remainder of the week he came in early, alone, left early, alone, and stayed home, alone.

He sat at home and did nothing but grade papers and read.

And think of absolutely nothing, Lena fucking periwinkle.

It was Saturday night and Theo burst through his door, Draco looked up from his stack of assignments, groaning. “What now?”

“We are going out.” Theo practically screamed, dancing around his den, overflowing with entirely too much excitement. “tonight.”

“Absolutely not happening.” Draco said with a heartless laugh, going right back to his papers.

Theo did something bold, swiping all his belongings right off the desktop. “Yes, we are. Do you know what today is?”

“Theo! What the fuck—“

“Tonight,” Theo continued, talking right over him. “Tonight is the night, my friend, that you get laid.”

“Lena is still married.”

“Who gives a shit!? Is Lena going to be out in London at this pop up club tonight?”

“What the hell do you have in mind—“ Draco began to argue back with him. Then it dawned on him just what Theo was doing, “you can’t be—“

“Muggle town!”

—

After Hogwarts, after the battle, after everything, Theo and Draco started doing some daring things in retaliation to years of torment. Whenever they could, the two would sneak away to muggle world, brazenly pushing the boundaries each step they took further into the city.

They’d not done it since the Astoria thing happened, he became too scared that somebody would find out. For what reason he didn’t know.

But oddly enough it was what he needed to feel whole again. To feel fucking normal.

He liked not being the Draco Malfoy of the Malfoy family. He liked that nobody knew him or his fucking father. He liked that he didn’t have to use magic, he didn’t get stared at when he walked into rooms, he could just be Draco without being Draco.

The club that Theo took him to wasn’t the best he’d been to, wasn’t even close to the best, but it was dark and loud and filled to the brim with people who had no idea who he was. He felt free again.

Theo found a guy that was just his type, mysterious, tattooed and slightly unhinged. Draco found himself in the middle of a dance floor, jumping up and down with the crowd to the music. Feeling every beat, every pulse, everything at once.

At first when he’d done it, it’d been intimidating, and fucking terrifying, too. But now… now it just felt right.

A girl had been near him, dancing her heart out, not even caring about him, or so he thought. “I haven’t seen you around, are you from here?”

“London’s a big place!” He shouted back at her, repeating himself in her ear when she pulled him forward.

Her head tossed back as she laughed aloud. He wished he could’ve heard it. She took him by the hand and dragged him to the front of the stage. “Dance with me stranger!”

He danced with her in a way that should’ve made him harder than a rock, that should’ve sent him wild, it should’ve done anything. And when she kissed his neck he went frigid. Trying to push through, he kissed her back, and it was wrong. It was all so wrong, it disgusted him beyond words.

“I’m sorry!” He shouted at her and turned around, leaving the pit, leaving the club, leaving everything—even Theo who, in his defense, seemed quite capable of staying.

The street was empty, it was a few blocks from Diagon Alley and the neighborhood was usually this quiet. He decided he’d walk back to his world, crawling on his hands and knees like the beaten down man that he was.

And then she was there. Right there, right when he’d walked through the morphing brick wall.

Her dress was the color of his emerald ring that he kept around his neck, strapless and unnerving. Her hair fell down her back loosely, showing off every inch he’d ever imagined. Even her jewelry choice sent shivers down his spine. It all started a fire in the pit of his stomach.

“Lena,” he breathed recklessly.

She faced him full on, revealing a cigarette dangling between her fingers. Her eyes went wide when she noticed him, instantly dropping the cigarette and stomping it out. “Draco! What are you—“

“You look beautiful tonight,” he gushed stupidly, drunkenly. “What are you—“

“Hey!” A man shouted nonchalantly, appearing practically out of thin air. And then Draco realized she'd been at the leaky cauldron with him. Judging by the man's attire, by his style, Draco knew. “Thought you were only coming out for a smoke.”

“Thomas,” Lena began. “This is Draco, my coworker.”

He looked at her and took one look at Draco, then scoffed. “This is the coworker?”

“Nice to meet you, Thomas.” Draco said, his words oozing with sarcasm. “Have a good night, Lena.”

With his hands stuffed deep into his pockets he apparated off to his house.

—

The next morning he awoke with a pounding headache, from all the sugary muggle drinks Theo talked him into drinking.

He laid there, still for a while, watching Lena snap her head around at him in the way she did on a constant loop in his head. And no matter how hard he tried, all he could focus on was that damned dress and the way she looked all done up. His woes sneaked into his dreams, filling them with dirty thoughts of him ripping that dress right down the middle. Of him tearing it off in every way possible. Each time he ripped at it, a new dress appeared where the old tattered one was. Finally he awoke in a rage.

He’d been sitting there ever since, just waiting for the sun to rise, waiting to feel good about walking out his door to let scotch out. Dreading work the following day.

Draco decided to be lazy, to let scotch go out alone. He knew his way, the yard was big, he would be fine.

And when it’d been an hour and he still wasn’t back, he still told himself the dog was fine.

But when it’d been three hours, he got worried.

Cursing himself, nearly pulling his own hair out for being so fucking stupid. The one normal, the one constant, the one good fucking thing in his life was scotch.

He ran around the entire town, knocking on every single person's door. Practically breaking them down with anticipation.

As if enough irony and shit-shows hadn’t magically happened already, he got to Lena's house. Standing across the street chain-smoking cigarettes in the drizzle.

Debating whether or not it was worth it to even ask or if it just made him look desperate.

“I’ve got your dog!” She shouted from her now open window. “And I’m not coming down!”
“So, you’re holding him hostage?” Draco shouted back from the street.

“I guess I am.” She slammed the window shut and he walked up to the door and walked right in.

He knocked on her studio door and heard her yell for him to come in.

There she sat on the couch in a pair of tattered jean shorts and a ripped jumper, scotch nestled up perfectly in her lap. “You really should take better care of him, he’s been here for a long time.”

“And you never thought to walk him back?” He asked bluntly, leaning against the doorframe in the open entryway.

“It was raining.”

“Ah,” Draco said, whistling for Scotch who popped up, but didn’t budge. “Scotch, come on boy. It's time to go!”

“Draco,” she shouted at him, snapping his attention right to her eyes. “Let me explain—“

“—it’s okay, Lena, you don’t have to. you don’t owe me anything.”

“I gave my ring back,” she said calmly. “I wanted him to see how good I looked without him.”

“And the whole coworker thing?” He scoffed. “The way he ordered you around like you were his good little wife?”

“We met for drinks, so I could give him the ring, so I could give him an explanation!”

“And the coworker thing?” He repeated again, stepping further into the apartment.

“I told him I didn’t love him anymore, that I didn’t want him!”

“And the fucking coworker thing, bloody fucking merlin, answer me!” He shouted, repeating himself for the last time.

She stood up, “I told him there was a guy! I told him it was you, okay?!” She shouted back, fire engulfing the both of them. “Are you fucking happy? I’m embarrassed enough as it is—“

“—you told him—“ Draco scoffed. “You told him there was—“ he rubbed his lips roughly, “fucking hell, woman.”

“I know, I know—“

“—no,” he shouted sternly. “You do not know anything, Lena. you run, you hide, you lie and twist truths. You involve me in this whole fucking mess—“

“—well what if I wanted to?” She fired back at him quickly, standing firmly cemented in her spot.

“Wanted to what?” He shouted, pissed off now, talking with his hands, practically pacing the doorway. “Want to fuck with my head, drive me crazy, what did you want?”

“I want you.”

The words hit him like a million bricks, flattening him right out. Stunning him into oblivion.

“I’m twenty three, I’ve already been in and out of a marriage, I’m no damn saint. I’m tired of running from shit—“

“—you ran right from Thomas, and straight into me—“

“—would you shut the fuck up and let me talk!” She shouted back at him. He sat stunned that the woman had so much fire and aggression hidden away in that body of hers. An anomaly. And it drove him further into oblivion. “I wasn’t happy with him, I never had conversations with him, we never hung out, we did those things in the most bland ways. But with you… you’re great. And you’re important to me, and part of me wanted to use that against him. I wanted to make him feel pain. I wanted to rub it in, okay, fucking sue me—“

Draco moved faster than the speed of light, reaching for her face, kissing her with all the passion and fury and intensity he had in his body. It was right. Everything about it. Her tongue, her soft lips, the way she tasted like wine and salt mixed with bad decisions.

Before he knew it she was in his arms, they were on the couch, the door had been slammed shut, everything happened at once he didn’t know which came first.

Her moans a pure and euphoric melody in his ear. Her skin softer than satin. Her tits in his hands fitting just right. He didn’t know it could feel this good.

Sex with pansy, with all the other nameless women he’d slept around with throughout the years, didn’t feel even as good as this did. Perhaps it was the missing emotions, perhaps it was he simply wasn’t as interested, perhaps sex with Lena was all he wanted after all.

“Take these off.” He whispered into her ear, tugging the tight jean shorts against her waist.

She did as she was bid, he made a mental note of how eager she was to do what he wanted. He decided to push his limits, holding his arm out, stopping her short of climbing right back on him. “I want to see you, first.”

Lena practically ripped off her jumper, standing nearly bare in front of him, in the nicest little piece hiding beneath those fucking fabrics. Completing his dreams. He couldn’t even speak, his reality outdid his imagination beyond measure.

“wait.” He said darkly, softly as she began to unclasp her bra. Part of him wanted to see how long she’d wait, how far she’d go to listening to him. “You’re better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

She unclasped the bra, shocking him for two reasons, well three technically. One being, he didn’t think Lena had it in her to be so defiant, and two being, well, it certainly was not how he imagined her to look.

Her panties dropped and she leaned down, staring right into his eyes, her lips slowly colliding with his.

They did it in every spot of her home. He laid her down on her bed, he ate her out in her kitchen, he fucked her in her shower. He wanted every inch of this studio to be covered in his memory. Warped into the floorboards of her mind. Etched into the lines in the bricks and mortar surrounding them.

When all was said and done they lay there in her bed completely naked in every aspect. They’d fucked more times than he could count, longer than he’d gone in years, harder than he’d gone in years. her hand encircled the scars on his chest from that curse fucking potter had thrown at him when they were young. The way she felt still lingered in his mind, the way she tasted, too. Whatever he’d attempted to do only backfired.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” He said suddenly, before the words could go through the filter in his head.

Draco sat up, grabbing his boxers, walking around her studio searching for the rest. “Draco, you can’t possibly be serious right now.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Are you really doing this right now?” She asked from her bed. Grabbing all the blankets at once to hide herself. Her dignity.

He grabbed his shoes and held the door open for scotch.