a waitingondhr and odairsascare collaboration
drabble by odairsascare
The noise from the ongoing party pressed against the door, a few occasional obnoxious laughs peeling through the eave. Still, for the most part, Draco considered himself safe from the cacophony he’d subjected his home to for the sake of business. He locked the door behind him, shuffling through the dim-lit room, feeling welcomingly alone among the towers of books the Malfoy family had collected over the ages. He would take the words written here over the blubbering conversations outside, and even if he couldn’t tolerate what he was reading he could always shut the book and cast it away. If only he could do the same to people.
“The renowned Draco Malfoy abandoning his own party, what will the Daily Prophet have to say about this?” The mockingly sweet voice of journalism called from behind. He could see the headlines already, some kind of political rant about his ‘incapability to care for anything but himself’ as was the usual formula. He was constantly on the hot seat with the papers, his face stamped on his company name in press along with some ridicule about his every move. He could cure mortality and the woman behind the print would probably call him Voldemort. Anything to inflame her ego and deflate his profit.
Draco dreaded turning around, contemplated if a fall from two steps up a staircase would be enough to kill him or at least knock him unconscious. Intelligence told him it would only give her more material to work with.
“And what are you doing here, Granger?”