𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 [𝐝.𝐦]

05 | 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞."
— 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

HIS GREY EYES lazily wandered around her figure while she sat in front of him, her laugh hitting his ears.

Oh how badly he wanted to put an end to that laugh, a laugh that was caused by Kian and not him. He twirled the fork in his thin slender fingers, his jaw clenched. 

He couldn't hear what his friends were saying around him, he ignored them, instead, just continued to stare at the beautiful brown haired girl sat across him, smiling. He had no idea as to why he was wasting his time just staring at her while he had other more important works to do.

As if she could feel his gaze on her she turned, and her stunning green eyes met those empty blue-grey eyes — for a mere moment and he could swore her lips had just curled up a tad bit. The whole space lightened up by the beauty of it, she smiled at him.

Oh, Lord let her smile again for Salazar's sake.

His lips twitched at the corner, curling into a small smile — his whole body felt weak, his heart thumped against his ribcage and he was at the brink of falling like a fool. For some unknown reason seeing her smile made him smile, it made his insides churned up, warmth filling up his bones — a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time and a smile that he did after what seemed like ages. 

He couldn't figure out why he felt the way he did towards her. Protective.

He didn't quite like it when others had their arms wrapped around that pretty waist of hers, — it angered him when someone touched her the way he wanted to, it made him want to rip off their hands of their body. It angered him how he couldn't touch her, talk to her without being an arsehole, treat her the way he actually wanted to. But he had his reasons, and those reasons held him back from doing what his heart so deeply desired.

If he didn't know better then he would say she was the only one who managed to make him smile, without even knowing.

But Draco Malfoy hadn't realized yet that this girl was fighting her way through his soul without even trying and the walls that he spent years building around himself to keep him the way he was right now, were breaking down and bowing down to her.

He may not know this yet but she was the one who walked around his mind freely without his permission.

Seeing her smile carelessly made him realize that there was still some goodness around him

-

"Ahh Marena." A warm voice welcomed her as she stepped in the Headmaster's office. "Professor." She greeted him in her cold voice. "Take a seat, my dear." Dumbledore said, his voice sweet as he ignored the cold treatment he was already receiving from her.

She sat down facing the headmaster, he sat there in his might and power. "I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't call me ever." She raised an eyebrow, her bright green eyes studying the headmaster's smiling face closely. "And end up making a grave mistake."

Dumbledore let out a chuckle at her words making her look at him with confusion. "Straight to business I see." He said. "You knew, I would eventually ask for you." He went on.

"Indeed. You need my help of course." She stated as a matter of fact. He nodded, placing his hands together as he leaned forward a little. She could sense he was trying to peak inside her mind, trying to use Leglimency on her but failing miserably. A crooked smile tucked at the corner of her lips.