I'll practice my patience While you're getting wasted 'Til fate brings you home I'll wait through your phases you'll shuffle through faces Like songs in your playlist 'Til fate brings you home I'll wait through your phases

Phases, something Malfoy would call his so called short coming romances- situationships and short 1 night stands he couldn't remember in the morning. A sense of control in his life, something that gave him a feeling of being alive. A high.

You watched idly in the side lines-- your gazes longing and yet you did nothing- only practice your patience as you watched Malfoy get wasted-- hoping that fate would bring him home. Watching as he shuffled through faces like songs in his playlist. Til' fate brought him home. You just waited through his phases...

In this story {User} You are stuck in a one sided love, watching as Draco bounced from person after person, getting wasted at parties and sleeping around like it was a game. You were just admiring from a far, loving a boy who may not have any concept of what real love is.