TOXIC LITTLE BITCH. (DM)

Fifteen

As she promised, she went straight to bed after she showered, but that didn't stop her from laying there with her eyes plastered to the ceiling for hours not being able to get a wink of sleep.

Just as life was starting to get good, it was slowly starting to crash and burn.

Whilst laying there in bed, Effie started to hear the sound of music being played from downstairs, but not like a radio, someone was playing the piano.

She slipped on her dressing gown and slippers and tip toed along the hall, following the sound of the beautiful tune.

There were a lot of things that Malfoy could do that really wouldn't surprise her at all, it was Malfoy, he was theoretically perfect, but this came as a shock.

As Effie walked into the lounge, she was met with the back of his head, but she could see his fingers moving magically across the piano, creating such blissful noise.

How could someone so cold and so bitter be able to make lovely melodies that made her feel so warm and relaxed inside?

He had no idea she was there behind him listening and she didn't want him to know, because if he did then he might have stopped, and the sound he was creating was the only thing right now that was helping Effie relax.

She sat there, on the couch behind him, for about ten minutes, not making a single sound, just staring at the back of his head as if she was in a dream.

He eventually stopped, maybe to go get a drink or something, but he didn't get that far, his face turned red as he turned around and saw the copper haired, emerald green eyed girl staring back at him.

"How long have you been there for?" He asked somewhat nervously.

"Long enough, who taught you how to play?" She tried to sound not as interested as she actually was.

"My mother taught me when I was little, it's just stuck since then." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

It was heart warming to hear that Draco, as sour as he was now, was once a sweet innocent little boy, the image of a tiny little Malfoy sitting on his mother's knee, getting frustrated with the keys played across her mind.

"Well, as much as it pains me to admit, your alright." She gave him a half hearted smile before standing up and going to turn towards the door.

"Wait." He gently grabbed her by the wrist, she turned back to face him with a vacant look across her face. "What's it going to take for you to just sit with me? I'm bored."

Effie fought with herself in her own head, she was still so angry at him, but the more she looked at him that anger seemed to only turn into pure lust for the boy, she wanted to forgive him there and then but that would just make it far too easy to make this sort of mistake again and get away with it.

"Come on Effie, I know I'm an idiot. Just please sit wi—"

"Okay fine, but just for a while, then I'm going to bed. You can go make the tea." She nudged.

"Your easily pleased." He laughed.

"Trust me it's going to take a lot more than a cup of tea for me to forgive you, but nice try." She gave him a false smile.

They sat in the lounge, the silence was nothing short of deadly as they both say nursing cups of tea, Effie tried her hardest to avoid his eye contact but couldn't help noticing him staring at her from the corner of her eye.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She snapped self-consciously.

"Like what?" He acted oblivious, furrowing his eyebrows.