How easily it all fell apart -- March 2016

I was working late at the restaurant and grabbed a drink afterwards.  I was so stressed at work that I needed to unwind before I got home.  It was the beginning of summer break, so the kids were home from another year at school so it was no longer me and Dean at home.  It has been different between us since the attack, but it was nothing we could nto get past.  And really, things were great considering everything that has happened.  I was sitting at the bar after a few martinis and everyone from work had left for the night.  I figured that I was going to have to head home when I saw a familiar face.  "Draco?" I questioned, wondering what he was doing at a place like this.  I would have never expected seeing him in a place that allowed Muggles.

I had a glass of scotch in front of me when I heard my name.  I looked over and I saw Addison.  How long has it been since I have seen her?  It seemed like ages.  I smiled at her and stood up and moved to sit next to her on the empty bar stool.  "Addie," I said, unable to help myself and looking her over.  She still looked amazing.  "How are you?" I questioned.  I had heard some time ago that Dean was in an accident.  I still disliked the Blacks and Potters, but I was mature enough now to loathe them completely.  I was out of the control of my parents so I could actually form my own opinions.  And to be honest, there was no point in holding onto old school rivalries and hatred.

I gave him a hug without even thinking.  I sat back down and ordered yet another drink.  "I'm doing alright," I said, shrugging.  My life was nothing special right now.  "How have you been?  I hear Stan and Dorian are quite a pair at school," I added, automatically talking about the kids.  I could not help myself.

I nodded; Dorian did indeed tell me about how he was friends with Constantine Black.  To be honest, I had been surprised to hear that one of them had been Sorted into Slytherin.  I smiled at Addison.  "I'm here drinking my fourth scotch, you tell me how I'm doing," I said, chuckling.  Okay, the scotch was starting to get to me.  I was tired of everything that came with being in my family - including Pansy, my father... everything.  I was just ready to quit everything and move far away.  The only thing keeping me here was my son.  "what are you doing here pounding down martinis like they're going out of style?" I inquired, taking a sip.

I smiled and had to agree with him there.  What good reason was there to be at a bar when you had a family at home?  I glanced at his left hand and saw no wedding band.  I could not believe that he was not wearing one.  "Problems at home?" I inquired, taking a drink of my dry martini.  I was sure that our stories would be very similar tonight.  "And I'm here because I need to relieve some stress... there's too much going on at home," I answered him, fiddling with my own ring on my left hand.  I was really doing some thinking when it came to my marriage.

I laughed and shrugged.  "You could say that," I said, shaking my head.  Pansy had moved out; we were technically separated.  We were unsure of what was going on with our marriage.  I knew we were on rocky ground.  I ran a hand through my hair and finished my scotch, ordering myself another one.  I ordered Addison another martini as well seeing that she finished hers.  We sat there talking and laughing.  I realized that it had been awhile since I had laughed that hard.  I was unsure if it was just the alcohol or if it was the company or a mixture of the two.  I would guess the latter.  I checked the time and sadly, it was only ten o'clock in the evening.  I could not believe that we were this inebriated and it was that early.  "We don't party like we used to," I joked, shaking my head at us.  I stood up, stumbling slightly.  "I suppose we should act like responsible adults and not close the bar out..." Even though I highly doubted I could make it until two or three in the morning when they would close.

I stared into his grey eyes and saw something that I had not seen in Dean's eyes for so long.  I smiled at him and chuckled.  "When did we ever really party hard?" I teased, putting a hand on his arm.  We laughed and I realized I had not removed my hand.  We both looked at each other and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him.  I pulled away from him, breathless.  "Draco... I don't know if this is a good idea," I said, still really close to him.

I nodded, understanding completely.  "Yeah, you're probably right," I agreed, backing away slightly so I would not be tempted.  We were drunk... bad decisions are always made when one is drunk.  It was not a good idea at all.  We should probably leave and ignore the fact that we kissed.  I was about to say something along those lines when Addison kissed me again.  Apparently we did not care if it was a good idea or not.  "Let's go," I whispered, sort of saying what I initially wanted to.  But this time I meant together rather than separately.

I nodded at him and I let him Apparate us back to Malfoy Manor I suspected.  I knew that this was the worst idea possible to do, but I did not care.  We kissed each other passionately and my fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.  We could not help but laugh when we stumbled into an end table and ended up falling onto the couch.  We were so drunk that we could barely stay upright.  I finally got his shirt off of him and he lifted my blouse over my head.  We stood back up and he started to direct us towards the bedroom.  We stumbled up the stairs and with each step we seemed to shed more of our clothes.  Our shoes were on the stairs, our shirts in the living room, everything but our underwear was spread throughout the house.  Once the door closed behind us, Draco pushed me against the door.  I ran my fingers through his hair and he unstrapped my bra and let it fall to the ground.  We moved and collapsed ontot he bed, running our hands over each other's bare skin.

We were on the bed and we were caressing each other.  Moving in unison with each other... kissing... it was so passionate.  I had not felt something like this for quite some time.  We laid next to each other, breathing heavily and she was resting her head on my chest with my arm around her.  I felt like I had sobered up and I was unsure of what was going through her head.  I had no regrets... I would do it again.  but I was separated from my wife... Addison was still with Dean.  "You should probably go... I don't know if this was a good idea," I said quietly, tracing shapes on her shoulder absentmindedly.

I propped myself up so I could look at Draco.  "I chose to do this... Draco, I wanted to do this," I said to him softly, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.  "But I should go... I will see you again, though, right?" I inquired, sitting up to gather what I could that was in his bedroom.  I did not realize until now how much we had stripped before the bedroom.

I stood up, slipping into my boxers.  I grabbed a robe for her to put around herself.  I was unsure where Dorian was, so I did not think it wise for Addison to go out there without something covering herself.  I smiled at her.  "Of course we will see each other again," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder.  "Perhaps I should be the one to go out and fetch our clothes."  I knew discretion was key at the moment.

I smiled at him and nodded.  The last thing I needed was for his son to see me.  I moved to the adjacent bathroom and attempted to make my hair look presentable again while Draco went out to gather my clothes.  I heard voices and I bit my lip nervously, glad that I was no longer visible in the bedroom.

When I had gotten home from hanging with Crabbe and Goyle, I had seen things knocked off of the end table, a lamp on the floor.  I then noticed clothing and shoes.  I raised my eyebrows, chuckling.  Dad apparently brought home a friend.  I knew that he and Mum were having issues.  I was just surprised that he had been so careless... unless he was wasted.  I started to head up the stairs to my bedroom when I saw Dad coming out of his room.  The woman I saw within for just a moment made me quite surprised.  I smiled at Dad when he came out.  "Well, well, well," I said, crossing my arms.  "What do you have to say for yourself, mister?"  Oh, I was going to enjoy holding this over his head.

I had seen my son and instantly I shut the door behind me quickly.  I stared at Dorian and shook my head.  "Drop it, Ian," I said, shaking my head.  I really did not want him to figure out who was behind that door.  He was a couple years older than Constantine and I knew that he was sort of like a role model for the young boy.  I would hate for him to have something that could break the kid.  Because I knew that Dorian would tell Constantine.  We were honest with our friends, that was one thing that us Malfoys could say proudly.