Killing Me Softly Sequel_Married Life_Draco Malfoy Story 7

'Finally, we're home,' Draco exhaled, relieved, removing his robe and letting it drop on the floor. Monica took tiredly her heels off and looked around their now dark and empty living room. All night long they danced and showed off how much in love they were and that pissed her off, making her want to scream from time to time. But, she restrained herself and acted to be the ideal wife. And all because of Draco ... she loved him, she really did but sometimes she couldn't take the way he treated her, she hated it. She rubbed her forehead, as a strong headache bugged her for some time now and now she only wanted to go to their room and drop dead on the bed. Draco though didn't allow it. He quickly took her by the waist from behind and pulled her back to him. He whispered by her ear, his lip brushing on her earlobe, 'where are you going, pretty wife of mine?'
'I'm tired Draco,' she said curtly and irritably and abruptly took his hands off her and freed herself from him.
'What's the matter with you?' Draco asked, annoyed, following her to the stairs. She had already climbed a couple but she stopped and turned around. She put her hand on the cold wall and supported herself. She thought she could keep it in but she was wrong.
'I can't believe you treated me like that tonight,' she protested in hushed tones. The kids were sleeping just some stairs above them.
'Like what?' Draco asked, an angry look on his face.
'Like a trash!' she cried. He snorted, dug his hands in his pants' pockets and looked the other way.
'You treated me like I was a mere marionette in your hands, devoted to your selfish commands,' she went on, with a shaky voice, her eyes watered a bit. Draco set his eyes on her face and studied it in the dark, her make up was spoiled and her hair not half as perfect as it was before.
'I felt like I had no mind or self-esteem of my own,' she whispered, feeling weak.
'Don't you think you are exaggerating and being overly dramatic?' he asked, coldly, not touched by her disturbed emotions. She pressed her lips tightly and held back anything else she wanted to say. She folded her arms firmly under her chest and stated, stubbornly, 'no, I don't think that I am.'
She saw his surprise when he realized that she was in fact being serious about this so he loosened up. He went up the few stairs to her and stopped to the one step below her. He put his hands on her bare arms and rubbed them a little. He looked up in her eyes and said sweetly the perfect apology, 'I'm sorry I made you feel like this but I really didn't mean it. Cmon baby, let's sleep and forget about it.'
She knew he didn't mean it, not one word.
'Ok,' Monica said lowly and nodded. Draco grinned to himself, satisfied with his perfect performance. He tried to give her a kiss but she pressed her hand on his mouth, pushing him lightly back. Draco frowned.
'You are sleeping on the couch tonight,' she stated strictly and finally went up all the stairs. Draco glared stunned at her when she turned back for a last hit, 'oh, and don't try appariting in the room. I'll put a hex on the walls.'

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Draco spun on the uncomfortable leather sofa and tried to get some more sleep when the morning sunbeams brightened the living room. He groaned in protest when he couldn't find a position to suit him and kicked back the thin blanket that covered his body and gave him no warmth. He laid still, his arm over his forehead, staring the ceiling. He sighed, he got no sleep last night, not because the couch was a pain to sleep on but because of the fight he had with Monica. Was she right? And if she was, why was he wrong? He couldn't be wrong, he was never wrong! Well, maybe sometimes he was but things like that could absolutely not be admitted. Lana, the house elf, run into the living room and kneeled by the couch, near his face. She joined her thin, destroyed hands under her head and cheered timidly, 'sir, Mrs. Monica is in the dining room, she saw your gift, go to her now that shes exited, go to her sir, go!'
Draco quickly sat up and hissed, 'are you ordering me?'
Lana's eyes widened and her little body dropped on the floor.
'No, master, no, of course not,' she cried. Draco didn't make a big deal of it and got up, frustrated. He didn't get Monica a gift, he wouldn't. She had to apologize first for her behavior last night even if she was right and he wrong. Draco glared down at the tiny elf that got on its feet but still shook like a leaf in front of his knees.
'GO,' he barked, pointing with a hand the living room's double mahogany doors. She nodded and run away. Draco rushed to the dining room to see what the fuss was all about. He barged in and found Monica and the triplets gathered around a bouquet of a dozen red roses. As soon as Monica saw Draco, she hid the smile from her face and turned serious and walked to her seat.
'Ah, they are so lovely!' Narcissa cheered, bouncing at her spot while Anna had her face stuck in the roses, smelling them again and again.
'Pfht, girls! They get exited over stupid stuff,' Oliver sneered. Draco watched the obscenity of the scene, saying nothing, dreading over who might have sent them.
'Roses are better than brooms!' Narcissa yelled with her delightful screechy voice.
'Yeah right,' Oliver scorned, 'at least brooms can take you wherever you want. Where can roses take you, ha?'
Even if his point was simple, it was also true. Narcissa hated that she found nothing else to argue with and just folded her arms. Oliver went on, 'the only thing that roses are good for is look pretty in a corner until they die!'
Anna jerked her head up from the roses and gasped. Then, she scolded, pointing her forefinger at him, 'and brooms get old and break! And there's always another model to replace them!'
Draco stood still by the doors, still watching. Monica seemed amused with the discussion and theories her triplets were coming with, drinking peacefully her coffee.
'Kids, go to the living room. Your mum and me have to talk,' Draco broke in their argument that soon would turn into a fight.
'But we didn't eat breakfast yet,' Oliver complained, forgetting all about flowers and brooms.
'Then, take it with you,' Draco said simply. The triplets nodded and left the room. As soon as they were gone Monica quickly got up and eagerly run to the flowers and got the big card that was showing off right in the middle of the beautiful bouquet. Draco quickly went after her and grabbed the card out of her hand.
'Draco,' she squeaked a bit and then went sweet, 'I didn't get a chance to read it in front of the kids. Let me read it now.'
'Um later,' he gulped and paused, 'are we ok now?'
'Not until I read the card,' she smiled and playfully tried to get it from him but he put his hand with it behind his back.
'Let me read it to you,' Draco suggested, with a grin on that he knew Monica couldn't resist.
'Ok,' she nodded. He opened the card and said in perfect composure, 'my love, please forgive my unthinking and bad behavior last night. I could not sleep knowing you were mad at me and I spent the whole night searching for the perfect roses to get you accept my apology. You have to know I would never hurt you on my knowing will as I cannot but love you as life itself. A life you and only you give meaning to. Yours always, Draco.'
Draco lifted his eyes up and saw Monica's ones a bit red. She was touched and sorry. He knew she liked crap like that and it was good for him that his mother always forced him to read all kinds of books and poems since he was 5. Monica stayed still for a few seconds, surely replaying in her mind his words. Then, she cupped his face and brought it close to hers. She brushed her lips on his. She smelled of coffee and toast. Draco licked his lips, tasting her when she drew back.
'I'll repay you tonight,' she said sweetly and smiled, 'but now, 'I'll go call the triplets so we can have a proper breakfast as a family.'
When she run out of the room, Draco sighed in relief and hid the card in his pants' pocket. His family soon returned and they all sat down for their breakfast. Draco struggled through it, as he had in his mind the real words they were written on the card. It wrote, 'my love never died for you ... please, reconsider me and give me the chance to make you happy by my side ... Antony'

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