Touch Starved

Yet

You woke up, your head was laying on Draco's chest. He was running his fingers through your hair. You felt so much intimacy in his touch you almost didn't want to move. Maybe if you laid here still you could stay here forever. What was happening to you.

"You're awake" he whispered, hearing your breathing change.

"Yeah" you didn't move from your spot on his chest, and his fingers continued running themselves on your hair.

"Your hair smells really nice" he commented, not looking down at you. He seemed to have a hard time with compliments.

"Oh thanks, Its tea tree shampoo" you were a sucker for mint. "Speaking of which, would you like to use my shower? I think maybe we can try going into town today or something and get you clothes? I am afraid I don't have much for you. And my dad was definitely not your size." Your dad was a lot broader than Draco, his shoulders were thick, almost giant. People always joked he must have giant descendants considering how large he was. You didn't get any of that jean, your body was small but curved. Strong in its features, an hourglass.

"That sounds amazing actually." he spoke, you felt silly not offering it sooner.

"I asked the elves to wash what you were wearing, so you didn't have to leave the house in sweats, I figured that wasn't really your speed." it was one thing him wearing them, another that he'd go out like that. You pulled your head away from him reluctantly, and he almost held you there for a moment before letting go. You both stood, he was still sore but able to get around on his own.
"You hop in, I will go get your clothes" You left him standing in the bathroom doorway. You made your way to the laundry room, Draco's clothes were sitting folded and dressed on the dryer.

Elenore even stitched up the holes in his robe. You would have to thank her once you saw her.

You walked back to your room, your bathroom was large. Your father insisted on you taking the master room once you got old enough, he insisted that a lady should have a personal bath space. You knocked lightly on the bathroom door. The shower was running, hot steam rolled past you as you cracked the door.

"Hi sorry, I just wanted to drop off your clothes" you snuck in, setting his folded things near the sink. Your shower was glass, but tinted. So he could see you coming in, but you could not see him. He watched you closely through the glass. "Is it alright if I brush my teeth quickly?" you asked.

"Of course" he let the hot water run over his sore body. Observing you, he couldn't help but smile as you hummed to yourself. Grabbing your toothbrush. You held so much happiness in you, he wondered if he might steal some for himself.

While brushing your teeth you went over to your cupboard. Pulling Draco out a fresh towel and toothbrush.

"I have a new toothbrush for you, I will let it here" you placed it next to his clothes on the counter, on top of the towel. You quickly checked yourself over in the mirror, you look surprisingly well rested for what little sleep you had.

"Don't take too long, I'd like to shower also before we go" you would just use your fathers shower, but all your things were in there with Draco.

"Or you can join me" he spoke, surprised at what came out of his own mouth. You laughed, assuming he was messing with you.

"Maybe another time" you teased back, something in you said maybe he wasn't joking but you pushed her away. He didn't respond, he shook his head. It had been so long since he flirted with anyone, he wondered if he even knew how to do it anymore. Or even if that's what he was doing.

Sometimes things just came out of his mouth before he could think about it. Of course she wouldn't say yes. He thought. She just watched you get your ass kicked in a dirty alleyway.