Ineffable. [D. Malfoy]

ten.

His blue hues stared down at her in angst. He could sense her nerves riling up inside her. Slowly guiding her to the door, Draco gently turned the knob revealing the empty hallway. Her head was tilted down, staring at the floor. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't find herself wanting to look up. Esme heard him huff quietly, catching her attention. She snapped her eyes up towards the hallway stepping through- her wide eyes wide open. She took notice of how different the hallway looked during the day. The marble floors glistened in the light as the light rays shined through the nearest window. Her mind recalled their past encounter, in the very spot her eyes were locked on. Looking back up at Draco, she noticed his eyes were narrowed towards the same spot. His eyes shifted back to hers almost instantly, face paling slightly.

He must have also remembered their first encounter and his hateful view towards her. Her chest sunk slightly at the thought. She wondered if he had actually wanted to show her something or if he felt bad for how uncivil he had acted towards her the first time they met. Her breath caught and her throat, and she closed her eyes. Now was not the time to have negative memories nor thoughts. She could feel his stare pierced into her, but she kept her eyes closed, fearing what may happen to her breathing if she dared to open them.

With that, she felt his figure move slowly behind her. His cold hands softly gripped the tops of her shoulders, and she flinched slightly at the feeling. Slowly, rubbing soft circles against her skin, her breathing returned to normal. His touch felt like heaven as if he was erasing every dirty thing that was bounded to her body. She wanted to relax in his hold- but the feeling faded away, and she felt his hands drop. 

"My apologies, I didn't mean to touch you like that."

Her legs felt wobbly, and she felt the need to grip his hand in support. His tone was soft, sending a warmth running down her spine.

"It's okay. It felt nice."

"I learned it during my training to become healer to calm my patients." he admitted.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, she felt slightly hurt. She wanted to believe Mr.Malfoy was soothing her for more than just that very reason, but like usual- she was wrong.

"Are you okay now, to start walking?"

"Yes"

"Keep your eyes closed, and I'll guide you. Je te prendrais" (I'll take care of you)". He hurried out the last bit, hoping she wouldn't hear or understand.

"Mr.Malfoy."

"Hm."

"Tu n'as pas besoin de t'occuper de moi. Je peux prendre soin de moi ( You don't need to take care of me. I can take care of myself)"

She smirked slightly as the french flew from her mouth instantly. She could feel his body stiffen from behind her and turned around to face him. Her brown hues stared up into his grey ones, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Allons-nous rester ici toute la jour née, ou pouvons-nous y aller maintenant?" (Are we going to stand here all day, or can we go now?) He spat out.

Her smile faltered as she rolled her eyes at his words. That was the Mr.Malfoy she knew. Esme spun back around, feeling his fingertips return to her shoulder blades. He stepped forward, signalling for her to start moving. She breathed in, closing her eyes.

"Montrer la voie" (lead the way). Esme murmured. 

She bit her lip, trying to hold the ridiculous smile that was determined to spread across her face. Shuffling her feet forward- feeling him guide her at her own pace. She stumbled a couple times, but Mr.Malfoy gripped her shoulders harder, pausing for a brief second then sent her a small squeeze of reassurance. Her body was hot. She liked the way his fingers felt overtop the material of her shirt.