Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

23

All my troublesome thoughts seem to disappear when I'm looking into his eyes. Scrap that, I'm not in a fairytale, he just makes me nervous.
Though it's slightly true. My brain finds far more interest in studying his facial features instead of my poor mental state.

I groan, not liking the sudden attention that I thought I craved. I take back what I said earlier, I don't want to start talking at all. Actually, scrap that as well, I want to talk I just don't want the consequences of Malfoy knowing how deeply disturbed I really am.

I also might care what he would think.

I settle on a deeply un-circumstantial answer.
"I'm just sad."

He maintains eye contact but I see him concentrating, He runs his teeth over his bottom lip, a highly distracting action. My eyes probably -ok, most definitely- linger a little longer than necessary.

He leans back, letting his head fall back against the window. "I can see that."

I squint my eyes attempting to read his expression.

He pleasingly places his hands in his pockets. I take an involuntary breath, not liking the way it's making me feel, the way he's making me feel.

His trousers ruffle as he moves his fingers around under the fabric. "Sometimes there isn't a good reason for things. Some things just... are the way they are." He furrows his forehead. "I doubt the war helped."

I shook my head. "Some people just aren't meant to be alive." I chuckled slightly, he did not. his face went sour and I wondered if he was going to put me on Suicide watch. I was reluctant for what was coming next, the man was as predictable as my mood throughout the day, but he only continued to watch me with an intimidating glare.

After a couple minutes of silence my stomach acquainted itself to the room, noisily rumbling. A slight sense of dread mixed with rancid accomplishment rushed over me.

If he wasn't eyeing me warily before he definitely was now. "Haven't eaten?"

Unintentionally on cue I remember what I'd been distracted from in the first place.
"Is this outrageous vow charm still on me?"

His smirk came back. Briefly.
"Great isn't it?" He mocked. "But I shouldn't tell you, leave you guessing if I'm going to glow and find you when you next decide to hurt yourself."

I stood my ground, holding my glare. He just rolled his eyes. "No, it has to be replaced after its broken. But it fucking shouldn't be. Don't think that gives you a free pass to off yourself."

I scoffed. "Only in my dreams."

I sat slightly awkwardly, overthinking my position and not really knowing why he was still here. I yawned. "It's getting late."

He didn't falter. "It is."

I darted my eyes around the room, purposely avoiding the everlasting lingering thought around our kiss. Yes, I was grateful to avoid an awkward conversation, a let down, mistake, or being told how disgusting I was. Nonetheless I was curious as to why he decided to ignore it like I was trying to do, or failing to do. Failures seem to come so easy for me. It's a gift.

"If you're implying that I should be leaving, well, I'm not."

"What?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm." Huff "not." Huff "going." So if you're tired, by all means, sleep"

That flustered fluttery feeling came swarming back, the one I so desperately did not need but wanted to hold onto.

I took a deep breath, calming my ridiculously racing heart. I swatted at the air "You don't need too." It came out slightly stuttered but I wanted him to know I didn't need any sympathy company.