arranged / dm

07

December 31
11:45 PM

Amara continued to stare at Draco in the darkness. Her eyes refused to move to another thing in the large bedroom and focused in on the boy's silhouette as he sat in the chair next to her bed. Her mind raced with a million questions and things to say to him, yet her throat ran dry and words were only a mere thought.

Draco stared in the direction of Amara. Though his mind was filled with different things to say. His confusion built up slowly the longer he stayed in her room; but he couldn't bring himself to leave. Nothing made sense in Draco's mind anymore and her scent clung to anything her touch grazed upon. He attempted to make sense of it all. He had attempted to shove it all down and ignore it. But that became entirely impossible.

He heard Amara clear her throat, his shoulders tensing and his stare intensifying. His whole body was on edge waiting for her to speak her mind. Draco sat straight up now, his arms pressed into the sides of the soft chair he rested in. 

"Is.. is that uncomfortable?" She finally said to him. Draco glanced down at the seat before looking up again, forming the confidence to speak back to her. Words were stuck at the back of his throat as he attempted to talk.

"No. No, it's fine." He coughed out. His hands gripped the armrest, trying to not seem tense--all while Amara could not even see him. 

"Okay." She propped herself up on her elbows, a small sliver of light creeping in from the hallway shining on her face only to reveal part of her face. 

"I know you're lying." Her mind worked hard to formulate her next choice of words. The offer she had created repeated itself, louder each time, but she hadn't decided if she wanted to say her mind out loud. 

"You know- I think- fuck.." She stuttered, an amused smirk creeping onto Draco's face as he studied the small part of her face he could now see. "Just.. just come sleep up here."

Draco raised an eyebrow and leaned forward onto his knees. "Desperate, are we? Honestly, if you want to marry me just say so." Draco chuckled, leaning back in the chair. 

"Draco, it's a huge bed, I don't want to hear you bitch about me making you sleep on a chair in the morning. Swallow your pride for a few hours and sleep in the damn bed." Amara retorted. Draco heaved a sigh and rose from the chair, taking slow steps toward the bed.

Amara moved closer to the edge as Draco slid under the covers, his head making contact with the expensive pillows. 

"Better?" Amara's voice was laced with attitude. 

"If it will make you feel better." The girl rolled her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. 

"So..." Draco's voice trailed off into the silence, his thoughts forming sensible sentences for him to speak. "What makes you so repulsed that you genuinely do not want to marry me in the slightest?" He asked, though he knew the answer. 

He knew exactly what her reasons were. And the truth of it all was--he didn't blame her. 

"Oh, I don't know. It's a mix of you  were an ass to me at school and everyone I've ever spoken to has nothing but bad things to say." She spoke clearly, her hands folded gently on her stomach.
The golden light continued to peer in through the cracks of the door, illuminating enough of the room that the two could see some features of the other's face--though Amara wasn't looking at Draco. 

"But.." She turned her head to look at him, making eye contact with him. "You're not as bad anymore. I've seen you, the actual you, and you aren't a total dick." She smiled. She hadn't smiled in months, maybe even a year. Draco certainly hadn't seen her smile either, his mind going crazy at the sight.