The Housemaid || Draco Malfoy 18+

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DRACO POV

I got up at around seven seeing as I knew Juliet had the day off today. So I showered early, got changed into my black button-up shirt and trousers and did my hair according to how I like it. The only exception to how I would normally get ready is the fact that I stood in the mirror for around an hour fixing my hair.

This one damn strand keeps falling down onto my forehead.

I also got a letter inviting me to Pansy and Blaise's penthouse in the muggle city of London for a party they're throwing tonight. I wondered if I should even go considering I can't be bothered to be around a load of people who I hardly know, but I know they'd be pissed off at me if I didn't.

I sigh deeply finally fixing everything on me before heading out my bedroom and going downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee. I've seen her drink lattes and she always adds two spoons of sugar, so I figured that would be the right way to go if I wanted this apology to go anywhere at all.

The truth was that I really did enjoy her company. She'd made me smile and laugh more than I had done in the last 6 years. There was just something about her that has pulled me in every given moment. It's strange, it's a really strange feeling, but it's nice, and I feel more myself than I'd ever done. Except for moments like last night.

When she was talking about the whole girlfriend thing with Astoria again it just angered me. I don't like Astoria, not even in the slightest and even thinking about the fact that my parents are pushing me into marrying her makes me feel sick to my stomach.

I didn't mean to shout at her the way I did, but my anger just got the best of me. It just seems like my thoughts are piling up and overspilling in my brain.

''Ow'' I mutter when I touch the hotness of the coffee cup, making sure to hold the handle instead as I walk up the stairs towards her room.

I push my hair back again and brush my shirt down with my other hand before knocking on her bedroom door and hoping to Merlin that she would answer.

I stand there like an idiot with a coffee in my hand for her, wondering whether I should just hide it in the hallway instead. She's going to think I'm all soft.

I'm not.

I'm not soft.

I go to place the cup on the floor to the side of the doorway so she won't see it before she opens the door but just when I'm bending down she opens the door looking at me making me stand back up straight, coffee still in hand.

She's stood there in a baggy t-shirt only making me smile at her then put my face straight when I realise her looking at me.

She frowns at me. Most probably thinking I'm a complete freak for bending down. She probably thinks I was trying to look under the door-

''I wasn't looking under your door'' I rush out and she scrunches her nose up at me and backs away a touch ''I mean, I was going to leave your coffee on the floor''

That sounded just as weird.

''You made me coffee?'' she asks with a confused frown and I nod at her.

''Yeah, well, a latte''

''I don't like latte-''

''That's bullshit'' I mutter turning my head to the side before looking back at her with a smile ''I mean, I see you drinking latte-well no, I mean I sometimes notice-'' I sigh thinking it would be better to just shut up.

''Come in'' she says through a whisper walking back into her room leaving the door open for me.

I walk in and shut the door behind me as she sits in the desk chair at the corner of the room.