Felicity

12

Chocolate;

"Hannah! Dean! How are you guys?" I cheerfully ask as I walk up to the pair. 

They groaned as they pointed to their books. "We have an exam straight after the holiday's neither of us studied for. We'll be in the library all day," Dean pouted. 

"Oh, good luck is all I can say really," I chuckle slightly. 

They both nod their heads and sulk all the way to the library. 

I carry on skipping to the room of requirement, I paused in my tracks as the sun blinded me slightly. "You know what..." I thought to myself. 

With a smirk growing on my face, I jogged to the room of requirement and stepped inside. Draco stood there, impatiently waiting for me. 

"You're late!" He snapped, an irritated look on his face. 

"I know. We're not working on this," I smiled, leaning against the table. 

He rose a brow, "Excuse me?" I walked over and grabbed his wrist, dragging him away from that cabinet and all the way to the door. 

"We're spending the day in Hogsmead today," I clarify before reaching for the door. 

He slams his hand against it, stopping me from leaving. "To hell we are, we need to fix the cabinet," he mutters.

"Draco, we've been at it all day. I want to go outside and enjoy the sun, don't worry, no one we know will be there," I explained. 

He parted his lips to speak but I stopped him, "No! Come on, drinks on me." I opened the door and skipped outside, satisfied that I can hear footsteps following after me. 

-

We walked down the snowy ground in silence. The sun was shining but it was still really cold however there has been less snow. 

"Would you care for a butterbeer?" I ask, not looking up to meet his gaze. 

I stared at his feet as he kicked the snow, thinking he's ignoring me. "Yeah, okay," he mumbles. 

I let out a breath I didn't even realise I was holding and walk towards the three broomsticks. I open the door and hold it out for him, he eyes me weirdly but shrugs it off. 

"We can sit at the table in the back," I told him and walked towards the back. 

He takes out a chair for me and it's my turn to look at him weirdly. "I can be a gentleman you know," he huffs and I don't question him, instead sitting down. 

"I'll go get us drinks," he says, putting his scarf on the table. "No, it's fine, my treat," I add as I get up but he just pushes me back down on the chair and walks to the counter  

Rubbing my hands together, I stare at him as he makes the order. I've never had the chance to notice how pale his skin is, paler than usual. He looks almost unwell and I feel horrible for him, I wanted to bring him out because I know there is something about that cabinet that he's not telling me. 

Furthermore, I'm not going to push. I'm nosy but I know my limits.

He snaps me back by placing a butterbeer in front of me. "Thank you," I smiled and he nodded in return. 

"So...tell me about yourself," I say, taking a sip from my drink. 

He leans back into his chair as he pulls the drink towards himself, "What do you want to know, Monet?" I shrug my shoulders, "Anything. Tell me something no one else know's about Draco Malfoy."