The Mirror Shows Me You (Draco Malfoy)

8- Slivers

Draco sat down on the shambled bench, beckoning me to sit. Tapping his fingers on the rusted metal.

The bench was big enough for three, so I sat opposite from him. Trying to keep my distance, in case Draco had some trick up his sleeve.

He stared at me from a distance, well, as much distance as you can get from one bench. "So you're just gonna...never mind." He shook his head.

Had he wanted me to sit next to him? Did he want to be close?

Almost reading my mind he shouted, "Well, I didn't really want to sit by you, but I also prefer not to yell." His lips pursed.

Jerk. Whispering, I shot back. "Is this better for you, your highness? I don't wanna make poor little Malfoy embarrassed." My lip popped out in a fake pout.

He scowled. "Get over here Y/L/N, I don't have time for you to fuck around."

Damn, maybe I was a little too much.

I slid closer to Draco, using my hand to brush snow off the seat.

"Is this better- Ow!" I yelped, a stinging sensation on my finger tip. "Bloody hell!"

I looked down to see a shard of something pricked beneath my skin. Shit. I bit my lip so I wouldn't yelp.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco tried peeking over my shoulder to see what I had done, but before he could look I swiveled away.

"Nothing." I muttered. I pressed my other finger on the wound, a hissing sound escaped from my teeth.

"Let me see." Draco ordered.

I didn't want him to think I was being a baby about a sliver. "No it's-"

"Let me see." He repeated as he grabbed my hand from me.

I winced at his movements.

"Stupid, rusted bench." He examined my hand, turning it more towards the light. "You've got it deep in there, haven't you?"

"I'm fine-" But before I could protest, Draco had his finger pressed against mine. He slowly started to ease the sliver out.

"That hurts Malfoy!" I yelped.

He continued to squeeze. "You'll be fine." His finger massaged against mine. "See look."

I looked down to see my finger no longer pricked. Draco rubbed his thumb over the empty wound. It hurt but his touch was so soft.

"Thanks." I mumbled, taking my hand away from him. Immediately I missed the gentle caressing of his hands.

"Yeah." He paused for a moment. "Never mind that now, I have something I need to talk to you about."

Oh? He seemed hushed, like he was about to tell me a secret. And secretly, I hoped he would.
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