Fallen | D.M

Chapter 3: Deviated

The room was clouded with smoke. She was sat comfortably on the bed reading a book while her brother and Draco rambled and laughed about the most random things, sat facing each other on the other bed beside her. She found herself smiling and not at pages in the book.

The two boys looked so relaxed and carefree, it made a bubble swell in her heart when she heard Theo laugh and caught the Draco Malfoy trying his best to stifle a small smile.

They were inhibited this way. And after the summer they had, moments like this were worth remembering, worth holding onto when your whole would felt like it was going to collapse.

"Draco would you rather—"

"Not this again." The blond grumbled taking a hold of the blunt Theo passed him.

"Sod off." Theo giggled. "Ok would— would you rather—"

"Get on with it, mate."

Trying to suppress his giggles, Theo put on his utmost serious face. "Ok seriously. Seriously. Would you rather have to share a room with Hagrid or— or have dinner with Trelawney? See. I, personally, would have dinner with Trelawney. You know— I bet she's better in bed than she is at Divination."

The last part he spoke whimsically to himself but Draco and Adelia heard it loud and clear, trying their hardest to hold in their laughter.

"Not hard to beat." Draco whispered over to her.

Adelia couldn't contain the small giggle that escaped her lips at how serious her brother's expression was and Draco's little rare joke. The brunette eyes shot towards the giggling witch. 

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She said mimicking Theo's pouty expression.

"It was a serious question Delia." He stood up narrowing his cloudy eyes at her.

"I'm sure it was Theo." She nodded.

"So why are you laughing?"

"I wasn't laughing." Her hands were held up in defeat while she tried to hold in her amusement. "You weren't?" He cocked his head to the side, signs of a smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. She shook her head innocently in response.

"Oh you weren't." He spoke approaching her, mischievousness growing in his hazel eyes, he shared a look with Draco and they both seemed to share some type of wordless communication as the other wizard stood up along side the other.

Adelia's dark blond brows knitted together as she stared skeptically at the two boys. The look on their faces said nothing good. Nothing ever good came from a Malfoy smirk.

"Perhaps this will make you laugh." They shared another look again, devious smirks on their faces.

In a flash of light Draco was holding her down while Theo tickled her abdomen. It was as if they were little kids playing in the gardens of the Manors, when nothing else seemed to matter. No Dark Marks, Voldemort or War to worry about.

"Theo stop." She laughed breathlessly squirming under their hold. Her eyes locked with silver ones and her heart rate sped up, all she could focus on in that moment was Draco's hands as he held her down, blond wisps falling over his face as he towered over her. She was always mesmerized by him, but moments like this she treasured the most because how peaceful and happy he looked. He looked like himself.

"Stop—" She giggled and pleaded. 

"Say please." Draco crooned.

"P-please." Her voice came out barely a whisper; she had no more air in her lungs from all the laughing.