TW- Violence, mentions of blood.

One week before

Draco couldn't help but hold a grudge towards Pansy for the past week. He specifically told her not to make things too obvious, he told her to play it safe and especially keep her safe.

But she did neither, and that's what made Draco ignore her for the following week. She called his phone, messaged him, she even came to his flat a few times. But each effort she made was no use.

And even though Draco held this grudge, he couldn't help but blame himself. He knew that ultimately it was his fault, he was too cowardly to approach her.

Every time he became too close, he reeled back, hiding in the shadows again, making his presence unknown.

Draco hated having to hide, he hated that he couldn't be near her. After the past two years he still craved to touch her soft skin, to inhale the citrus scent she wore everyday without question.

He missed how she understood him, the throaty laughs that started from her stomach and ended out of her mouth. The warmth she provided him was unlike any other, she was his home. Not the manor, not his mother or his family, it was her.

Draco couldn't help but reminisce on the future plans that they had together. She was living her life without him, the life they were meant to have together.

And all he could do was watch, he felt like a stalker, her shadow. But that's what she wanted, and that's what he would do.

Draco had been standing by his window for the past twenty minutes. It was a Friday, which meant he could see her again. This time without the assistance from Pansy.

His tea had changed to a cooler temperature, Draco cursed silently, strolling over to his kitchen and placing the mug in the sink. He was hesitant to reach for the soap and sponge to wash the mug, but sighed doing it anyway.

Y/N always enjoyed the simplicity of muggle normalities. She encouraged Draco to try it, at first he refused, pleading his case by saying he had a wand and elves that could easily complete the tasks.

But Y/N knew a war was coming, she knew that life would never be the same after and tried to adapt to muggle ways in hopes of forgetting some Wizarding normalities.

Draco hadn't realised the heavy influence she had on him, until he found himself shopping for food at local supermarkets, washing his own dishes and trying to cook his own meals. But that didn't stop him from using his wand every once in a while.

After he had finished drying the mug, he set it back in its rightful place. He checked his watch once more and realised it was time to make his way to the bar.

He shrugged on his black jacket, picking up his door keys as he walked towards his door. The knocking sound abruptly halted his steps, and then the voice that partnered with it caused him to frown.

"Draco, it's me Pansy," her voice muffled through the wooden door.

Now, Draco had two options, neither of them would play out in his favour. He could either ignore her until she left, but then that meant him being late to see Y/N.

Or, he could face her, get it over and done with and then be a few minutes late to the bar.

Either way, Draco was going to be late so he chose the latter option. The only option where he could still partially be on time to see Y/N.

"Draco," she called again.

Draco groaned, swinging the door open. Pansy rushed in and embraced him tightly. The action was unwelcome by Draco, so he stood there, he itched to push her off him but refrained. He didn't have time for an argument, not right now.

"I'm sorry," Pansy whispered into his jacket, tapping her fingers along his back.

"You've made that clear Parkinson, now what do you want?" His voice laced with annoyance, Pansy heard this and immediately let his tall frame go. She was embarrassed by the rigid frame Draco held whilst she hugged him.

"I tried Draco, I didn't know she was going to dance with that man— if I did then I wouldn't of left her,"

Draco tensed at the memory of the way Y/N swayed her hips in time with the male. Her ass that was firmly against the unknown males crotch, the sight infuriated him. Blaise noticed this and pulled him away before any action could've been taken.

But Draco caught up with the male that same night, the rush of anger and jealousy made him lose any sort of rationalisation.

He was hers and she always will be, so he did what he had to do. The blood that poured from the males nose, the sound of cracking beneath Draco's knuckles still etched in his mind.

Sure, he felt bad and he probably shouldn't of done it, especially when Y/N didn't even know who he were. But he couldn't help himself, the pent up anger that he had held for the past two years almost became too much for him to continue holding.

And the unknown male only got a taste of anger that night.

"Parkinson, I don't have time for this, you know that— did you forget the day," Draco ran his fingers through his hair, biting his tongue before he unleashed venomous words onto his friend in front of him.

Pansy pulled out her phone quickly, checking the date that was bold on the top of her screen, "oh,"

"Yes— oh, now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do," Draco pushed past her, ensuring he clasped his door behind himself.

"She's meeting someone tonight!" Pansy rushed, her hands became clammy, the information that had slipped her lips made her nervous for Draco's reaction.

"What?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed, the pale skin on his face now changing into a light shade of pink.

"I swear— I didn't know, but she told me yesterday, she said it's a co-worker from the floor below, but I've never heard of him,"

"Fuck," was all that Draco could muster out, he ignored Pansys yells and hurried to the bar. He knew he had to get there before her, and Pansys unannounced arrival forced him to lightly jog.

It was coming up to summer, the choice to wear a jacket worked against Draco. His quick pace, and the warm air resulted in a light sheen of sweat to form across Draco's forehead.

He was fit, thanks to quidditch, however that was two years ago and Draco hadn't touched a broomstick since then. So now he was breathing out of his mouth, pushing past people on the street.

The bar was in sight, Draco had a watchful eye on any signs of her. Even if she didn't know him personally, he didn't want there first time meeting to be when he looked a mess.

He reached the bar, pushing the doors open. There were eyes immediately on him, he shot them all a glare and scanned the room. A sigh of relief slipped his lips as he noticed she hadn't arrived.

Draco walked to the bar, the regular bartender serving drinks like he did every Friday.

Draco cleared his throat, his way of signalling the bartender to serve him next. Perhaps it was rude of him to not wait, but Draco didn't like waiting, and most importantly he didn't have time to wait.

"The usual," Draco muttered, the bartender nodded quickly, ignoring complaints from other customers who had been waiting for his attention longer.

Draco spotted his usual space in the back, quiet, dark and away from any prying eyes.

He sat there and waited, patiently for her. Because she was the only one he would wait for, he'd wait a lifetime for her and longer.

But there was no sign, not after thirty minutes, which was unlike her. Then he realised, the date, that was the only reasonable answer for why she was late.

Draco almost felt stood up, betrayed, but he couldn't blame her, it was his fault not hers.

His drink had arrived twenty minutes ago, but still sat on the sticky table in front of him, untouched. Not a finger print, or lip mark insight. He always drank the drink at the same time as her, a silent toast, for them both.

Draco was close to leaving, until he heard her laugh, the melodic laugh that was music to his ears. She was here, but she wasn't alone, no, she was with a tall male.

Draco almost scoffed at the sight of him, he wasn't her type, he was scruffy, and almost looked dirty. Not to mention the way he dressed was like professor Lupin, on a good day.

The bar was loud, but Draco could hear every word she said. Not because of his great listening skills, it was because they had sat on the table in front of him.

He leaned in, playing with the rim of his glass and listened carefully to their conversation.

"Thank you for asking me out," Y/N smiled, a toothy grin, showing off her pearly whites. Draco used to make her smile like that, everyday. It was his mission to make her smile.

The man sent her a smirk, "my pleasure, you're beautiful Y/N, I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend,"

She does.

"Oh— I'm too busy right now for the whole boyfriend thing, I like my own company," she picked up her martini and placed the glass onto her glossed lips before taking a sip.

Good girl.

"Seems you want something causal," the voice from the male had a flirty tone with it. Draco wanted to smash his glass across his face and drag her away from him.

Don't say it Y/N.

"Something like that,"

Fuck.

Before the male could reply they were interrupted. The drink Draco had ordered for her now being sat in front of her. Y/N smiled, and looked around the bar, Draco quickly turned his gaze, avoiding her eyes.

"Who's that from," a hint of jealousy in her dates voice.

Tell him.

"I call them, my secret admirer," the apple of her cheeks painted in a blush pink, Draco felt smug, knowing he was the one to cause her to blush.

The male scoffed, and rolled his eyes. Draco clenched his fingertips around the glass, he was being provoked closer and closer to throwing the heavy item at him.

"What?" Y/N whispered, a confused look on her face, she felt somewhat defensive over the eye roll.

"Nothing— I'm assuming it's a male, he's obviously too pussy to speak with you, I wouldn't even accept the drinks if he can't come up to you like a man and buy you one himself,"

Cunt.

"Maybe they're shy— anyway enough of that," she changed topic, Draco could see she had become heated at the comment her date made. If only he knew who sent her the drinks, then he wouldn't be so bold.

Y/N laced her fingers around the shot glass, raising it in the air, Draco mimicked her action and swallowed the liquid at the same time as her.

If only they could be face to face, if only he could be there to laugh at the gagging noise she made after downing the bitter drink, soon.

Draco watched them for about forty five minutes, their conversation bland. He could tell Y/N had become bored and tired of the conversation, he only spoke about himself, which she despised.

Her dates eyes never left her chest, Draco and Y/N both noted that. Another reason why Draco should throw the glass. Draco shook his head, when were people going to learn that she was his.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Draco heard, he silently cheered within himself and watched as she stood up from the table.

The skirt she had worn rose up, just past her mid thigh. The thighs that Draco used to spend countless hours between, whether it be his body or his face, it was one of his favourite places to be.

His trousers tightened, "shit,"

Y/N went towards the bathroom, leaving her date alone. Draco eyed him for sometime, he was disgusting he thought, and then he made the worst mistake he could've possibly made.

He pulled out a clear packet, and slipped the small tablet into her drink.

That was the final straw.

Draco's wand was pulled out from the inside of his jacket, he looked around for onlookers but no one paid him attention.

"Imperio."

He watched as the curse slithered into the males ear, taking over his mind and body. Draco stood up, and walked over to the table, the man glanced up and knitted his eyebrows together.

"Follow me," the command falling effortlessly from Draco's mouth, he didn't need to repeat the words as he knew the man would follow him.

But then he thought of something else, "drink that drink too," he carelessly pointed to the poisoned drink.

He nodded and downed the drink quickly, no questions, no protests, he did what Draco told him to do.

The bar had become busier, which Draco was thankful for, it gave him a small window to escape without being noticed by Y/N.

Her date followed him closely behind, there was an invisible leash around his neck, each step Draco made, he made.

Draco walked until he found an empty alley, he waited for him to catch up before swinging around and landing a sharp jab into his nose.

The male winced, blood spurting from his nostrils, seeping into his agape mouth. It was an unfair fight, Draco knew he'd probably pass out in a matter of minutes, and he knew he wouldn't fight back.

But that didn't stop Draco from wanting to hurt him, he had intentions to hurt his love, and that wouldn't happen whilst Draco were around.

Draco crouched over the male, grabbing a chunk of his hair and forcing him to meet his harsh gaze, "you'll leave her alone,"

He squinted his eyes, clearly confused on who Draco was referring too.

"You'll leave Y/N alone, you won't look at her, you won't speak to her, if she asks you why you've left— reject her," easy instructions Draco thought.

He nodded quickly, spitting the crimson liquid that fell into his mouth onto the floor.

Draco slapped his cheek twice, "good lad,"

He slumped onto the ground, the effects of the drug now taking the reigns. He was still conscious, still aware of what was happening to him.

"If I see you near her again, I will kill you," a promise, which he had kept many times.

Draco glanced at him on the floor, he gave him a blow to the stomach using his foot, "not so much of a pussy now am I?" he laughed.

A weight had lifted off Draco's shoulders as he exited the alley. The night now going peacefully, he waited for Y/N to leave and made sure she got home safe.

He needed her now, more than ever, two years he waited for the right moment. Two years too long, he couldn't hide any longer.

Draco had enough, it was time. Next week Friday, at the bar, he would make himself known, he had done his waiting.

Draco had enough.