Ron was out again, probably snogging another one of his many whores. Heās been sleeping with other women for who knows how long, I found out not too long ago. It was September and Iāve been sitting and wasting away, thinking about him cheating on me for the last four months. Still I said nothing, I did nothing. Ron was my everything, my world. Weāve been together for so long I guess Iāve never really though about anyone else, while him on the other hand was what all he could think about.
And out of all days, he leaves me alone on Christmas.
It made me sick to think that the man I loved always had someone else in mind. Was I not enough?Iāve had my cries and then some, but now itās like I donāt know how to. Like theyāve dried up and no longer exist. I went through a depressive state, where some days I wouldnāt want to get up out of bed. Where all I wanted to do is sleep, because of stress of thinking about him cheat. I was hiding, trying not to face the truth. How could the man I adore treat me this way? I gave him everything and what? I wasnāt enough? Was I just a waste? A piece of trash he tolerated?
Iām sure he knows I know, he has to. Other whys he would have made more excuses like he usually does. He knows and thatās whatās tearing me apart on the inside. The bloody fucking bastard knows. Thatās what made me get up, to shower, to throw on the most revealing clothes I had and go out. I did my hair and makeup the best I could, and left the apartment. I needed to be far away away from the apartment so that way I donāt run into Ron, or any of our memories together. So ai drove somewhere far, a club near Hogsmeade. The dark side of Hogsmeade.
It was the last place Ron would look for me. Oh, who am I kidding? Once he saw I wasnāt home he would gladly call up one of his skanks, and get her into our bed. It made frown once again, pulling one of the most ugliest faces. I made it past the bouncer after he undoubtedly checked me out, and I walked in. Like any club, it was hectic as hell. Acid Pops, was what the club was called. It was a bit crowded and there was people dancing nearly everywhere. I was given many glances, some looking twice, but I ignored it no matter how much it made me feel uncomfortable. I felt a pit in my stomach; how could I even think about doing this to Ron?
He was the love of my life after all and this is how I treat him. Even though this is the exact way he treats me, I still felt guilty. Iām still a complete mess, Merlin, I need to get my head on straight. I came here to have fun, not wallow in my feelings. I make my way towards the bar where I find place to sit, and sigh. It was remarkably quieter at the bar, even though there was the occasional push and shove from others. āWhat can I get you, darlinā?ā The bartender speaks and I look up to find an older witch. She was like any other person in here, dark attire and a bit of eyeliner.
āWhiskey, on the rocks.ā I say, regretting it as it slipped off my tongue. I would usually get my regular red wine, but unfortunately I was looking for something far more stronger than my bitter sweet poison. āComing right up.ā She says, grabbing a glass. I sit there and wait for my drink, disregarding the stares of most of the men in the club. Soon enough a glass is day in front of me, I call out a āthank youā as she walks away to tend to a different customer. I take a quick sip, hating the burning sensation of it going down. Not long after Iām interrupted.
āWhat brings you here on such a Holiday?ā I hear a voice from my right. The figure I see from the corner of my eye sit on the chair next to me, before I finally take a glance to the strangers way. āDid the Weasel find a different woman to score this Christmas?ā Draco asks and I unconsciously chuckle. He instantly looks taken aback as he takes a sip of his drink. āSpot on.ā I say and he chokes on his drink, removing his lips from the glass, he covers his mouth. I turn myself to face him in my seat, and watch as he composes himself.
āYour kidding?ā he speaks, raising his brows before setting his drink down. I shake my head and sits there looking a bit shocked. āWhat do you want, Malfoy?ā I ask, resting my elbow in the bar to study him. His grey silvery eyes dart to mine, he shrugs. āJust to see what everyoneās attention was on.ā It was my turn to choke in my drink. āIs that so?ā I question, trying to ignore the embarrassing moment I had to experience with Draco. āYeah, itās quite rare that everyoneās attention is on one woman, rather than the Wizarding worldās most eligible bachelor.ā
I laugh, āI wounded your ego, did I?ā He rolls his eyes and loosens his tie a bit before leaning in closer, whispering āyou wish.ā A silence was brewed between us as we shared a moment of staring. I really couldnāt believe it, I was having a civil conversation with the boy I had punched in fourth year. It was truly remarkable, I wouldāve thought it was a tall tale if I hadnāt been apart of it myself. āIs that all you came for?ā I ask and he gives me a heart stopping, stomach turning, pulse racing, smile. The one that would make any girl swoon. āCourse not. I wanted to meet the lovely lady.ā
We laugh, and thatās what the night was; a laugh. We just talked, told each other stories of ourselves, we even had things in common. He took me to the a V.I.P section so wouldnāt have to keep on yelling over the loud music and soon enough we were on a new topic. As the night drew to its end, he walked me out and into the starry night sky. I wasnāt drunk, but I wasnāt sober either. āDriving wouldnāt be the best idea, now would it?ā he asks and I chuckle, shaking my head. āDefiantly not.ā
āYou could stay at my place?ā Draco offers, putting his thumb over his shoulder and pointing to the building a block over. āIāve been living in the pent house, so thereās more than enough room.ā I thought about it for a moment, I wouldnāt have to face Ron and I defiantly donāt want to go back there to find him and some chic getting it on. There so many bad things I could avoid going with Draco, but I could start so many bad things to. Iāve never considered being friends with him, hell I donāt even think I thought about befriending him. Now heās letting me stay at his place for the night? What if he thinks-
āTo be safe, Granger, really. Thatās all I have in mind.ā he raises his hands in defense and Iām instantly thrown into a fit of giggles. āWhy not?ā I say and he nods, putting out his arm for me to grab. āThis way, m'lady.ā he guess me to his personal limo and weāre driven away.
