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Draco Malfoy ([info]_dm) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2012-07-30 00:47:00

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines
who: Parvati and Draco
when: Post-dated pre marriage
What: Parvati runs into Draco, alone at a pub, for the first time after their break up.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'


It had been the most anticipated acquisition of the year, worth a sizeable fortune. Draco's company was set to buy a lucrative diamond mining company in South Africa, popular among the most elite jewelers because of their exquisite selection of colours and thus wildly popular amongst the purebloods. But that wasn't the reason this company was so highly publicized. They were all over the papers because they had succeeded in organizing the wizarding world's first independent ethical certification system for precious stones. Hence, Draco would be increasing his company's own corporate social responsibility whilst tying itself to a fashionable and cutting edge innovator. It was a win win.

And yet, somehow, along the way, Draco managed to--

"--royally fuck everything up. Give me another," he waved his hand to his bartender. Aside from the badgering he would get at a more popular and posh establishment, Draco chose this pub because he had known the bartender for years and could trust him to keep his mouth shut. Not that he was telling the bartender anything that hadn't already been reported, anyways. The most humiliating part about the news was how arrogant Draco had been in his interviews. He had basically declared the deal a shoe in. But last minute, the company had claimed a different direction, with a different company, would better suit their vision.

The aforementioned pub was in a safe neighborhood, with good, satisfying food, but was unfortunately located underneath a suspicious looking hat shop. Draco was thus the only patron in the place, sleeves rolled up, hair greasy, eyes blood shot.


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[info]_prettyparvati
2012-08-02 03:13 am UTC (link)
"Oh." Parvati returned calmly, as she inwardly danced a dance of victory over the grave of Draco and Freya's relationship. "What happened? Are you alright?" She wondered why he was smiling.

Frowning, the Gryffindor girl grew fiery at his words. "Excuse me? What is wrong with you?" That little hand found his shoulder again, but this time to shove it. "Why wouldn't I want that for you? I wanted that for you before you even knew what the word meant: when you were so knee deep in all that darkness-" Her voice caught and she stopped. "It's nothing about how good I am, but how much I think you're worth. You know what, Draco? You are spiralling. You push away everything around you like a child, snapping and tantruming when you feel like it. You self-sabotage constantly. I'm trying to be nice and you just have to act completely bipolar. That company would have chosen you if you hadn't acted like such a dick about how the partnership was a cinch. For everything in life you need to give a little to get something back."

Her face was angry and flushed, feelings hurt. "And don't you dare say that: 'new boyfriend' like that. We both know that if hadn't been for you there never would have been another boyfriend. Jacob treats me well and if you truly want me to be happy then you wouldn't make it seem like I'm the one wronging you."

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[info]_dm
2012-08-02 03:53 am UTC (link)
"I'm fine," Draco shrugged. "We didn't end because we fought or anything. We just amicably drifted, I guess."

He was a little stunned as she shoved him, though.

"How am I self-sabotaging? I didn't want to lose that company," Draco shouted. "You tell me I'm worth so much, but then you paint me in such broad strokes-- that I'm always snapping and tantruming, doesn't that contradict how worthy you think I am?"

Ah, this is why they broke up.

"Maybe I did act too arrogant in my interviews, but that's what you expect me to do, Parvati." The chicken was probably done by now, but the bartender and cookstaff had the good sense not to barge in at this moment. "You said you loved me and you said I was so much better than I thought, and yet at the first sign of anything you assumed that all hell had broken loose. How was I ever supposed to get better?" He had meant the last sentence to come out in a powerful demand, but instead his voice choked a little.

"I don't think you're wronging me for dating Jacob," Draco eased back a little bit. He was being honest. "I think that is very wise of you."

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[info]_prettyparvati
2012-08-02 04:11 am UTC (link)
Amicably drifted. Parvati didn't even know how that worked.

Here they were, shouting at eachother. Such a familiar moment, but she felt oddly unprepared. Suddenly, it was as if this was some weird fantasy, as if Parvati had been going over one of their arguments in the past and placed it in modern day.

"No, it doesn't! Because that angry, snapping Draco isn't really you! It's your defense mechanism, Draco! You still haven't managed to let go of it! We aren't in Hogwarts! There is no war! Not everyone approaches you with ulterior motives. And if they do: Then you should have realised long ago that I'm not one of them."

Her voice was becoming dangerously shaky as Draco's own choked. "It wasn't the first sign, Draco." She replied dully, "It was the last. After everything we'd been through-" Flashes of the past seared themselves on Parvati's eyelids: A dance in the gardens, a shove against the stables, Draco's eyes dark with a deatheater's spell, misunderstandings and a heart breaking. "Keeping the artifacts related to your dark past meant more to you than me."

"I thought I was your future, but I knew that day that you didn't think that way. And...and you'd never get better with me chorusing that into your ears. You have to learn that you can be better, that you are better, on your own in order for you to achieve it. I had to assume hell broke loose, because with the absence of heaven, what else was left?"

"Maybe I did expect you to act arrogant in your interviews, but that's only because you haven't proven me wrong yet, Draco. I really wish you would." He didn't see, but a tear dropped down her cheek at that. Fingers were quick to flick it away. "Maybe one day you will and I will be proud of you, I promise."

"Yes." Parvati composed herself, "Yes, I think so. He is ..." She couldn't help but smile at the thought, "Jacob."

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[info]_dm
2012-08-02 04:26 am UTC (link)
As Parvati assaulted him with so many words, so many feelings, Draco snapped.

"This is why we don't work!" Suddenly his eyes were frightening and dark. "This is why we aren't together, okay? Because we are not compatible." His words flew out in articulate and hurtful syllables. "Yes, I put you through a lot, and I'm sorry. I was sorry each time, and I'm still sorry. But I guess I needed to be with someone who wasn't so invested in me, then! Someone who didn't need so much from me back. Because you needed me to be strong. Even when everything was happening, you needed to be exempt from everything bad I was feeling. I took some of my anger out on you, around you, because you were so close to me. And you thought that if I loved you more, that that wouldn't happen. But I could have not reacted in any other way than I did, back then." Draco's eyes flickered over the memory of his father, his lineage, his alliances.

"You wanted everything to be like a fairy tail. You thought you could change me, but you can't change people Parvati. It seems like you've learned that," he acknowledged her statement, about him needing to learn things on his own. "You thought that if I loved you enough, I could just give up those artifacts. It wasn't and isn't so simple. Even if it's bad, I can't do it." Not yet, at least. "I understand where you were coming from, but--"

He stopped himself.

"There's no reason for us to fight. The point is, I couldn't be who you needed me to be, and you're with someone who can give you what you want." He exhaled. "I don't want to fight you. I never want to fight with you. I'm sorry. You should go home, though." He ran a hand through his hair. "Go home, Parvati."

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[info]_prettyparvati
2012-08-02 04:55 am UTC (link)
Her chest hurt. That familiar hollow feeling beating at her, her heart thrashing wildly trying to escape the disaster inside. Parvati's dark brown eyes were bright with tears.

"Draco," She breathed, watching his temper rise and fall like a baby dragon, squalling fire everywhere just because he could. "I know we aren't compatible. You spent years explaining that to me and I fought stupidly and childishly because I was so blind with emotion. It's not that I wanted to change you; I just wanted you to be happy."

And she meant that.

"I thought I could make you happy, but that's not what you needed. I couldn't heal things for you. I never wanted to be exempt from what you felt, but I wanted you to help me understand instead of lashing out at me. I didn't want a different Draco, I just wanted a happy Draco."

"It doesn't matter now, don't you see? I'm not telling you these things because I want you to be with me, I'm telling you these things because I want you to understand yourself and grow as a person. Draco, you come to a conclusion that someone views you a certain way and nothing, nothing will change your mind about that. I understand you couldn't give those artifacts up, but you have to understand that in that moment I couldn't give up any more of my life to try and support yours. It wasn't that you loved me enough to give them up, but that I knew then, you just didn't love me enough period."

"But that was a long time ago." She smiled oddly, "And tonight isn't the night for our story to be retold, it had its day." She looked around for the waiter who had long since vanished into the backroom in case spells were to be cast. "I don't want to leave you here like this, Draco, it feels sad. Let's at least be friends."

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[info]_dm
2012-08-02 05:08 am UTC (link)
"A happy Draco would have been a different Draco," he sighed, his anger subsiding. At that moment in time, he felt that not being with her was the best thing he had done for her so far.

As she continued speaking, he heard the resignation in her voice. Without thinking, he stood. He stood, took a step, closing the short distance between them, and held her by the shoulders.

"I..." his hands ran up slowly, so that they were almost framing her face. "I can never be just your friend." Her perfume. He hadn't smelled it in so long. It mixed with his smoke and oak aged liquor. "I..."

Just then, Parvati's mobile began twinkling and bleeping.

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[info]_prettyparvati
2012-08-02 05:29 am UTC (link)
He looked terrible. Pale, wrinkled and a bit greasy. It wasn't his looks that made her knees weak, it was just him. Every component of his being. The effect Draco had on Parvati was epic and endless. He had always been able to cast such an effect spell on her-

Her mobile fireplace began spitting sparks and noise and Draco's spell was broken. Instead another was woven, stepping away from his partial embrace she blew into the contained box of flames and Jacob Brandon's voice came, quiet but discernible by Draco.

"Hey Babe, where are you?"

"Um, just picking up food, it's taking awhile." Parvati's voice was high, her cheeks flushed. She looked relieved to see him. "I'll ring you when I'm home?"

"Sure. Want company? I can floo over when you're back, no meetings tommorrow!"

"Sure, that'd be nice." She fluttered back, a smile on her lips. "Do you want me to pick you up anything?"

"Already ate." Jacob chuckled, "Do you want me to stay on the line till you get back?"

"No, it's okay. Go put on a nice shirt for me, though. No slobs allowed."

"Mean witch." He grumbled, "Alright then, love you."

She smiled, "Love you."

The fireplace went black and for a moment Parvati just stared at it before turning back to Draco with an air of awkwardness.

After a long moment she spoke, her eyes meeting his. "You can never be just my friend, but you yourself admitted, the way we are, we can never be more."

Her takeout had landed on the counter in a wrapped bag (the staff still too scared to come outside). Parvati shuffled in her purse for the money and dropped it on the counter before picking up the bag.

"You are a great talent, Draco Malfoy. And I have faith that you will one day figure out how to be that happy Draco. I couldn't make you turn into him in the past, but you can make yourself that way, I know it."

She leaned forward with all the allure of a beautiful, benevolent princess and kissed his cheek.

"We mightn't be friends, but let's not be strangers. I'm chairing the Dragonpox ball this summer, will you be there? I expect to see you there: on top of the world. Not all -" She gestured toward his destroyed napkins and empty glasses, "You know."

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[info]_dm
2012-08-02 09:12 pm UTC (link)
As Parvati slid out of Draco's grasp to answer her twinkling mobile, his hands fell heavily to his sides, and they curved ever so slightly-- as if in memory of what they had just briefly held, and would not hold again for a long time.

He couldn't bear to watch Parvati as she spoke to her boyfriend, but his ears hung onto every word. It wasn't the Love you that hurt. It was the familiarity that did.

And maybe, just maybe the fact that he hadn't mustered up the courage to tell her how much he still loved her, also hurt a little bit. Not that it would have done much good. But the selfish part of him wanted her to know. So that he could still have some form of tie to her.

But as she stood up with her take away, and kissed him on the cheek, he felt a wave of sickening humility crash through his hazy anger.

"I heard about your ball," was all he replied. "Unfortunately I have an appointment that day..." he trailed off, sitting back down, establishing the distance between them once more before she was out the door.

Too drunk at this point to handle thinking about the beautiful Gryffindor any longer, he decidedly shut her out of his mind as she left the dark, lonely pub. But as he mulled over his actions in terms of the diamond company, he swore he would get them back, and slowly began drawing violent, passionate circles and geometric shapes on the bar napkins scattered around him in light, artful lines.

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