“As you should. After so many orgasms last night, you should be still screaming from the rooftops.”Draco scowled a little as he glanced up at her rude interruption, before going back to finishing off the paperwork he was going over. While he didn’t have to work, his father continuously told him he didn’t have to, but he enjoyed working at grigotts.
Huffing out a breath when he realized his wife wasn’t going anywhere and expected him to read it with her hovering over him he flicked a glance towards the door.”Don’t you have something else to be doing?”He asked, while in the beginning he and Astoria had been well suited, and he had thought he’d grow to love her, at 23 he was over the fantasy, and so wishing he could get rid of her. But he hadn’t found a way out without ruining his reputation, and despite how sick he felt over how he’d made that reputation, he wasn’t about to throw it away, and render everything he’d ever done, good or bad, meaningless. While the sex was still outstanding, and sometimes the only reason he could stand to be near his wife, he was tired of his life.
Leaning back into his chair as he picked up the letter he made a show of picking it up and sliding his thumb under the seal and pulled out the letter. Reading it quickly he stood, reaching for the dark trench coat laying on the couch.”I’m going out for the evening. Don’t expect me home for dinner.”he said pausing long enough to give her a goodbye kiss and pull his jacket on, looking like everyone would expect for the Malfoy heir.
Dressed in black slacks, a charcoal grey dress shirt, with the wool coat over it. Though his hair was shorter then it had been when he was young, it was still brushing his cheek, hanging loosely in his face, the dark blond five o’clock shadow on his face, making him look dashing rather then scraggly. He looked young, rich and like a man who was used to walking into a room and having everyone stop and look at him, whether in fear or lust, it was always the question.
Apparating to Riddle manor he walked through the halls silently, enjoying the relative silence that greeted his appearance. Like his father, the man was a well loved, well treated death eater. Knocking lightly on the dark lord’s door, he paused long enough to get a answer before stepping inside. “You wished to see me, my lord?”He said tilting his head a little.
