It isn't your decision *D.M*

22. Smut

Draco's POV

I really just want the best for her, but fine if she doesn't want me to help her she's the one who has to deal with it not I.

I care about her, I just don't want her to fall back into that deep black hole. Which is filled with sadness and loneliness. Why doesn't she understand that I have to do this. I have to help her. It isn't her decision anymore. I've promised it to myself.

I'll never let anyone hurt her again neither will I hurt her ever again.

I pace out of her room, I'm furious. I have to leave before I loose my temper. Without looking back at her I leave, I want to shut the door as loud as possible. Why? I don't fucking know.

I shut it and a second before it closes completely I hear her quiet voice saying something. I can't make out, the whole sentence but I stop and push the door open a bit more again.

"I need you, Draco."

After about a half minute of me standing there she raises her voice.

"I need you Draco Malfoy."

That's it, she needs me and I need her. I storm back inside her room and meet her with puffy eyes and heavy breathing.

Izzy's POV

He heard me, and he came back.

"Draco? I - I don't want to be alone." That's not what I should've said. I was supposed to excuse me for multiple things that happened today, but it's easier this way.

"I uhm guess I could stay here until you fall asleep?" He sounds insecure, I can see him shifting in his place slightly. Is he uncomfortable with this? We've already kissed and more.

"Mhh, that would be nice." I say with a smile on my face. I'm terrible at hiding the flush of my cheeks and he definitely noticed.

He walks over to my bed and sits down, his head rises and our eyes meet.

I didn't have much time today, to admire his beautiful eyes. I love them, and his platinum blonde hair. The way it falls messy down on his forehead after a long and stressful day.

I like every moment with him, it doesn't matter what moment even this one right now. I really enjoy admiring him.

He's so- so - breathtakingly stunning.

He pads the mattress next to him and I slowly walk to my bed. I sit down, not letting a single inch between us.

He's playing with his rings, what leads my attention to his veiny hands. I'd really like to have a moment in peace and silence with him.

Just to trace my fingers over the outstanding veins on his arms and hands.

"I like you" fuck that wasn't supposed to come out of my mouth. My hand flies over my mouth and I feel ashamed. What will he think now, oh god I'm nothing more than a pathetic wreck for him.

But it's out now, I can't take it back.

I'm still admiring his hands, he stopped fiddling with his rings as the words left my mouth. My sight isn't focused and everything is blurry, that's why I flinch at the sudden contact of cold skin on my chin.

His index finger guides my face to his and without hesitation our lips melt together. It's not a craving kiss, no it's loaded with emotion and passion. His hands are both cupping my face and my hands are curled around his wrists. His cold metal rings slowly start to warm up at the touch with my flushed face.

"I like you too, Isabel" he whispers underneath his breath into my mouth.

I can't help but smile while kissing him, the kiss slowly heats the mood. Our hands are roaming around the bodies of each other.