Author's Note: this is just a Drarry story I've been working on for a while. I hope you all enjoy.
WARNINGS: For this chapter, there aren't many. Just a bit of an angsty, sexy Draco. ;)
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I tore through my dressing room, heading for the door, and flat out sprinted toward the emergency exit sign at the back of the building. He caught the back pocket of my shorts, and we went down.
"Let go of me!" I screamed as he tried to pin me down, but he couldn't find purchase for my lack of clothing.
He lunged for my waist-length hair as I got to my feet, but the silky strands slipped through his fingers. I managed to kick him in the groin, and vaulted out the back door of the club. I kept running until I got to the corner, under a street lamp, and dry heaved until my body realized there was nothing in my stomach to upchuck.
As I was looking back at the blinking sign of Vin-essence strip club, I heard the back door to the club slam, and knew I had to move. I started to run again, ignoring my screaming lungs and trembling muscles. I knew I couldn't be alone, so I started in the direction of the only place i'd be safe, willing my aching muscles to make it until i got there.
I knocked on the door, my body already beginning to shut down now that the adrenaline was draining.
"Draco? Shit, it's freezing out here!" Blaise fussed, as he opened the door, and pulled me inside.
He shut the door, turned to face me, and raised an eyebrow at my appearance. I was only wearing tight, leather short-shorts, fishnet stockings, strappy, knee-high, four-inch stripper heels, and a six-inch furry tail looped through my belt loops to top it all off.
"Get this make-up off me will you?" I sighed gesturing to my cat whiskers.
He chuckled, "come on."
He kissed my cheek, and took my hand, leading me down the hallway.
"You know... I'm loving the tail," He whispered into my ear.
"I will tell your wife," I deadpanned, pushing him away, "besides, I think I've had enough of creepy, perverted, stalker men for one day."
I walked away from him, and started toward the guest bedroom. He grabbed my hand to stop me, and this time I couldn't help it. I crumbled to the floor, and started bawling. Blaise held me to his chest to muffle my cries as to not wake his sleeping wife and children.
"I'm sorry, Drake."
"He's back, Blaise," I choked into his pajamas, smudging my forgotten make-up on them.
"Who?" He asked pushing me back, and shaking me slightly.
"Jason."
"Your Jason?"
"Yes. And don't call him MY Jason," I whined giving him a shot to the shoulder, "he found me, Blaise. Again."
"Then we'll get another order."
"Dammit, Blaise! Obviously the restraining orders aren't working!" I yelled at him.
"Blaise?" Came a weary voice from down the hall.
"Pansy" Blaise stood, and met his wife.
"It's 2am. What are you-" she looked past him, "oh Draco."
She walked around Blaise and knelt down beside me on the floor.
"You may want to stop bending down like that, the baby just may decide to come out a month or two early," I joked, getting to my feet, and pulling her up with me.
"Shut up, Drake!" She responded hugging ne tightly and kissing my cheek, "let's get you a shower, you smell like that horrid place," she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
She took me by the hand into the guest bathroom, and stripped me down.
"Go on and get clean, you know where everthing is," she stated exiting the bathroom, taking my clothes with her.
She's probably going to burn them. Pansy Zabini is very no-nonsense especially when it comes to the strip club that I work at.
"Love you, Pansy," I whispered after her.
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"I need to call Vinnie and tell him the news," I said to Blaise and Pansy who were sitting and talking quietly at the kitchen table.
I caught the cell phone that was thrown my way and dialed the familiar number.
"Hello?" Came a sultry voice from the other end of the line.
"Hey Vin, honey. I have some bad news... I'm moving. I have an aunt that lives in London who's terribly ill, and on bedrest. I have to go out and take care of her. I'll most likely be getting her house after she's passed so I won't be back. I'm so sorry, but I do want to thank you for all that you've done."
"Damn, Draco. This is short notice, but I guess you can't do anything else, huh? Well, alright. I wish your aunt well, I send my love." He answered, sounding disappointed.
I hung up and handed Blaise back his phone.
"You're going to hell." Blaise chuckled.
"Sweetheart, I have a first class ticket. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I kissed them both and went to my room.
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'I'm dying! And something's got my feet! I can't move! I can't breathe! Someone's choking me, I can't fucking breathe!'
I coughed again, choking and almost threw up all over myself. I thrashed again, and struggled to get up because it's coming. I know it's coming, I can feel it churning in my stomach.
I tried to gulp down air, only to end up choking again and gasping like a fish out of water. 'God Blaise, get the hell up and come help me!'
"Drake!" Oh thank merlin.
Blaise untangled my feet, and I bolted into the bathroom; coughing, screaming, choking, crying, and Throwing up into the toilet all at the same time.
All around, Fucking fun times.
And on top of it all, Blaise was standing behind me, holding my long hair and patting my back.
He knew damn well how much I hated it when people watched me puke, but he never listens. When I was done, he helped me wash my face, then carried me back to my bed. We laid down together, and he held me while I cried myself to sleep. He knew how much I hated that too... But he never listens. He's never listened.
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