castoutmalfoy (castoutmalfoy) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-04-02 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: draco malfoy, char: gabrielle delacour |
Who: Draco Malfoy and Gabrielle Delacour
What: Time for some more admissions and a break down
When: Sunday Evening
Rating/Warnings: Pretty low and depressing.
Status: Complete
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to
As soon as he received Susan’s warded message on his journal Draco locked himself into his room, he knew he would need to be alone to respond to her. He threw up silencing wards and set about responding to her. As the responses flew back and forth between him and his ex-fiancée, Draco could no longer sit still, he started to pace around his room, taking his frustrations out on the little knick-knacks that were placed here and there, ceramic and glass shattering as it met the wall.
Draco felt his control of his emotions slipping as he and Susan continued to send messages under heavy wards, she was the first person he loved, hell he still loved her and there was a part of him that always would love her. She had taught him so much about what love actually was and how relationships actually worked. The fact that relationship had included another person was just the icing on the cake.
It was his mistake that had cost him the woman he was currently conversing with, his mistake of leaving and walking away. Draco should have known that even if he went back begging that it could never go back to what it once was and he was finally starting to realise that if he were going to have any chance of making sure she got through this hell alive he needed to break things off with her. He couldn’t risk going out of Tinworth to be with her, stringing her long with hope and promises of the future.
Draco also had to consider that in six days he would be getting married. Something he had never really thought of with anyone but Susan, but here he was six days away from marrying Gabrielle Delacour on the orders of his father. Draco knew that his father expected him to be unfaithful and to have other women on the side, but if there was one thing that Draco had taken from his relationship with Susan and Ron it was that if you wanted to bring another party into things, you needed to be honest and make sure everyone was okay with it. If they weren’t nothing would happen. Draco knew that this was the end for him and Susan; he couldn’t see the little blonde veela he had started to develop feelings for agreeing to another party in their marriage, especially when she was so innocent to the ways of pleasure and of relationships.
Sending his last couple of messages Draco threw his journal across the room, and turned quickly slamming his hand into a mirror, “Fuck it all!” He screamed at nobody but his shattered reflection, not caring his hand was damaged and dripping blood onto the pristine carpet, not realising that with his uncontrolled emotions that his silencing charm had fallen, not noticing the hot tears that were falling down his cheeks as he sank to the floor amidst the destruction he had caused within his room.