Arrival
“Welp that was the rest of my things,...where is he...Draco,...Draco Lucius Malfoy where are you.” I spoke annoyed. After being friends with him for so long you would think he knows when to not piss me off. I waited a few more seconds and called out again.
“Draco where the fuck are you hiding. I’m sick of this shit stop playing around.” I’m really tired of him thinking he can be late to everything. This was a big step I was getting away from my parents and moving in with him and his father. After a few more calls for him started to get lost in my thoughts of the new future ahead, when i felt someone grab my hips.
“Boo.” Draco exclaimed as he came out from behind some bush.
“AH DRACO, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I HATE YOU, I LITERALLY FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH.” I shrieked with fear, he knows i’m the jumpy type, one small action can make me flinch sometimes.
“Do you though Y/n, do you really.” he smugly looked at me, with that infamous Malfoy smirk.
“YES I DO,YOU TWO FACED PRICK. WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES” I shot back at him, causing his face to drop for half a second, only to be replaced by his soft smile along with him grabbing my my hand.
“I apologize lovely, i wasn’t trying to piss you off. But in other words are you ready to get to your new home. My father and the elves are expecting us.” he stated sweetly.
After being friends for almost 1o years, Draco learned of the feeling I had for his father. I was worried that he would leave me if he found out, but he was very supportive overall. He told me that me and his father would be quite the cute couple, and that his father needs someone new after his and Narcissas divorce. That marriage was the worst thing to witness. Constant yelling, screaming, objects being thrown, and my poor best friend was trapped in the same walls as it. The only way he could get some relief from it was when he could have me over, but that was once in a blue moon because of my parents. But, despite the Wizarding Worlds belief, Draco didn't side with his mother after the divorce. He left with his mother at first, but she had become a cold ruthless woman, when Draco finally realized he moved back in with his father. Their relationship has become stronger after the spit, and i’m grateful that my best friend has his father figure back.
“Well come on now love, it’s late and cold let’s get home and sleep. Come on take my hand.” he spoke with kindness. I grabbed his hand with out hesitation, and we apparated to the glorious Malfoy Manor. Within seconds we’re in-front on the gorgeous house that I now get to call my own. I stared in awe, I had been to the Manor thousands of times but each time felt like the first all over again. I must having been staring fo awhile, because Draco clapped his hands in front of my face.
“Love don’t just stand there, it’s late let’s go inside i’m exhausted. I need sleep.” he yawned and he dragged me through the doors. Sometimes I swear i’ve made friends with a 6 year old instead of a 20 year old, due to him being so inpatient all the time. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when i heard him yell for his father.
“Jeez Draco you don’t need to yell.” I giggled, he looked back and laughed too.
“Well, he’s old and his hearing probably isn’t the best. But, you’re into that, so I guess you don’t see a problem.” He chuckled with all the sass in the world, my face flushed the deepest crimson red ever before.
“DRACO MALFOY! I SWEAR IF HE HEARD YOU, I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, I WILL KI-.” My yelling was cut off by someone clearing their throat. I turned my head to look at the culprit, and there he stood in all his glory. Lucius. Fucking. Malfoy. He was standing there staring at me, all i could think was that he heard our entire conversation. I’m dead. He gonna kick me out, or he thinks i’m a whore, maybe he thinks-. My thoughts were cut off once more by Lucius clearing his throat again. Walking towards us and enveloping Draco into a hug.
“Draco, how was your last year of school.” he smiled at his son. I’ve never seen him as the affectionate type, but clearly I was proven wrong.
“I was great, i’m happy to have it over with though. I’m glad i get to relax now for a while.” Draco said sincerely, something i’ve always admired of him was his his way with words. They had a short conversation when Lucius turned his attention towards me. He grabbed my hand softly and placed a kiss on top of it. I blushed and tried to cover it with a smile hoping he didn’t notice the pink on my cheeks.
“Miss L/n, how was your year my darling.” he asked, maintaining eye contact with me, which was one of my favorite things.
“Um..., it was alright i had a rough break-up with Potter, but other than that it was okay.” the smile on my face dropped, replaced with a sad expression, reliving the moment. His harsh words replaying in my head.
You were nothing more than a quick fuck. It was all a dare. If anyone says they actually love you they’re lying. You’re a fucking whore that i wasted my time on.
I was pulled back once more out of my thoughts by someone hugging me.
“I’m sorry my darling, clearly he’s a stupid young boy he didn’t understand what a lovely woman he had.” he spoke while he held me close. I took in the warmth of his hug and his sent. He smelled like expensive cologne, and whiskey. It was driving me crazy, as it was filling my senses. He pulled away and brushed a hand down my head softly.
“Well darling, follow me this way I’ll take you to your room so, you can unpack and sleep, i’m sure you’re exhausted.” he spoke as he started to walk away.
“Goodnight bitch, sleep well.” i joked at my friend who was making eyes at me.
“Goodnight fuck face, sleep well.” he shot back, i flipped him off as i followed behind his father to my room. We walked in a comforting silence, i scanned the walls looking at pictures until my eyes fell upon one in particular. In a large silver frame was a painting of me. I stopped and stared at it. It was gorgeous, it made me feel special because only family pictures were in there house. My hands involuntarily started tracing the frame, and taking in the details of the painting. While doing so I felt hands being lightly placed on my shoulders and a large presence behind me.
“Do you like it, we were going to wait and surprise you with it for your 21st birthday. But I just couldn’t wait until then so I hung it.” He proudly spoke to me. Little did he know it made me feel wanted and feel like I had people there for me.
“I love it, i appreciate it so much Mr. Malfoy. Thank you.” i smiled with tears in my eyes, the little things always mattered to me. He rubbed my back, grabbed my hand and lead me a few more feet towards my room. In a swift motion he open my door and lead me inside, my room completely matched my aesthetic. Pictures hung perfectly on the walls and the bed set my favorite colors. All my suitcases were stacked in front of the bed waiting to be unpacked and put in to my large walk in closet. My bathroom already had my toiletries inside, I walked towards the bed wand in hand picking up a suitcase and send the clothes flying into my closet. Within seconds my closet had everything inside. I turned my head i saw Lucius stand there with a smirk on his face.
“Did i do something wrong Mr. Malfoy.” I spoke with innocence, if Draco was here he would have called my bullshit cause i am the lest bit innocent.
“No darling, it’s just funny that you didn’t put them away by hand.” He stood and chuckled at my choice of getting things done.
“Oh.” I laughed, “I’m just really tired and i didn’t wanna do all that work.” I added as i casted another spell getting my pajamas so be sat on my bed.
“Well my darling, i’m off to bed. My room is right across the hall of you need anything. Goodnight Darling.” he spoke walking to my door.
“Goodnight Mr. Malfoy, sleep well.” i smiled at him yawning in the process. He smiled back and saw himself out. I got my pajamas on and got myself into bed, staring at the ceiling got boring so i began getting lost in thought. Lucius Malfoy easily one of the richest people in the wizarding world and muggle world, a divorced man with a 20 year old son who also happens to be my best friend. I wonder why i’m not put off by that, he’s at least 20 years older than me, but here i am wanting him to throw me against a wall and take me. He’s like a drug, the way his words flow, the way he does the littlest things to show affection, the way he can do absolutely nothing and i want his hands one me, and how he confidently carries himself with not a care on the world of how people see him. My eyes slowly getting heavier and i started to drift off with only on thing in my mind.
This man was going to be
My Intoxication
