Touch Starved

Did you recognize him?

//TW: Assault//

You both slept in, it was probably noon before you rolled out of bed. He was still sleeping deeply. Your owl landed in your window with today paper. You fed her a snack, taking the paper from her. You rolled it open.

One the front page was a massive photo of you and Draco kissing on the streets of London. You sighed deeply. They worked fast.

"Whats up?" Draco asked, you hadn't noticed he woke up.

"Ex Death Eater, and notorious bad boy locks lips with random y/h/c beauty on the streets of London" you read him aloud the title that's printed across the article. You nodded, setting it down before heading towards the restroom.

When you came out Draco was standing at the window, reading intently.

"I am so sorry..." he spoke once you came out.

"Wait, what about? I am the one who kissed you. I should be the one apologizing" you felt bad, he had managed to avoid headlines for nearly a week for the first time since after the trial.

"But people will talk about you" he was confused, he knew his name was a virus. And didn't want you to have to deal with it like he did.

"Okay? I don't care if people talk about me" you looked at the paper.

"It's says here" Draco read for you from the paper "we can only assume the y/h/c woman is another one of Draco Malfoy's bad boy fangirls"

You shrugged "well we both know I'm not. So let people talk"

"You amaze me" his eyes are fixed on you now. How you can seem so completely unaffected by people watching eyes is amazing to him. You shrug.

"We will be old news by tomorrow" you stash the paper away. No need harping on silly things, people who won't even remember you once the gossip ceased.

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But people didn't forget, That photo of you and Draco hung on the front pages of every paper and gossip magazine for a month. You start receiving letters from friends, asking why they saw you kissing Draco Malfoy on the paper. You started just chucking letters if the person even mentioned it. Half of these people haven't written to you since school ended. Why all of a sudden do they care who you're around?

One evening, you were walking in and Draco was reading some of the letters you left on the windowsill.

"We will be old news by tomorrow huh?" he felt guilty, you both hadn't left the house much since this all started. Not since someone harassed you at the grocery store. You have been having the elves grabbing the groceries since. Some papers have even managed to find your name no doubt from people who knew you.

"Hey" you shrug, "I am pretty cute. People are probably just amazed you could pull someone as good looking as I am" you tried desperately to lighten the mood. He scoffed.

"I am pretty good-looking. I think people find us pretty evenly matched" he gleamed, he was wearing a black v-neck shirt and some dark wash jeans. Even in casual clothes he was ethereal.

"Sure, if blondey, bad boys are their type" you mocked. You two had gotten into a routine of picking on one another during the day, flirty sassy remarks. But holding each other at night. You never did get around to making the guest room. Tensions hung in every room you both were in for more than a few moments.

"Or if y/h/c, goddess' are their type" as much as he loved boasting himself up. He loved boasting you up more. You blushed from time to time. But you tried hard to cover what he could do to you.