Fallen | D.M

Chapter 6: Thorns

Her heart was beating out of her ribcage, she could hear it loud and fast, as fear and panic flood through her. The figure emerged from the shadows, and she had a better view of the perpetrator responsible for giving her such a fright.

Draco stood wearing his black suit, tailored to showcase his broad tall figure and taunting muscles. His white blond hair was swept into a mess as if he had been brushing his hands through his silky locks over and over again.

She swallowed, emotions from earlier reemerging.

Rage. Sadness. Rejection.

"Adelia." He spoke again, a darkness looming over his voice with hint of softness present, but it still wasn't enough to stop the anger and sorrow.

When she made no point to say anything, he stepped closer, creeping away from the shadows painting over his tall, dark, figure.

"What are you hiding over there?" He asked darkly, taking yet another step closer to her.

"Nothing." She responded nervously with a hint of bitterness, hiding the book behind her.

"Nothing you say?" He whispered his face getting closer, the feeling of his cool minty breath began to fan across her ivory skin.

"That is, what I said." She retorted, glaring at him, anger still running hot through her cold veins.

"Hm."

"If you could please, I'd prefer to be alone." She said as calmly as she could, trying to hide the bitter sorrow still lingering she placed the book back in her bag where he could no longer see it.

"Really?"

"Yes. Go– go away. Please."

"Still mad at me." It was not a question to her but a reaffirming statement he made to himself. As if it didn't make sense for her to be enraged at him. Perhaps, because normally, by now, she would've already had forgiven him. She was always so easy to forgive him. But today, she couldn't, with her emotions on overload, rage seemed to coursing loudly through her quickening pulse.

Hoping silence would be enough to deter him, make him leave her alone in her anger and wallows, she looked away blinking at the night sky from where they stood near the railing.

She heard Draco take a deep breath beside her, she sensed his body shift closer to hers when she felt a warmth against her back.

Then his arm was in front of her, stretched out circling her body, his ringed hand, holding out, none other than a Honeydukes chocolate bar.

His pale hand was out in front of her, offering her the chocolate.

A peace offering.

An apology of sorts.

Hesitantly, she reached out for it, praying it wasn't another cruel joke, that this, this was his ways of making amends, in his own strange, distant way, in the only way he knew how. 

A shiver danced down her spine as her fingers brushed against Draco's palm.

She stared absently down at her delicate hands holding the chocolate bar he had given to her. Why? Was all she could think.

"I didn't mean it. Any of it." He whispered in her ear as her leaned down to her level, his lips ghosting against her ear causing another shiver to ripple through her.

An apology was present in his voice despite the words never leaving his mouth.

Then, he was backing away, slowly. She turned her head to gape at him retreating, only to see his grey eyes staring at her with that glint in his gaze she recognized but had no clue what it meant.