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Greg Goyle (a_reticent_git) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-06-20 19:16:00

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!2003: 06, !incomplete, draco malfoy, gregory goyle

WHO: Gregory Goyle and Draco Malfoy
WHAT: A visit with an friend? Patching things up...
WHERE: Draco's posh flat, London
WHEN: Sunday evening, 8 pm
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Language/pg/incomplete

He'd decided he should walk. And it was a hell of a long walk from Diagon Alley, even with the Muggle map he'd purchased in hand. He'd gotten directions from a bloke on the street that had said it would be faster on the 86. Greg had given a less than enthusiastic shrug and he had let the man direct him to the right line. Greg had hoped on, and handed more of the Muggle coinage he had found in his brothers' stuff to the man. After a bumpy highly distracting ride, the driver had hollered at Greg that this was his stop. Bewildered, Greg had gotten off, and following the map, walked two blocks further east and immediately known it was the right area.

The greenery were meticulously manicured, the streets were spotless with highly polished brass lights illuminating a few pedestrians, dressed in suits and fine dresses, with little yappie dogs on leashes. Greg found the number; a doorman was present and gave Greg a look as he held it open. Greg walked into a marbled floor entry, gilt mirrors on the wall and a series of topiaries lining the walls next to a leather sofa. A man in a uniform with brass trim stood behind a counter and sort of pursed his lips at the sight of Greg.

"I'm here to see Mr. Draco Malfoy," Greg said, and added, "By appointment."

The man didn't nod or give any sort of confirming look, but ran his eyes up and down Greg's form before turning to pick up a phone. Greg waited, and looked into the mirror, seeing himself through the guard's eyes. He knew he didn't look great; he sort of looked a bit scary with his close cut hair, and the glimpse of a tattoo from under his collar. He grimaced into the mirror, checking his teeth for any greens and then rubbed at his cheek. He looked better now that he was out; he'd gotten a bit of sun from being out at Hogsmead earlier in the day.

"You can go up, Sir," Greg heard a voice behind him, and turned to see the guard had come out from behind the desk. He pointed to a closed door and Greg looked from him to the door and stepped forward. It opened, and Greg paused.

The guard spoke, "The Penthouse, of course," and he turned, and Greg thought he was talking to himself. He turned in some confusion and realized there was a man behind the door. Greg wasn't sure what was expected; he knew the Penthouse was at the top but he didn't see any stairs. The man in the elevator looked at Greg and spoke, "The Penthouse, Sir? To Mr. Malfoy's? Please, step in."

Greg nodded and gingerly stepped in. But before he could turn, he felt a lurch and grabbed at a bar on the wall. He looked about with a small panicked look, to the elevator man's slight amusement, "It's an elevator, Sir," to which Greg could only nod. This was not like any elevator he'd ever seen before, and certainly never where an person lived! It was gold lined, and there was a small couch of leather in the room as well; it seemed too big to be an elevator. There were fresh flowers in here, like downstairs, hanging on the wall.

Greg hadn't meant to feel the fool, but it had all been so different, getting here, he was just relieved when he could step out and go knock on the door like a normal man.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-28 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Greg looked at Draco for a moment as some understanding passed through him. His expression changed, and it was not euphoric but again hesitant, "That sounds like a load of work to do," and he paused as his eyes rested on Draco's face, "You'd do that for me? Set up this charity thing? And then put me in charge of him? But what are you talking about money for? Does Theo even have any money now?"

The idea was mind boggling; Greg just assumed that Theo's dad had blown through his money the way Greg's dad had. The only one he thought might have made it out in good shape was the blond man who sat across from him.

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dracowished
2010-06-28 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Draco shrugged at the question. "I've no idea. He had money when he died, I don't suppose it's been spent since Theodore went to Mungo's, but I have no idea.I only mentioned it because it would have to look as if it were legitimate."

Would he really do it. Draco slumped a bit into his seat and took another drink. It seemed... crass. And he hardly wanted to think why Gregory wanted Nott so badly. In the end, too, it would be his name responsible for it.

But he looked up across at Goyle and cleared his throat. He did owe him. And Draco wanted to be sure all his debts were settled.

"It wouldn't be that much work, honestly. I've a meeting with my father to discuss the wedding next week, I could discuss it with him them. I'm sure he'll hvae no problem."

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-29 12:03 am UTC (link)

Greg drank a bit, and he pursued his lips, not quite scowling, "Well fuck! Money and probably that huge empty house with the servants and House-elves and there is not a bloody thing any of them can do to help him get back to this reality," Greg said, not realizing how clearly he explained it all. He glanced at Draco, "If you did this for me, Draco, I'd owe you so much," he said.

Greg thought for a moment, wondering what Draco thought of his determination to get Theo out. But he had this vague notion that Draco understood; hadn't he told his old friend in school that he'd been falling for Theo, as odd and weird as it had all sounded?

"You know, I really thought you would have married Astoria while I was locked up inside," and he watched Draco's face, "If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think you waited for me!"

And that notion made Greg's face break into a bit of grin, "Am I invited? I don't want to tarnish your squeaky clean image, but I'd sure hate to miss the big event," he said, starting to really smile now, "I can hardly believe it. It was like yesterday when we were Third years and I was sure you already had a wife, A Mrs. Pansy Malfoy."

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dracowished
2010-06-29 12:24 am UTC (link)

Goyle wouldn't owe him anything if he did it, and Draco still had to pull strings to see if it was possible, but it wouldn't do to crush his hopes at the moment until he knew one way or the other.

"Pansy's married to Corner," Draco pointed out, and that was at least the funniest thing that had happened to date in their world, of those he'd kept an eye on.

"Of course you'll be invited." Draco didn't plan to have a damn thing to do with the invitations, though. He was sure his mother and Astoria's had been looking forward to planning a wedding for at least the last twenty years.

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-29 12:32 am UTC (link)

"She's what?!"

Greg sat up, a startled look on his face, "She is?! Well, bloody fucking hell! Did she just off and elope with the Claw? What the hell?!" Greg couldn't help but chortle, "What? Did she get hit by some kind of spell that made her go all soft and squishy in the head? That is some funny, funny shit my friend," and he took a large drink, "So what else is new with you? I mean, other than changing your whole life by getting married? You do anything for fun these days?"

"What about Vincent? Is he kicking about somewhere? And Blaise? How is he faring?"

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(delete my other please, I'm not logged in.)

dracowished
2010-06-29 12:35 am UTC (link)

"Married Corner. Huge fuss about it, not properly done at all. There were rumours she was pregnant for a bit, but I think we've all calked it up to drunken stupidity now. Not that anyone knows the real story...." Draco couldn't really care, past the scandal, but it had helped his mother get some more footing for their own family, he was sure.

"My getting married won't be changing my life, actually. You see how I live now. But we'll be ... " He paused and then finished "taking over the Manor." A bit lamely. He was supposed to be excited for that. He couldn't manage it just yet.

"Vincent is still in Azkaban, and Blaise is... On the English World Cup team, the last I heard of him."

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a_reticent_git
2010-06-29 12:50 am UTC (link)

Greg laughed, "But come on! It's funny as heck," he added, his chortling dying as he watched his formal friend, sitting in his finery. Greg wasn't envious, exactly; he'd never expected to be the kind of gentleman that Draco was going to be. Greg hadn't really thought too much about what his future would hold, back in school; it had changed slightly when he met Theo, shaped about the other boy. And there had been some fanciful notions of having some sort of power and prestige. That had been quickly changed.

He felt sort of grimy, sitting next to Draco, even though his clothes were clean, and he'd had a bath in the morning. He felt their difference then, acutely, and he wondered if it bothered Draco at all. He wondered idly if this was going to be the last time he would call on Draco. But then there was their plan, and Greg knew he'd be seeing him again.

"Blaise is playing Quidditch?" Greg pipped, his mind on the growing social gap that seemed to be forming a chasom right there in front of his eyes. Greg had never felt so poor in his life, not even in the last five years of being locked up, "Lucky bastard. But I didn't realize Vincent was still in there. I sort of lost track of him," he added, looking down at the glass he held that probably cost a mint.

Greg stopped speaking and just stared at Draco, as his mind turned; he was trying not to be bitter, cause it wasn't Draco's fault that he'd ended up on the top of the shit pile, while Greg had been forced to dig his way out of it. Greg's dad had done this to him, mostly, by leaving him a ruin of a fortune with no real hope of getting it repaired.

"So your dad is doing okay?"

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Re: (sorry about that! I felt like it needed a bit more! no harm no fowl)

dracowished
2010-07-02 03:16 am UTC (link)

"Sure, he's doing well." Draco shrugged off the question, as he did anything that questioned whether or not the Malfoy family was or was not exactly where it was meant to be - at the top of the pureblood elite. Most of the time after the war had been spent clawing to hold on to that position, even if the clawing was done quietly and in secret.

"Sorry to hear about yours, of course." Though he didn't suspect that Gregory was too broken hearted about it.

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Re: (sorry about that! I felt like it needed a bit more! no harm no fowl)

a_reticent_git
2010-07-05 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Greg was looking down at his hands, a sour spot starting in his stomach, "Yeah, well the bastard got what he deserved. You reap what you sow or something like that," he said, "The old man was a bastard, and left me in there to rot for all he knew, his only surviving son. That tells you what a sick fuck he really was," and Greg looked up at Draco and flashed a mean smile, "Not to speak too evil of the dead."

"How's your mum doing?" he said, trying to change the subject as well. Draco's mom had always been the looker. It was a cheerful memory, her very very seldom visits to school, and Greg was proud when she remembered his name.

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dracowished
2010-07-07 04:10 am UTC (link)

"Of course not," Draco snorted, finishing his drink and then reaching for the bottle again. "We would never do that." And he barely remembered Goyle Senior, but he couldn't imagine anyone actually mourning for the man, what little he did remember of him.

"Mother? She's fine. Excited about the wedding," Though not, Draco was sure, excited about how he'd gone about it.

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a_reticent_git
2010-07-15 02:06 am UTC (link)

Greg found himself finishing his drink; the booze made him feel loose and a bit tired. He'd had a hell of a day, and as he sat there, he thought about his own mum at home. She was probably wondering where he'd been all day, and Greg reluctantly realized he should probably be pushing off.

"I'm glad your mum's doing well. She's a looker, your mum is," and Greg paused, "Or was. Although I don't expect that's changed much in five years. Five years," he said as he gazed at Draco, feeling the distance between them, their differences accutly, "Draco, let' not wait so long next time to get together, okay?"

He had a note to his voice, signally that he figured the visit was sort of over. He wanted to ask Draco more, but he felt this wall between them, this hesitation to talk more and be more candid. Besides, Greg had come to talk to Draco about what was on his mind; beyond that, Greg wasn't sure what else he could say. He did brighten at a notion, "Maybe we could go riding brooms sometime. If you still do that?"

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