𝔗𝔬𝔪 𝔉𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔒𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ✭

Draco Malfoy

"Are you ready, love?" Draco asks, shrugging on his blazer and straightening the lapels. I sit down on the bed and bend down to buckle my heels around my ankles. I see Draco turn in the corner of my eye and lift my head taking him in. My eyes rake up his silhouette from his black polished dress shoes to his pants that hug all the right places, his waist covered in the black dress shirt, black blazer, and hints of sliver catch my eyes as I look up the rest of the way, to his face.  His hair is slicked back but some strands find their way to dangle in his face, and I feel my knees weaken when I look into his eyes, a gleaming, deep blue only brought out by the full black suit he's clad in. 

Blushing, I look down. "You look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N," he says, walking towards me, and lifting my chin slightly, smiling. 

"Thank you. You look too handsome though," I say, putting my hands on his chest, and look him in the eyes, and tilting my head slightly. Draco laughs, "Is that a bad thing, love?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, and placing an amused smirk on his face.

"No, just means more eye-candy for me, Draco," I say, addressing him by his name, and I see his eyes narrow and his grip on me tightens slightly. I inhale deeply, only to be intoxicated by his cologne. I place my forehead on his chest and shut my eyes. "You okay there, love?" Draco asks. I nod my head lightly.

"Let's get going then, love. The event starts soon," he says, hugging me tight one last time, before letting go and taking my hand, entwining our fingers. 

«time skip»  ◂at the premiere▸

Pulling up to the venue, I can hear witches and wizards screaming, chanting, some even singing. A smile appears on my face as I see my parents and siblings get out of a limo in front of us, followed by Draco's parents and his aunt. When we pull up to the entrance of the venue, the driver gets out and opens Draco's door, and he gets out. Almost immediately, young witches start screaming even louder if that was even remotely possible. Draco laughs and waves, before turning and offering me his hand and helping me out of the limo. The sounds of screaming reach my ears, and although to others, they'd wince and smile coyly, I smile genuinely and wave to the first person I saw;  a little boy, around 3 or 4, on his brother's shoulders. 

As I turn, I see my parents and sibling walking toward us as well as Draco's. My little sister, Emilia, runs to me and hugs my legs, and buries her face in the skirt of my dress. Laughing, I bend down and hug her tight. "Hey, Emilia!" Draco bends down beside me and looks at Emilia before pulling her into a hug. While Emilia and Draco hug and speak to one another, my mother stops in front of me with tears in her eyes and hugs me. My father joins in the hug. Pulling away, my mom dabs her eyes, "Oh my little baby isn't so little anymore. Y/N/N, you look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I'm so proud of how far you've come, baby," my father says. My brother, Hugo, hugs me and holds my hand as we are bombarded by paparazzi. 

"Y/N, this way!" 

"Can we get one of your signature smiles?!" the other screams. 

"This way, Y/N!" I turn in that direction and smile. 

After my brother leaves to go to his fiancé, I feel of arms wrap around my waist and I don't even have to look down to know that those arms belonged to Draco. Resting my head against his chest, I turn for another picture that was screamed for. 

"I love you, baby," Draco whispers in my right ear, his lips brushing my ear and sending shivers down my back, causing me to shut my eyes. 

We move on to walking into the arena, only to be stopped by journalists, "Draco! Can we have a few words?" a blonde-haired, green-eyed girl asks. Draco nods and we stop, moving out of the way of others, but still in sight of the crowds upon crowds outside. 

"Draco, can I just say that you look absolutely handsome," the girl says, looking at  Draco like she'd eat him alive. My eyes follow her body down to her shoes and back up again. Beside me, Draco shifts from his left foot to his right, pulling me closer. "Thank you, Nikita. You don't look too bad yourself," he says, and I know he said this because he's forced to. It'd be considered rude if he doesn't. "So, tell me, Draco, are you still single for all those thirsty witches?" Nikita asks, tilting her head and showing even more shoulder skin. Draco laughs, "No, actually, I'm engaged," he brushes the hair from his eyes with his left hand, which ironically has the silver ring with the black diamond on his ring finger. I blush and giggle behind my hand. I know he did this on purpose. 

Nikita follows his hand, eyes trained on the ring and I see her eyes cloud with anger. But, she remains calm and forces a smile. "And who's the lucky lady?" she asks, her eyes betraying her emotion. "Well, an extremely gorgeous young lady that just makes me lose all control over everything... Y/N/L/N soon-to-be Malfoy," he says, kissing my head and looks back at Nikita, whose face is red with anger and jealousy. She pulls the mic away from her face, "We'll talk more later," she hisses at Draco, her hand covering her mouth, so only he hears it. 

Unfortunately, I heard her, "You step so much as 15 strides in Draco's direction, I will personally track you down and make you suffer a slow and painful death. Don't fuck with a Protector's wife, especially if she's a Tracker. Fuck off Nikita," I whisper in her ear. I let go of her arm and take Draco's hand, walking away. 

I don't have time for attention whores. 

⊱written: 17/03/21  at 11.38 am⊰