Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 12

"Jenavieve," Draco whispered sweetly to her.

"Hmm," she replied in response to his sweet velvety voice. Heaven, she thought in her head.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Draco questioned as he stroked the side of her cheek, staring at her admiringly.

"No, I'm off of work," she replied eagerly, her heart fluttering in excitement as Draco hinted at plans.

"Hmmm, do you want to sleepover at my place tonight?" Draco hoarsely whispered into her ear. Jenavieve nearly fell to the floor as her knees became weak at his deep compelling voice.

"I would love to," she struggled to say as she gulped, struggling to breathe properly.

'Lovely, gather your things, we're leaving right now!" Draco urgently said as he drew back, returning to his tall stature. Jenavieve blinked several times as she processed what he had suddenly said.

"Right now?" she repeated once more.

"Yes!" Draco urgently said as he began heading to her bedroom, Jenavieve followed.

"When are you planning to go, we're planning tonight and it's nearly 8 in the evening anyways!" he continued.

"Oh, right," Jenavieve agreed, being dumbfounded by her silly question. Get yourself together, she thought to herself. Jenavieve quickly gathered her things and packed them into a compact elegant bag that swung onto her back. Once she had finished, Draco urgently rushed her out the door, nudging her all the way out to her front porch. He closed and locked the front door for her. In confusion, Jenavieve curiously peered at Draco.

"Uhh, Draco, why are you in such a rush?" she asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm just excited that's all. I didn't mean to be rude," he replied to her question, winking at her playfully along the way as he caught up to Jenaveive's walking pacing, now beginning to surpass her, making her skip slightly to keep up.

The two reached Draco's studio in no time. As Jenavieve entered his apartment, she felt her shoulders relax a little as walking alone in the evening hours of London always tended to freak her out a little bit. As Draco shut the door, he bewitched the ceiling to make it appear the night sky was above them in the living room. Jenavieve gazed at the enchanted sky in awe, watching a seemingly shooting star streak across the faux sky.

"How.." she tried to say, however, she had become too engaged by the sheer beauty of the night sky before her. Draco chuckled lightly, satisfied that he could make her feel a tad the way that he had felt by her. He had never experienced such a warming feeling to his heart that she has caused in his life with her short time with him. He never wanted to give up the happiness that flooded his body, he never wanted to let her go.

Draco began brewing the tea on the stove after he had hung his and Jenavieve's coats on the hanger by the door. As Draco began to wait patiently for the tea, he leaned against the counter, his elbows back, hands resting on the counter beside on either side. He crossed one leg over the other, looking up towards the ceiling. Jenavieve entered the kitchen, mimicking his position, yet instead, her eyes trailed to his body, admiring his lean stature. Draco glanced at her, giving her a small crooked smile. Jenavieve swooned for him silently. Draco eyed her, making an executive decision, he pushed himself off the counter slightly and began stalking towards her. As he came near, the sweet floral scent of her perfume lapped at his nose.

Draco stood tall as he captivated Jenavieve against the counter with no escape. Jenavieve's breath fanned his clothed chest as her height was no match to Draco's. Draco gently leaned down towards her and kissed her forehead lovingly, as he stroked the strands of hair on the side of her head. As he leaned in to kiss her once more in his apartment rather than Jenavieve's, the pot of tea began to sizzle loudly, signaling the tea was water. Draco stood up back again and turned to manage the brewing tea on the stove. Jenavieve's shoulders slightly relaxed as her breathing continued normally, her heart returning to a normal beat as well. Draco dressed two cups of chamomile tea for the both of them and guided her to his bedroom.

The two sat cross-legged on the bed, opposite each other as they sipped their tea longingly, two hands holding the cup to keep their hands warm as each sip sent a warm sensation down their bodies. Draco was the first to speak.

"Jennie," he cooed, signaling Jenavieve to pay attention to his words.

"Hmm," she crooned, now beginning to adore the little nickname Draco has given her. She smiled at the thought of him saying it once more.

"What do you know about love?" Draco asked hesitantly, forcing the passionate word with difficulty as if it pained him to say it. Jenavieve flashed him a puzzling, worried expression, she knew he was broken inside.

"Well, I don't know too much, but it can give you the happiest memories of your life as well as the most dreadful," she spoke softly as if the topic nearly pained her too. Draco glanced at her curiously, admiring her soft face at her expression.

"Why do you ask?" she adds on.

"Oh, no reason," Draco quickly says. It wasn't very convincing as Jenavieve easily caught on to her suspicion as she eyed him curiously; However, she decided it was better not to provoke.

The two sipped their warming teas silently as they focused on the delicious taste and warming effects on their bodies. Occasionally, Jenavieve would glance at Draco to admire his fluffy blonde hair that brushed over his eyes. She couldn't stop herself, as whenever she did peer over, her heart seemed to skip a beat. Draco focused on his tea, as his mind was elsewhere than in the room, pondering over the feelings Jenavieve would give him.

The drowsy effects of the chamomile tea began to kick in as the two fell into an enchanted state where they began to expose and become honest with each other. They both set their empty cups down on Draco's bedside table and crawled under the covers as if they were new lovers. Beforehand, Draco had stripped himself in the bathroom, taking off his dress shirt and slipping on comfortable sweats. Jenavieve had just tossed on a silky night top and quickly slipped on some lounge shorts. Once under the covers, the two stared at the ceiling as Draco had bewitched it to present an illusion of the vividly blue night sky. As the two looked up, they became washed over with drowsiness and thoughts.

"Draco, do you think we'll ever be more than friends?" Jenavieve whispered, too tired to notice the intensity of the question.

"I don't know, Jennie, we'll leave that up to wizards' fate" Draco softly replied back, yawning. He turned over to face Jenavieve and reached over his hand to stroke her hair, uncovering her face slightly. Jenavieve looked over at Draco's grey eyes, now glistening with care and warmth. Jenavieve's eyes sparkled in warmth by his actions.

"Wizards' fate, what do you mean 'wizards fate'" Jenavieve questioned, retorting slightly as sleep tackled her eyes closed.

"We'll see," Draco said back shortly, he drew his body closer to Jenavieve's and kissed her forehead gently before relaxing back down in a comfortable sleeping position. Jenavieve's heart fluttered in the process, as the two fell asleep into peaceful dreams.