Wickedly Good | Draco Malfoy

4.

"Tell me something true."

"Something true?" Draco counters, staring down at my scarlet and gold tie that he pulled from my neck between his teeth only minutes ago.

"Yeah."

He furrows his brows. "I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"This," he waves a lazy hand between our chests. "Us. This school. My parents. Lord..." the word gets stuck in his throat. "He Who Must Not Be Named."

"Has something happened?" I ask.

Draco's eyes roll up to the ceiling. "They only tell me some things. Only what I 'need' to know. But something is coming. It's not good."

I gather his hands in mine, feeling his cool skin and the smoothness of the fabric in his hand.

"We should run away."

His silver orbs flicker to my face. "I'd like that more than I could ever say."

"This place is dark and the darkness is spreading. I don't want it to reach you," I whisper.

He brings my hands to his lips and kisses them. "Too late for that, little Fox."

"That's not true."

"It is," he nods.

A light appears through the foggy window, followed by the low rumbling of the incoherent mutters of Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts. I'm positive his sole purpose in life is to make students miserable. He has become Professor Umbridge's pet, the pair of them constantly trying to catch students breaking the rules.

Draco smirks, pressing a finger to my lips.

"Who's there?" the voice asks.

We sink lower into the darkness. My heart gallops in my chest. The light swings back from the window and Filch mutters under his breath. He moves on and we watch in silence as the light fades.

"When we build our house," Draco murmurs. "We will have a black bed frame, emerald satin sheets. I imagine you sprawled on top of those sheets, wearing knee-high black socks and a short, green skirt." He smirks wickedly.

I roll my eyes. "Or our bedroom will have a light wooden frame, scarlet sheets and I'll in a golden dress. You will be in a maroon sweater with a Lion pendant on your chest."

Draco laughs. "My father would have a fit if ever saw me that. In fact, he might very well disown me." He tilts his head. "That's not a bad idea, little Fox. Maybe we could try it."

I picture Draco and me, sitting in the dining hall, surrounded by my friends. Filling our plates, laughing, watching Ron make a mess of his robes across from us. Draco's robes would be warm and faded, dripped in scarlet and gold. His hair would be unkept and a little too long, his eyes bright under the starry ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"Us," I offer a sad smile. "How I wish it we could be normal."

Draco shakes his head, moving his lips to my ear. "You don't want that."

"Why not?"

"Because normal is boring."

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