Summary
Draco sighed as he sank in the leather armchair in his study with a glass of wine is his hand. His head ached, but his heart hurt even more. He had promised himself, when he first told Astoria that he loved her, that he would never, ever be like his father and hurt his wife. Draco set the wine glass down as he buried his head in his hands, wishing for death. Drastoria drabble