dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

21 questions with draco malfoy,

I fear questions, they expose you and leave you vulnerable; sitting there with all your secrets gone into the vast, open world.
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a r i a  s t u n n i n g s

After class, I helped Luna find her pink-sausage shoes. They were actually really pretty, sausage looking shoes with pink strings to tie them up. Apparently, another Ravenclaw had hidden it somewhere on the third floor corridor in an abandoned classroom. A grumbling Draco had tagged along too, only because he 'didn't want me to die or something'.

Luna said that she needed to go to the her dorm and read the newest issue of the Quibbler, a magazine her father edited, so I let her go. 

Now I was sitting with Draco in our dorm, reading The Book Thief for the thousandth time while Draco fiddled with his fingers, rings, hem of his shirt, basically everything.

"Twenty one questions?" he asked out of the blue.

"Pardon me, but what ?" 

Ignoring me, he said, "What's your first name?" 

I stared at him and answered, "Aria."

"Okay. Your turn."

"Why do you wear rings?" I asked him.

"I want to, that's why," he replied. "Why do you wear a hoodie?"

"I like keeping my face covered. Where do you live?"

He hesitated before answering, "London. Where do you live?"

I paused for a moment before saying, "I don't. I live wherever I find place for me."

"As in . . . you're a vagabond?"

"Only one question at a time," I said. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"What type of a question is that? Love just happens. It doesn't matter if you believe in it or not."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"Yeah," I announced.

"Yeah," he declared. "What's the name of the chapter you're reading?"

I glanced at the name and paled, not wanting to answer the question. I shook my head.

He snatched the book right out of my hands and read the name of the chapter, "The thought of Rudy naked?" He laughed, showing his gleaming white molars and if I hadn't been so red at that moment, I would have said that he looked beautiful.

"So what?" I asked, grabbing the book back.

"Just . . . I didn't think you read that shit," he said.

"It's not what you think it is! It's beautiful," I said. "Much more beautiful than you for sure."

"I agree. Writing is way more beautiful than any human. But that doesn't make me ugly. The fact that you compared me to the writing is a huge compliment in itself," he told me, and I had to agree.

"Do you read?" I asked.

"Obviously, I'm a Ravenclaw," he said.

"But the Ravenclaws don't like you," I said. "Why?"

"Because my parents are Death Eaters," he said and I was amazed at his transparency. "But you already know that. I could hear you and Dumbledore, you know."

"I just wanted to hear it from you," I said.

"Why? To torture me? Don't worry, the Ravenclaws do it enough," he told me, and I could hear the hurt behind the wall of anger he showed me. He started to walk away, "I really thought you were different."

I felt a certain urge to go and bang his head in the wall, but resisting it I simply said, "Why would I be different from the others? Each and every one of us is different and if you expect me to feel guilty because I disappointed you, I would like to let you know that I have disappointed numerous people in my life. That is what has made me what I am now."

"I don't want to make you feel guilty. I just wanted to let you know that I don't like talking about my past," Draco replied.

"Okay," I shrugged.

"Yeah," he said.

"Yeah," I replied.

* * *

I slowly slipped out of bed, staring at the moonlit sky. I needed to get out of this room. Now. 

Opening the door, I found my feet carrying me towards the seventh floor corridor -- the one Dumbledore had specifically told me not to visit. 

I had arrived at the seventh floor corridor and I thought I heard a scoff behind me, but when I looked around, I couldn't see anyone. I continued to walk through the rows of paintings until I came to the end of the corridor.

There was nothing special about it, why did Dumbledore forbid me from visiting it?

Suddenly, I spotted a door and my curious mind immediately started nagging me to open it. Of course, I couldn't just ignore my mind, could I? So I opened the door, to see a girl standing there.

"Luna?" I asked softly.

"Oh hello, I see that you've found the Room of Requirements. It gives you what you require, you know?" she told me.

"I figured that out, funnily enough," I tell her, chuckling softly.

"Ah. Okay. Want to read?" she asked me, holding out a magazine called, The Quibbler.

"Sure," I replied, taking it.

Accidentally, I managed to read for four hours straight until I looked up to see the clock: 6:00 am. 

"Shit," I cursed. "Luna, I've got to go, sorry."

But Luna was fast asleep on her chair. "Luna?" I ask again, gently.

"Mhmm," she said happily. "Yurizes!"

I giggle as I set her straight and write a note to her saying, 'I had to go at six. Meet me for breakfast? ~ AS'

As I walk out of the Room of Requirements, I am staring into the grey hues of Draco Malfoy. 

"Where exactly were you? I've been looking everywhere."

"As if you care," I said, pulling my hood closer while zipping up my jacket. 

"I do. I have to," he replied. "If I had a choice I would rather care for Libelle."

I tense up as I hear my name fall from his lips. My earlier name.