Finding Herself || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 2]

Chapter 6

For the rest of the afternoon, the Morrisons, Matt, Dean, and I spent our time eating cake, playing stupid party games, and casually talking and including me, as if I was actually a part of the family.

I didn't understand how I could keep up with conversation so well that day, when only two days before, I said around twenty words throughout the entire day. It was so confusing to where I felt like I was faking it. That didn't matter to me that day though; I was happy, and that was all that mattered.

Later that day, as the sun set behind the trees, we had a bonfire. The Morrisons had a firepit in their backyard with logs around it for sitting, and we thought it would be a pleasant way to wrap up the day.

At around 9 PM, Dean, Matt, Dustin and I sat around a fire, holding sticks and toasting marshmallows. I was sitting next to Dean on one log, and Matt and Dustin were holding hands on the other.

"There is only one way to properly toast a marshmallow," said Dean, placing a marshmallow on a stick.

"Oh yeah? How so?" asked Dustin.

I watched curiously as Dean smirked and shoved the entire top half of the stick into the fire. After about thirty seconds, he pulled out a charred and burnt marshmallow, with flames dancing on the top of it. He blew out the flame and held out the marshmallow for Dustin to look at.

Matt scrunched his nose. "You absolute barbarian."

"That's not even toasted," said Dustin with a frown. "You just destroyed a perfectly good mallow."

"This is a perfectly good mallow," said Dean. "It had the perfect amount of crunch and goo. It's perfect. Maya agrees with me. Right?"

Dean turned to me and stuck the burnt marshmallow into my face.

I recoiled and shook my head. It smelled like burnt rubber. "Gross," I said.

Dean frowned while Matt grinned.

"See?" said Dustin, taking his non-burnt marshmallow out of the fire. "Marshmallows are only good when they're golden brown. The perfect ratio."

"You're boring. That's what everyone says," scowled Dean.

"Because it's the only valid answer," said Dustin.

"Correct," said Matt. Matt leaned over, kissed Dustin on the cheek, then stole Dustin's marshmallow.

"Hey!" Dustin protested. He grabbed for the marshmallow, but before he could, Matt popped it into his mouth. Dustin glared at him while Matt stared back at him, trying not to laugh.

"Matthew Atticus Thaddeus Tremblay," said Dustin in a deadly calm voice.

"Uh oh," said Matt with a mouthful of marshmallows. Dustin lunged for him, but before he could, Matt tumbled out of the way and bolted into the forest with Dustin in tow.

"They're so dramatic," said Dean, eating another burnt marshmallow. "They're probably not coming back either."

"What?" I asked.

"They're using this as an excuse to be alone and snog," Dean explained. "Happened all the time last summer."

"Noted," I said. "They're cute though."

"Yeah, they are," said Dean, and that put a thought into my mind.

Blaise was in love with Dean. Dean wasn't homophobic. That's a start.

Dean and I sat in silence, roasting and munching on marshmallows until Dean spoke again.

"How are you and Malfoy?" asked Dean curiously. "Seamus has been dying to know."