Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

15 - His Soulmate

Draco felt the shameful plunge of his stomach as he stepped out of his meeting with Kingsley and walked straight into a stony faced looking Blaire.

"Three weeks our little boy has been asking when his daddy is going to read to him again." She hissed, jabbing a finger angrily in his chest. "Three weeks! Did you seriously think I would just shrug my shoulders and accept that without any explanation?"

"Blaire, please," Draco implored, his heart twisting painfully at the thought of hurting his son, "it hasn't been an easy decision for me to make."

"Could you not have trusted me to understand? Have I not proven to you that I've got your back, that I've always got your fucking back!"

She was angry, and rightly so, Draco thought ashamedly. He'd gone about this entirely the wrong way, thinking it was best to just stay away rather than having to cope with saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry," he said, guilt coursing through his veins. "And you're right, you deserve an explanation."

"Damn right I do!"

The door behind him flew open, making him startle.

"Um- would you two like to use the meeting room?" Kingsley asked, poking his head out. "I think I might go and knock Minerva up for a cup of her special brew."

Draco gratefully accepted, moving inside to continue their conversation as Kingsley bade them farewell.

As he closed the door, shutting them in the room together, Draco looked back at Blaire, expecting the fury to still be rife upon her face.

But instead he was surprised to see her look utterly pained and defeated; hurt. And he had to fight the maddening urge to take her in his arms and take it all away.

"Blaire, I-I-" he spluttered, rooted to the spot in shame.

"Don't hurt Jack," she said shakily, "please."

Draco released a heavy, resigned sigh; his entire body sagging in exhaustion and heartache. "I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt him... or you."

"Then please," Blaire begged again, "don't turn your back on him. He doesn't deserve that. He's just a five year old little boy who wants to know his daddy."

No longer being able to take the weight of the pain and emotion anymore, Draco grabbed the nearest chair and plonked himself heavily down, tiredly rubbing his face in his hands.

"That day I spent with you and Jack," he murmured hoarsely, slowly looking back up at Blaire, "it was probably the best day of my life. In fact, it was everything; beyond my wildest dreams. When I returned home, I told Astoria I was held up at work." He paused, feeling that familiar flood of utter self loathing and hatred. "I told myself the lie was okay, was necessary even. But then there was Daphne."

"Daphne?" Blaire asked, evidently confused by what his sister in law had to do with anything.

"She was utterly distraught because she suspected Theo; her husband and father of her unborn child, was lying to her; claiming to be at work when it was fairly obvious he'd been with someone else. And I thought, what a piece of scum, before realising I was doing exactly the same thing to Astoria."

"It's not the same, Drac," Blaire said in a breathy whisper, "surely you must see that?"

"If I could, I would divorce Astoria in a heartbeat rather than lie to her again, but I can't; it's a fucking death sentence. And I refuse to be a Theo; the husband who tells his wife he is at work when really he's just screwing around-"