With or Without Him~ Lucius M. X OC

Coldness

Main Characters Pov:

(Pretend Daphne and Astoria have an aunt, that's my characters mom.)

Italics mean the character is thinking

"May I sit here?"

I didn't even turn my head at first, deciding whether or not to show this man any attention. After a moments pause, I look at him. My attention quickly moves to his hair. His, basically white, blonde hair.

A Malfoy great.

His eyebrow raises and I realize I haven't responded yet.

I look around the small coffee shop and see that this is one of the only seats left. Without saying anything, I simply gesture to the barstool implying for him to sit.

My attention automatically returns back to my sketch pad. I assumed he only needed a place to sit and we would no longer interact. I was wrong

I hear him sit down then order himself a black coffee. Once the barista goes to make the drink, he turns towards me slightly.

"Do you like to draw?"

I almost laughed. What a silly question. I understand he was just trying to start a conversation but isn't the answer to that question obvious.

I look up from my drawing, pencil still in hand and reply.

"Yes."

I go back to my drawing but he seems to be a little frustrated. Seeming to have expected more of a response from me.

"What are you drawing?"

I realized that there is no point of ignoring this man much longer. I closed my sketch pad all together and gave him my attention.

"Nothing of interest." I really didn't like it when people watched or judged my drawings, but I guess that's unavoidable when I'm drawing in public.

A barista comes by with Malfoy's drink and we wait till he's gone.

"Allow me to introduce myself. Lucius, Lucius Malfoy." He holds his hand out for me to take and for some reason I do.

"I'm Olivia Wilson." Once my hand reaches his, he begins to bring it to his lips. I lightly shake his hand, but pull it back before he has the chance to kiss it.

"Are you a halfblood? I don't recognize your surname."

"You have lots of questions, don't you Mr. Malfoy? Yes I am halfblood."

He completely ignores my first comment.
"What's your mother's maiden name?"

"Greengrass."

"Oh how nice." He drawled

I have no idea whether this was sarcastic or genuine.

"Mhm"

"And you were clearly a Slytherin."

That catches me off guard. What makes me seem like a Slytherin

"Clearly?" I finally respond

He just looks at me. Like he's trying to read me. Like my eyes show everything he needs to know about me. I do my best to keep my face and eyes emotionless.

"How is it so clear?"

He opens his mouth to speak once or twice but then decides against it and closes it.

I raise my eyebrow to almost mimic him.

"Well- I mean..."
He starts stuttering, unsure, I feel almost proud for making such a prestige man trip over his words.

"Well?" I push, smirking.

He finally collects himself.

"Well it's clear you are a Slytherin due to... your coldness towards others."

I laugh.

"Because I'm cold? Did you ever think that maybe I'm just not interested?"

Before he could respond I continued.

"You're wrong. I'm a Hufflepuff."

Now he laughed at me.

"See now you're lying to me, definitely Slytherin."

"I'm not lying. You can ask your son. I'm his favorite hufflepuff." I smirked.

As surprised and disbelieving as he was about my house, His interest was more peaked to the comment of his son.

"You know Draco?"

"Well of course. Everyone at Hogwarts does."

"You- you still attend Hogwarts?" He asks

This was all very confusing to me; and apparently to him as well. In different ways.

How old does he think I am

"I assumed you're something like 25." He responded like me knew exactly what I was thinking.

"That's where assuming gets you." I point out. "I'm 17."

He was definitely thinking about something specific in his mind, but I don't know what it is.

"And you're friends with my son?"

"I mean, he tolerates me and I him. That's better than a lot of other peoples relationship with him."

He looked like he was about to ask me something. He started smirking and opened his mouth to speak.

I spoke first.

"Well I must be going. It was a pleasure meeting you." I tried to make it as sarcastic as possible but all he did was smirk.

Again, as he was about to say something, I didn't give him the chance.

I quickly payed and left the coffee shop.

Left him to his own thoughts.

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Heyyyy surpriseeee. I know that I have two other stories that I have been neglecting but this idea randomly came to mind so I decided to publish this.
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