The year was over, finals were taken, projects were turned in and you were thrilled that you no longer had to worry about due dates, studying or teachers turning into werewolves. It happened at Hogwarts, no joke. Of course the 'Golden Gang' got caught in the middle of that fiasco, and you couldn't say you were surprised about that. Though, as any other school, muggle ones included, you weren't to thrilled to be leaving your friends or the school itself. You really had come to call Hogwarts a second home, just like Waverly had been, and the people you met there your family.
Your 'alternative' kin might as well have been your real family, your mother was just the same as she was when Charlie, your dad, died. Whenever she got angry she became rude and loud, with tears streaming down her face with every word she said. You were the same too, snappy and determined to win the argument. Which you never did, it just made your situation worse. You knew part of these arguments were your fault. Not that you'd admit to it being all your fault, but you just couldn't help yourself sometimes. Some of the things she said just rubbed you the wrong way.
Now that you thought about it, you really were your mother's daughter. The two of you were like two bulls stabbing at each other with monstrous horns, neither side willing to give up their pride. Except, you were also your father in some ways, like how you could be the quiet little bookworm, or wallflower. Personalities were weird, you decided.
The thing was you and your mother just did not get along, you'd always leaned towards your father in terms of compatibility. Of course you had listened to her when she told you things like, 'clean your room, (Name). Eat your vegetables,' and so on, but you really didn't talk to her that much about personal stuff. Robyn told you that you were a daddy's girl. You had no problem with that, if you had a choice between saving your father or your mother, you would choose dad without a second thought. Not that you didn't love her, she was your flesh and blood after all . . . just not as much.
You arrived at the faded blue, with a white trim, two-story house your mother inherited from her own father when he died, on a Friday night. You were glad your Grandfather had known how to manage money, so it wasn't this big knot of numbers and due dates. It looked similar to the house back home, strange how it did not make you queasy just looking at it. Probably the house layout that was putting you off from that, it was the exact opposite of back where you were born.
Since then you had holed yourself up in your room to avoid getting into a feud with your darling mother, because you were sure if you did you would bring up the fact that she hadn't written you at all nor replied to you when you tried, and everything would go to hell from there. Bored out of your mind from hiding yourself, you started reading whatever books were available, even reading a few three times over, the only one that you didn't touch was the picture books.
You had really thought that she was just lashing out because of grief, she had loved your father. That much you were sure of, or at least you hoped. You wished that she had moved on from the anger stage and settled for the denial one, maybe that one would be at least a bit calmer. You were wrong, the moment you stepped into the living room, it was back to square one in your relationship. She lectured you on how it was not good to stay in one room for an entire day, and of course you countered with- you didn't even remember what you told her, you just know you got sent to your room. Now, what kind of logic does that make?
Your silver spoon balanced a watery red substance on it's curved surface, little drops spilling over the sides and making a faint plop sound as they rejoined their brethren. The main course tonight was tomato soup, but it smelled funny. Not funny as in it's not cooked right, come on, how can you not cook simple red broth right, but as in something rancid. You had no intentions of eating it, so you just sat there in the light wooden chair, letting the small scoopfuls cascade out of the silver utensil in your hand.
"Maybe this weekend you could go out with your new friends," Your mother's voice broke you out of your wandering thoughts, her voice quiet and frail. Her throat must've hurt, you concluded, she was not a quiet person, even when she was trying to be.
"What if I don't have any friends, huh? What then, mom?" Your voice cracked a bit, but it still sounded sour and threatening. Looking up you saw her brows furrow,
"Now, (Name), don't give me any lip," She waggled her boney finger at you,
"Ahuh, and why should I?" Your voice faltered, as your eyes drooped down, "You don't listen to anything I say, I ask for one simple thing and you lie to assure me,"
"I meant to, I really did, (Name), I just-" She knew what you were talking about, the letters she never sent.
"You just what? Couldn't?"
"Do you think that's my fault?" She snapped, the anger flaring in her eyes.
"Oh so it's mine? Or is it dad's because he died?" You stood up from the chair, causing it's wooden legs to scratch against the glossy black and white tiles that layered the kitchen floor.
"(Name), sit back down, now," She commanded, but her bottom lip quivered. Kind of a cross between a pout
"No, Mom, I-"
"You think it's easy getting o-over his death? Huh? Well, I'm sorry if it is for you, but it isn't for me!" She screeched right before tears starting dripping out of her eyes. Right on cue, too. "Supporting you all by myself, not having anyone to talk to, this gu-g-rief, enduring your mouthiness," She sunk back down in her chair, supporting her face in her hands while she rested her forehead on the table.
"You don't /endure/-" You went to spit out, when you realized she was sobbing, soft cries emitting from her huddled form. Your gaze softened a bit, guilt settling in the pit of your stomach. She looked like she was shaking too. Great.
Sneakers scuffing against the hardwood floors, you made your way over to where she sat and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, and say 'I'm sorry' but as soon as your fingers brushed against her sleeve you knew it was the wrong choice. Your mother reared around grabbing onto your wrist in a vice grip. Her pupils dilated to the point where you would've thought she didn't have any at all, and her mouth twisted into a snarl.
Not knowing what else to do you stared in her flaming eyes in shock silence.
"Get out," Her voice was barely above a harsh whisper, another odd thing to happen tonight.
"Like- out of the house?" You asked for clarification as your hand was squeezed even more tightly, you were sure your bones were starting to crack by now.
"Where else?" You were released and roughly shoved towards the door.
"Oh- Oh, I get it! Alright, fine, I'll leave at-" You looked at the clock hanging over the front door. "Eight-ish," You concluded trying to keep your voice angry, even though you might have been quivering on the inside.
You grabbed your (color) coat that hung on the coat rack, and unlocked the door before throwing it open loud enough that it slammed against the wall it was attached to. You stepped out into the lukewarm breeze, not even bothering to close the door, and trotted down the stairs and into the darkening neighborhood. You heard the door slam, and cringed a bit, she was really serious.
Feeling tears drip down your face you drug the sleeve over your eyelids. You assumed that she was just trying to teach you a lesson, and it was working. Waiting a few minutes before you wandered back to your house, you climbed the steps and hastily knocked on the door several times. The only answer you received was the sound of glass breaking and frustrated grunts. . . oh. You had really done it this time. You slowly back away from the door, down the steps with light footsteps and sprinted down the street until you were a good distance away. Your heart thumping in your chest and beads of sweat rolling down the back of your neck. With ragged breathing under control you started to pace back and forth.
'Where am I going to go?' You thought to yourself in a more frantic tone than what you used on your mother. After getting a go Taking a deep breath you fished through your pockets for some money, maybe you could get a room for the night, let your mom cool off. Your fingers wrapped around round smooth surfaces, pulling them out you saw in the orange colored light that they were bus tokens. Slipping your hand into the opposite pocket you pulled out the contents, which was a folded piece of parchment and five pounds.
Curiously you unfolded it, reading the hastily scrawled words onto the surface. The words meant nothing to you until you saw the signature on the very corner did you realize what it was. It was none other than Draco Malfoy's address, you remembered what happe On the way back he had slipped something into your pocket while Blaise and Pansy were distracted. You had given him a puzzled look, while he just winked, whispering 'Owl Me,'. Pansy turned to you a split second later to help her win some argument or another. Blaise visibly paled at the prospect of you joining in on the little tiff, to which you giggled at.
A very unstable plan started to form in your head but it seemed like the best one you had, since you were stuck outside and had no where to go. There was no way you were going back home, your uncle was all of the way out near Waverly, and your Dad's muggle parent were- well- off the map, and that was a good thing. You knew there was only one of them now, even though your mother never spoke of them, since you remember dad leaving for a few days when you were little. Later on being told your grandmother had died. They wouldn't understand you anyway, you were- well you.
You walked to the bus stop and waited for about five minutes, who knows how long you actually stood there, you were renowned for having a bad sense of timing, before the big red trolly wheeled up, sputtering grey gas from it's rear pipes. The doors creaked open with a horrendous noise that could be compared with the sound of nails on a chalk board, but you stepped inside regardless.
Coins clunked into the receiver as you dropped them in, stepping shyly towards the driver, who smiled eerily at you. Just by looking at him you could assume he was about in his mid thirties, definitely muggle, you could see it in his dark brown eyes that matched his hair and darkened his already tan skin. He was the only one aboard the bus.
"Where to, little miss?" He clicked his tongue when you walked up next to him. You scowled, but held up the yellowing paper for him to read, you had no intentions of speaking to anyone who called you 'little miss'. He had to squint at the messy letters for a few minutes, leaving you standing there with your arm sticking out like a stiff board. When the man comprehended the words written on the scrap his eyes widened considerably,
"Long journey to be going on this late at night, don't ya' think,"
"I'm in a bit of a bind," Swapping the parchment for the pounds you slowly padded down the isle and took a seat towards the middle. Once you were situated you saw his shoulder rise in a shrug, before he shoved the money into the pocket of his black slacks, and put his hands back on the thick leather steering wheel. The machine lurched forward, causing you to bounce just in the slightest.
Already uneasy about the fact that he said 'Long journey'
Two hours later you were nodding off with your elbow leaning against the windowsill.
"All off!" He yelled to the only passenger, which was you, who literally jumped to your feet. You stumbled a bit down the isle, rubbing the grit from your eyes in attempt to look as professional as an (thirteen/fourteen/fifteen) could look all by herself.
"How long-"
"Two hour trip, three pit stops. You be careful now," He warned, waggling his finger at you in the same way your mother had that very evening. It should be about ten o'clock right now, this plan was getting worse and worse. What about your mother? She should be worried sick, but then again, she needed to sort out- whatever issues she was going through. Ahem. You weren't even going to think about it anymore. What if nobody was home- What if they told you to go home? The possibilities of things going wrong were endless and you didn't like it one bit, it made you want to crawl into a confided space and sleep.
Sleep. You really wanted to sleep right now, everything felt jumbled and unreal right now.
Turning to step off the bus the driver caught your shoulder, which made you squeak a little.
"Calm ye'self. I just wanted to tell you, the place you're going to, it's a bit of a walk forward and then a turn to the right at the intersection. Shouldn't be able to miss it, don't get lost,"
You felt really dizzy all of a sudden, and were in half a mind to ask him if you could sleep in his bus for the night. Faking a small smile, you nodded, carefully stepping down the steps and hopping on the rocky road. 'Straight ahead and right,' You heard him call, before the doors creaked closed and it roared away. You waited until it disappeared before you started
"I feel. . . so sick right now, it isn't even funny," You mumbled and started to go at a sluggish pace before speeding up to a run. Soon enough, not even caring to count the time anymore, you came to the crossroads. Turning right, you turned your head up a bit to see the stars, twinkling high above like silvery fireflies.
Your eyes widened a bit when you saw the size of the house- no- no- it shouldn't even be called a house, a mansion, more like it. Scanning the windows to see if any lights were on your pulse relaxed when you saw that there was a bright light shining through- what you figured was the sitting room. It didn't matter, maybe that meant someone was up. One problem though, big black gate blocking you from the front door and you. Any sane person would keep it locked, so your only alternative was. . .
"Oh for the love of. . ." You wailed as quiet as possible as you snuck up to the metal poles and stared at the gaps in between the last one and the wall of shrubs. Turning yourself to the side on the gravel pathway, you put your pointed toe through the opening, twisting it so that it matched up with it's counter part, and then squeezed your body through. Managing to pull yourself through all the way, you sauntered up to the house, every time your foot collided with the ground, and the sound of crunching gravel met your ears you got more and more nervous.
'Breath, these are people too, they'll understand- wait- I don't even understand!' Trying to talk yourself into a serene state was not working. Before you could loose the nerve to knock you balled up your fist and rapped it on the wooden door a few times, before retracting it. You touched the wrist that your mum had grabbed, encasing it in your fingers protectively you let it hang a bit as you rocked on your heels.
To your relief you heard locks clattering as they were unhooked and the door swung open, warm light cascading onto the porch.
"Who are you, child? " Adults had a habit of calling you things like, child, kid, little miss, didn't they? You'd let it slide tonight, plus this woman had the most interesting looking hair. The scalp and head area was a midnight black, but the strands that cascaded down to her shoulders were white. You had seen it all, red, orange, bright green, combinations, but had really never seen something so simple. Nodding your head a bit, you scuffled your feet against the wooden boards,
"I-I'm a f-friend of Draco's and Um-" You managed, flitting your eyes away a bit before scolding yourself internally and looking her dead in the eye. You were not shy, but you didn't like feeling so small either.
"Oh, you are then? What's your name," She still looked skeptical of you, even though her tired looking eyes flashed a brighter color when you mentioned her son.
"(Name) (L.Name)-"
"What are you doing here so late at night? Shouldn't you be in bed or- at the very least home?" She said, touching your cheek with cold fingers. You laughed anxiously in a hushed tone, trying to find the words to describe your situation. You felt stuck in a bad dream.
"That's the thing Mrs.Malfoy," You started off, "It's a bit complicated,"
"Come on in, I'll make some tea,"
"No, that's-" Grabbing your wrist suddenly to drag you inside. You yelped and pulled away at the dull ache that coursed through the bones when she applied pressure to it. "Alright," You squeaked in a higher pitch than your normal speaking voice. With a confused look, she had already stepped inside, her eyes asking you to follow her. You did so, uncloaking yourself from the shaded area and into the illuminated hallway. Closing the door before you trailed into the sitting room with her,
"You just sit right here," she pointed to the couch, to which, you suddenly felt obliged to agree to her orders. Sitting down on the black leather, you saw her shuffle towards the kitchen, obviously.
You kneaded your eyes, before casting your gaze over your, now clearly bruised wrist. It was turning a shade of grey with a miniscule amount of brown smack dab in the center. Pulling the sleeve of your jacket over it, you continuously tapped your foot in accord with the ticking of the clock. Eyes darting back and forth across the room you noticed a large canvas bound book sitting on the coffee table, a bookmark shoved in the center. It was crooked, nearly not in the book at all.
You leaned forward, carefully tucking the slip back into it's rightful place. She must have been reading before you came squeezing through her gate and knocking on her door at what, you looked at the clock, ten thirty in the evening. Not having to wait long the zebra haired woman entered the room again and sat beside you, gingerly taking your hand in her lap. You found in strange she was being so hospitable, nothing like Draco at all.
"Now, explain," She patted her thumb over the fabric that covered your entire left hand, while you just looked at her with blank eyes.
"I got into a spat with my mother and she kicked me out," Mrs.Malfoy opened her mouth to say something but you continued,
"I wandered around the neighbor hood for a few minutes, to let her cool off but when I came back she wouldn't answer the door, and- it just wasn't a good idea to go back," You had to breath, your chest was clenching around your heart in attempt to make sense of the situation. "We were both out of it, I-"
"And you came here?" Her eyes were alive with questions. One of which would be most likely be, 'Don't you have anyone else you can stay with?' or about your sensitive arm.
"No- not e-exactly my first option, I wouldn't have bothered you so late if it wasn't the only place I could really go. Kind've a silly idea, anyways," You faked a sheepish smile, trying to turn your head away a bit to fight back the embarrassment.
"Not silly at all, a bit clever even," There was that motherly tone again, but she seemed genuinely concerned. Which was another offset about her character, it was just all around uneasy in your mind. She huffed a bit, releasing your hand, "Would you like to give your mum a ring?"
Draco rolled around uncomfortably in his bed, hearing the downstairs door shut with a 'clunk', who could that be at this hour? It must have been late, he could see the light of the moon from outside of his window. Groaning loudly, he sat up, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands before throwing the duvet off of his legs. Truthfully, he could have just gone back to sleep without a care in the world, but something compelled him to go check it out. Slinking out of the room, and stumbling out into the hallway to find out what was going on in the living area, he found that once he neared the stair case he could hear two voices, one meek and quiet, while his mother's held a cool concerning one.
Turning the corner that led to the grand stair case, he saw his mother sitting on the dark furniture piece and obscuring his view of a younger person sitting behind her.
"Mother?" He called groggily, descending the stairs at a lazy pace, before his eyes caught onto you, sitting there. He blinked several times, trying to comprehend that you were actually there, and didn't really until you waved slightly. Then he realized he was barely wearing anything at all, boxers and a t-shirt. Classy.
"Oh, Do come here, boy," Narcissa waved towards the boy. Draco tripped halfway down the stairs but didn't fall,it still made you wince a bit. You felt bad that you were why he was awake at such an hour,
"H-hey, (Name)," He greeted, standing at his mother's side. Draco crossed his arms and looked at you with narrowed eyes, about to say something when the kettle started whistles,
"Oh, I'll be right back," She chirped, hopping up and rushing into the kitchen. You stood from your seat and inched towards Draco a bit. He sighed loudly, clearly annoyed, still he wrapped his arms around your upper body, and pulled you into a hug. You didn't mind it, in fact, you welcomed such a comforting action. Being such close friends it really meant nothing to either of you now to do such things on occasion. You wound your arms together at his midsection, resting your chin on his shoulder, exhaling sharply. You had no intentions of explaining it to him, and hopefully, this whole night would be forgotten eventually.
"What? You miss me too much,kitten?" He teased lightly, fingers locking together to keep you there. He expected you to say what you always said when he asked that question, but he was taken aback when you said,
"A little bit, yeah- yeah, I did," That was not you speaking, there was no way.
He pulled away and looked you dead in the eye, "Why are you here anyways?"
"Long story," You pried him completely from you before lowering yourself back down onto the seat, Draco joined you, with his shoulder to yours. You noticed his hair's state, it was splayed in all different directions and just looked odd on him. Lifting your heavy hand you ruffled it gingerly, Draco glared at you,
"What?" He growled a bit, the drowsiness still in his voice making it easy to sound menacing. You giggled a bit, the way your mouth turned upwards felt a bit sore at the moment.
"Your hair's always so neat,and combed back like this," You shrugged, demonstrating by pulling the gold dusted locks out of his face and back on his head, before dropping your hand back in your lap, "It looks kinda' cute, I guess,"
Draco's heart fluttered a bit at the words, but only mustered a roll of his foggy grey eyes in response.
When Mrs.Malfoy returned she had two china cups in her hand, she offered one to you. Taking it with both hands, you looked at the milky brown water instead of at anyone and waited for someone to say something, anything to break this pressure on your chest,
"Phone's in the kitchen," She pointed behind her and you stood up again.
"Thank you," You whispered, weaving around them both and into the kitchen. The phone was easy to see, one of those old fashioned ones, with the silver spinning wheel thing. You set the cup down, barely taking a sip from the steaming beverage before picking up the receiver and working the dialer.
The ring tone bounced off the walls in your brain until you heard the characteristic sound of the heavy object being pulled away from it's resting place,
"(Name)?! Where are you?!" She shouted, the quiet house having numbed your senses to anything loud at the moment. You jumped a bit, your hand jerking the object away from your ear. Once you had regained some composure, you pressed the cool plastic back against your head.
"At a friend's house," You stated, making sure not to mouth to her at all.
"I thought you said that you didn't have any friends," Now, this is why you sometimes loose it around her. Statements like this.
"I said 'what if' I didn't have any friends," You corrected, pressing the cool glass to your lip to allow the contrasting sweet water to pour down your throat.
"You're safe though, right?" She asked her voice going very quiet,
"It seems so,"
"Could you- stay there f-for the night?" You weren't sure whether to be shocked that she didn't want you to come back immediately or just that she was asking for you to stay the night at a friends house. The latter seemed a little backwards.
"Was already hoping to, it would be silly to come back home anyways,"
"Good, I mean- Yeah- good," The signal went crackly for a moment, and you were just about to put the bulky object down and rejoin the little group in the living room when you heard a faint voice whisper, 'I'm sorry,' but the line went dead before you could reply. You thought you were sorry too, at this point. You turned to find that Draco's mother was standing in the hallway, as if she had heard the entire conversation she said,
"I can show you the guest room,"
"N-no, I don't want to cause you any trouble, really. If you'll let me, the couch is fine. . ." You trailed off a bit, tapping you fingernail on the edge of the stark white saucer. The silence was heavy for a moment, worrying you in the slightest, but you were much more comfortable now that all the knots had been worked out in the situation.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," You nodded your head, as she gracefully swept into the room, taking the half empty cup from the counter and towards the sink. "Thank you, too, this is very kind of you,"
She laughed mellowly, "You're very welcome, (Name),"
Soon enough you were settled on the smooth textured piece of furniture, a blanket thrown over your body, jacket hanging on a coat rack in the hallway, and your shoes sitting side by side beside the door. Good night's were said what felt like hours ago, but in reality it had only been about thirty minutes.
You stared blankly off into the darkness, your line of sight following one of the bright red dots that danced across your vision. It wasn't that you didn't want to go to sleep, you just felt this overwhelming sense of- you didn't even know what. Every time you closed your eyes you felt the need to open them again, and even when you did manage to keep them closed for a long period of time it didn't seem to help.
You tried not to think at all, just let your mind go blank. You concentrated on picturing a rock grey room, with a single light bulb hanging from a delicate string, cobwebs forming in the unused corners, as the light bulb slowly lost it's bright glow. Leaving your mind and you in complete darkness. To put it shortly, it didn't work.
Craning your neck up and behind you so that you could see the dim clock hands on the sleek oak time piece. You sighed a bit, knowing you'd never get to sleep at this rate. For now you had settled for just staring into the corner of the large picture room, replaying all the good memories you had in your head. Maybe it would force you into sleep when you thought about Robyn's monotone teaching voice trying to explain to you the different between two different spells that did the same thing.
Having fallen into a very light sleep, your (E/C) orbs popped open when the sound of footsteps reached your ears. You were used to the creaks of old houses by now, it was just a fact of life, but you also were accustomed to the sound floor boards made when weight was put on them.
Not wanting to look up, you closed your eyes again. You heard bare feet sticking to the glossy overcoat of the wooden flooring, the breathing of a second person being added to your own.
You had gotten good at pretending you were asleep, you did it all the time to trick your mum while you stayed up, reading or something. You used to smile whenever she'd enter the room, then giggle uncontrollably. You practiced a straight face and eventually got good at it, a useless skill in most cases.
Feeling warm hands inch beneath your body,one under the crook of your knee and the other curling around your shoulders. The sense of being lifted caused you to fight the reflex to stiffen automatically, since you kept your eyes closed you still had little idea who this was. Being lifted, it was like floating in space, though you were still held in place. An uneasy motion washed over you when the two of you started moving forward,
Maybe you were really asleep and this was just some weird dream, but that couldn't be right you clearly had woken up.
Your handler stumble a bit, trying to regain whatever balance he may have had any other day.
"Ow," He hissed, and you stifled an escaping gasp, it coming out as a half-snore. Draco? What did he think he was doing? If he was really himself or- again this could have just been a dream.
"The things I do," You heard him groan quietly, as you felt the altitude changing in the slightest intervals. Stairs.
'Yeah, I'm wondering what you're doing too!' You thought as your sock clad toes brushed one of the bars that held the banister up. Draco wobbled a bit on the last few steps, windmilling his leg around over the empty space from where he came, before setting it down on solid ground. You swallowed your breath of relief, you really didn't think whatever he was doing was worth a few broken bones.
It didn't take long for the journey to end, you heard a door creak open before it closed with a familiar click. Afterwards, you were gently lowered onto something soft, obviously it was a bed. He scrambled onto the other side and then threw the sheet over the both of you. Not even knowing what to say as soon as the springs stopped creaking you opened your eyes, but before doing so your mind came up with the creepiest image of Draco hovering over you with really wide eyes.
You wiggled around a bit until you were laying on your side, staring at your best friend's back. Propping yourself up on an elbow you pondered what exactly just happened. After you realized he wasn't going to explain, mostly because he was in fact asleep, you lowered yourself back down onto the cloud of a sleeping area.
It really didn't take long for you to fall asleep, as soon as your eyelids closed the curtains on your vision you were out. The funny thing was, the nightmare you were expecting was not a horrid bloodbath as you had been expecting. They just got so much worse when you were at home, or at least you thought they did. Since, at Hogwarts you were able to manage them, change them a bit to your liking. At least you were used to them now.
You were curled up in a dark space, if you tried to stretch your hand out your fingers would make contact with something soft and plush. Instantly your mind realized it was a coffin, and your voice activated for you letting out a shrill scream. The padding seemed to absorb the sound.
"Help!" it was the only word in your vocabulary, and you used it until your throat was sore and numb. Even then you still whispered the word as you kicked your legs and banged against your prison's walls.
Then you heard the digging and the shuffling of dirt as it was displaced, you kept your breaths short and steady, silently thanking whoever had heard you. It all felt so real, you didn't even know why anymore. You had expected the top to open normally but instead a loud splintering sound occurred as claws ran down the length of the wooden case. It wasn't long before you were staring up at the reoccurring beast from your dreams.
You were prepared for your body to be cut to ribbons, but that never happened, it was like everything slowly went back to the beginning, rewinding itself until eventually you were back in the coffin with no escape.
Gasping a bit as your (E/C) eyes flashed open, blearily trying to figure out where you were. You felt sunshine streaming onto a fraction of your face, and the security of arms wrapped around you, not that you noticed that in your hazy mind. All you could see were your eyelids, and bits and pieces of your last nightmare.
Panting lightly you let the fearful essence seep from your brain and into your blood stream, officially waking yourself. You tried to move a bit and found that your legs were tangled up with someone else's. Suddenly you were hit with a main stream bullet that explained everything to you in great detail, what happened last night, who you were with, and why you were here at all. Said secondary presence made himself known by a soft snore and the nuzzling of your neck that actually tickled a bit, making you flinch. At least, as much as you could, your arms were tucked into your chest and legs tilted at weird angles.
"D-draco!" you hissed loudly in his ear, squirming a bit which only seemed to make the python of a boy hold onto you tighter. You face went at least fifty one different shades of red and pink at the realization that you were being used like a bloody plushy by your good friend. Well, good wasn't exactly a word you would use to describe Draco, but it could be flexible in your opinion.
"Would you kindly shut up?" A slurred snarl from your companion made your muscles tense, you were fully prepared and somewhat willing to be shoved away. "I-just w-want five more minutes," The mumbles continued from beneath your chin, in the cutest way, one you personally thought could only be achieved by small, baby animals in your eyes. Your face was still red but you could play it off as long as he didn't see you, with his eyes open.
"Fine," You groaned in response, throwing your head back against the pillow. You already knew it was pretty early, or maybe it wasn't. You were used to birds chirping when you woke up in the early morning, and because you couldn't go to sleep you normally got up at the oddest of times. This was different, you didn't know the area or if there were birds to sing at all.
Finally, after more than five minutes the stupid blonde got off your case and huddled at his- his- side of the bed. Since it wasn't your bed at all, you really had no right to claim one side.
You sat up immediately after being given the freedom to do so, stretching out your arms and legs.You started combing through your knotted hair with your fingers, just as Draco stirred. He yawned, propping himself up on an elbow and running his hands through his own hair, even messier than last night. Your shifty movements of trying to get your tingly legs awake must have woken him, guess it serves him right, it was his fault!
"We will never speak of this again,"
"Aw, you embarrassed?" You quipped, falling on your side again and turning until you were up against his back. The lighthearted teasing took a real weight off your heart for a moment there,"Maybe cause' of this?" You pressed your nose to the back of his exposed neck and mimicked his motions from earlier. He shivered kicking at your feet halfheartedly, before flipping over and leaning towards you. He pressed his forehead against yours, scowling all the while,
"And are you going to tell me you aren't?" He poked at your cheek, the one you assumed had gained that fiery red color again. You huffed, flopping out of the sheets and trying to distract yourself by straightening your wrinkled clothes.
"Whatever, we don't speak of this. It never happened,"
You made your way downstairs quietly with Draco following on your heals, and eventually you were at the front door. Slipping on your jacket, and kneeled down to tie your shoes, he watched with crossed arms. You both avoided eye contact with each other, the awkwardness soon passed as the sleep over scenario slipped from your mind.
"How'd you get here anyways? Why did you decide to drop by in the middle of the night anyways,"
"Bus," You answered simply, rounding the white strings around each other once, then twice.
"Alright, half credit, kitten," He clicked his tongue in a disapproving way when you stood up.
"Ugh, I never knew you could be so nosy," You drug a palm over your eyes, and he chuckled wryly, "Look, it's complicated,and doesn't matter anymore," You waved your hand dismissively, "Shouldn't I wait till you mum gets up?"
"No, just go, I'll tell her you fled as soon as you had the chance," He smirked a bit, a charming still half-caring one.
"At least tell her I said thank you," You chipped in, turning the knob, opening the door and stepping onto the porch. Draco followed you all the way to the doorway, leaning his shoulder up against the frame.
"Will do,"
Spur of the moment, as you were walking away your mind decide for you to spin on your foot and rush back in the direction the Malfoy,
"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as you made your way close enough for him to reach out and grab you. Then, without thinking you leaned up on your toes, since he was standing on a higher platform than you, and pecked his cheek. It was all so quick, it hadn't even occurred to you why you did it,
"Thanks for everything, Draco, bye," and with that, you ran down the steps and sighed when your speedy exit was halted by an iron gate. Internally cursing you slid through without getting yourself stuck, on the first try too, but still managing to trip up just enough to make you look like a clutz, your figure disappeared behind the thick green bushes.
Draco slowly touched his now flaming face with one hand, pupils dilated immensely as he watched you retreat. He had to be dreaming, you would have never done that. Or would you have? He had to admit that he didn't know you as well as he thought, he'd never really seen you shy or- courteous as you had been last night, or as adorably peaceful when you were sleeping. You had more than one side, but then again, didn't everyone?
Despite that he still found himself smiling a bit, his hand fell to his side as he closed the door. When he turned he couldn't help but jump a little when he saw his father in a deep green bathrobe, watching him with a smug look on his face.
"So, Draco, who was that lovely girl?" The older man raised an eyebrow at his son, but one could get the feeling he already knew who that girl was, what she was doing here, and what kind of relationship could possibly be in their future. Not that Draco picked up on that, he only replied to his father in default monotone.
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New Girl (Draco X Reader)
FanfictionYou must be the unluckiest girl in the world. First, your Father spontaneously dies of a heart attack just as you get back to your lovely school, Waverly, after winter break. Then your mother decides that it would be best if you both moved to Engla...
