Everlasting 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

A Jack Day

Dear Jack,

You told me that you would help me when I needed you. Well, splendid news! You can help the wizarding world! Quite frankly, Voldemort is insane. He has forced my darling Draco with the big fat dick to continue fighting against me, on his side, and that puthy Draco has conformed. So, I got mad at Draco. My last words to him were 'serva me, servabo te', which translate to 'save me, and I'll save you', and recently we're turned to communication through secret ways. Aka, he's sending me flowers and I'm deciphering their meanings, and I'm sending him Latin letters. The point is - we have not seen each for weeks - he has been forced to leave me and leave Hogwarts, and to go to the place where the Death Eaters (evil guys) are residing, which is ... his home. Yeah, he has a massive mansion. Don't even get me started. You'd love it, I'll bring you one day.

Anyway, I've gone off track. I write to you with a request. Your apartment is the only place I can think of that only Draco and I know, that no one else knows the location of. Draco and I, under the circumstances we are in, cannot meet in public places, and the general public assumes for us to have broken up. Therefore, I ask if you would be okay with Draco and I meeting at your place (a secret base, lol) and if we could stay with you for a night, or so. None of this is happening 100%, you see, because communication is so difficult, so none of us know what to expect.

Btw, you might die in the process accidentally.

Then again, that'll just make you want to do it more.

I'll protect you till the very end, my sexy Jack. Anyway, write back only - and I mean ONLY - if you cannot make this happen. Otherwise, do not risk a letter. Just read, and let it happen, and we will come on Saturday at around midnight. Well, I will probably be there earlier. But you mustn't tell anyone. No one - I mean it. Death Eaters lurk everywhere, and you won't even realise. If anyone asks, you don't know a [F/n] Potter, and if you must, the last you saw of her was when she got arrested. You have no seen me, or heard of me, since.

I am sorry for putting all this on you, but then again, I know that you're probably thriving.

Remember - ONLY respond if you disagree.

I love you endlessly and hope your phat ass is doing well,

[F/n] Potter

"Yes, it is, thank you," Jack said to himself with a faint smile before folding up the letter. "I suppose she'll want me to dispose of the letter, just in case, then." With this, he scrunched up the letter instead before heading to his kitchen, grabbing a lighter, and setting the paper on fire above the sink. Your letter completely burned into ashes, falling down into the sink, which he finished off by watering it down. "As if I'd refuse that sexy man sleeping here."

With a sigh, Jack stared at the sink, seeing the letter go down it, and he was immediately filled with an odd sensation of thrill and excitement. Finally, something was happening in his life. He was rid of the everyday routine of his life of going to work and having to work with annoying customers, but he could finally expect something exciting. Wizards! Wizards using his apartment as a secret base - what more could one wish for?

However, it was time for him to cross back to his sitting room where he lifted his jacket and threw it over his shoulders. He turned outside, seeing the dreary weather of England and the grey clouds encompassing the sky and covering the sun, as he sighed and picked up his bag, throwing it over his right shoulder. Inside he put a pack of cigarettes, his wallet, and then he picked up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Today, he took the Metro to get to work, which was generally very efficient since the actual cafe was underground, and therefore it gave him the easiness of simply crossing over and already being there.

It appeared as though, today, Gemma was not in the best of moods. It was only upon's Jack entrance that she finally sighed of relief, throwing down the cloth she was holding onto the counter. Jack smiled lightly when he caught side of her tiredness.

"You alright?"

"No," she groaned, "I just had a customer complain."

"What for?"

"Said the coffee's cold."

Jack could not help but laugh lightly, as he recalled the best time of his life when someone complained of their coffee being cold. He truly missed his favourite co-worker, [F/n] Potter, and all the excitement she brought about at work. Ever since you'd gotten arrested and did not return to work, his job seemed far less interesting and returned to being a tiresome chore.

"Well, I've got some good news," he said, throwing his bag down, "[F/n]'s coming back."

"To work?"

"No. Just to England."

"Oh yeah, how's Scotland going for her?"

"Yeah, good. It's her summer holidays soon again."

"Oh, right. Hopefully she'll come and visit. Maybe she'll come back to work?"

"Nah, I doubt. She seems busy. Plus, she'll just tackle someone again."

"Gosh, don't remind me," Gemma huffed, shaking her head, "Lydia starts her shift today at three."

"That's fine," Jack said, heading into the back where he proceeded to put on his uniform and wrap the apron around his waist, before exiting back out to the front, where Gemma was already serving the customer. He thus took it upon himself to start cleaning the coffee machines, before turning back to Gemma and reinforcing a conversation. And, as he was doing so, he could not help but beg for the return of [F/n] Potter. This tiring routine began to daunt itself on him, reminding him of boredom, and all he could not wish for was some excitement. The periods when you were in his life were the most entertaining of all, and without them, he felt bored and tired. Everything seemed like an absolute chore. Thus, he grew more and more excited for Saturday, knowing that he was finally involved in some thrill, and hopefully would remain involved. "Oh, my mum contacted me." He finally said, turning back to Gemma who had now finished serving the customer.

"Oh, no way! What did she say?"

"She said that dad spoke about me, and hopefully he'll come around soon."

"That's good news, right?"

"I don't know," Jack sighed, turning back to the coffee machine, "he said some pretty hurtful things, and it just feels insincere. I think she's just saying it because she doesn't want me to think about it anymore."

"If he can't accept it, then it's his loss."

"Everyone says that," Jack laughed, "but it's not the same when it's your dad. You just want him to accept it, whether it's his loss or not."

"Yeah, I understand. Have you tried to speak to him?"

"No. When he kicked me out, he said he doesn't want to hear from me ever again."

"Oh, Jack," Gemma sighed sadly, her eyes growing glassy, "well, you know you can always come round to mine anytime, right?"

"I know," he smiled. He proceeded to stare at the coffee machines for some moments longer, thinking about Saturday.

For the next few days, it was only Saturday that sat around in his mind. The ability to see [F/n] Potter - it was all he wanted now, to feel the thrill and the excitement of your presence and your entire existence. Wherever [F/n] Potter was, trouble always followed, but it was in the most humorous and enjoyable way that one felt like they were in a book or movie. Thus, it was the thought of Saturday that dragged him through each and every day, that kept him excited, and the closer the day got, the more he felt his own stomach release butterflies as his mind became entirely encompassed by the need for hedonism which he believed would be sufficiently supplied upon your arrival.