Little Talks - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

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The entire time that Draco walked down the hallway to the Slytherin common room he couldn't contain his smile. He was grinning from ear to ear and people stared at him as he sauntered down the hallway.

His smile was out of context for those who saw him wandering the halls. They would recall the events that happened less than an hour ago and become curious about what he was smiling over.

He assumed that Blaise and Flint were spreading rumors, telling students that Faris and Draco were screwing around in the bathroom. Some of the Slytherins who had heard and believed the rumor winked at him as he passed by.

Some of them went as far as to say something along the lines of, "Nice going, Malfoy," or, "Was she good?" He ignored all of their comments and continued on his way to his dorm.

Even though a lot of people didn't fully believe the rumor everybody saw how he looked at her, with such admiration and awe. It led them to question why. The students of Hogwarts had grown to learn that Draco was a boy who didn't care about anything. Faris was the girl who cared about everything.

She was the girl Draco would look out for in a crowded room, he could ignore everyone around him but her. Everyone could see through him, everyone but her.

He lay in bed with a cup of chamomile tea, a ghost of a smile still hooked on his lips.

His mind was filled with thoughts of Faris's soft expression and her eyes falling onto his lips. Her hands brushing up and down his chest like angel wings. Her slender fingers combing through his hair pulling twigs out.

The fact that she even cared that he was hurt made his heart flutter. He took a big gulp of Chamomile tea, the taste of sweet flowers and orange peel ran down his throat and the soothing liquid tingled in his mouth.

Then before he knew it he was on his fourth cup of tea. He pulled the soggy tea bag out of the water and sipped the hot liquid and swallowed thickly, pulling a sour face. It was a little too strong for his taste.

"Probably let it steep for too long," he mumbled to himself. He stared down into the depths of the cup then shrugged, chugging the rest of the amber liquid.

By the time an hour had passed, he was laying in bed with yet another cup of tea. His nightstand was covered in soggy tea bags.

Blaise walked through the dormitory door stopping in his tracks once he saw a smiling Draco, half-asleep and drinking tea. Then he noticed the tea bags on his nightstand and the drawer in his nightstand that was hanging open with tea bags lining the drawer as if they were socks.

"Do we have any tea?"Blaise asked sarcastically, pulling the drawer open to get a better look at his collection.

"If you want some," said a drowsy Draco, "I have some in that drawer," he yawned. "Oh, look you found it."

"Is there a reason behind your new tea obsession?"

"Faris told me to drink chamomile tea to soothe my headache," he grinned.

"I can see that."

~*~

A week after the tea obsession Blaise decided to pay Faris a visit. He wanted to know what actually happened in the bathroom. Draco nor Fairs had talked about what happened, they managed to avoid each other altogether.

Blaise slammed open the carriage door and Faris's head turned toward the sudden noise, her eyes wild. Her gaze softened when she saw who it was and she continued to stir a bowl of white frosting.

"Ever heard of knocking, Zucchini?"

"I didn't see the need to knock," he shrugged plopping down next to her on a barstool.

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Bouilloire tu dois être le fameux Blaise, Faris en parle toujours!"Bouilloire extended his hand out to Blaise with an obnoxious smile, he hesitantly shook it.

"Bonjour- erm- bowling ball was it?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

Faris smacked his arm. "What the hell, Zucchini, you don't just go around calling people names!"

"Okay, okay sorry!" He said, holding his hands up in surrender. Bouilloire pulled a souffle out of the small oven, setting it on a cooling rack. Blaise stared at the dessert, his mouth watering, it had been a long walk to the carriage-

"Okay, so not to be rude or anything but- why are you here and why did you feel like you could just walk into the carriage at any time you want?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll get to that, so what happened with Draco in the bathroom last week?"

"Nothing much," she said, slowing down her pace while mixing the frosting.

"Lies. What actually happened? It's been a week and you two haven't spoken a word to each other. It has to be killing Draco because he is obsessed with you."

Faris rolled her eyes, "He is not . . . . We just had uhm- a moment."

"Mon dieu, Faris, dis-le au beau gosse!" Exclaimed Bouilloire.

"Ce n'est pas la chose la plus facile à expliquer."

"Eh bien, peut-être que je le ferai ! Donc d'après ce que j'ai entendu, Faris était dans la salle de bain avec Draco et ils ont presque-" Faris cupped her hand over his mouth.

"Ahem," Blaise cleared his throat, "If you haven't noticed by now I can't speak French."

"Alright, fine, I'll fill you in." Faris walked through the story word for word while Blaise shoveled souffle past his lips, cream lining his mouth.

"Is that why he's been so anxious?" He shoved more into his mouth, "Bouilloire you've outdone yourself!" He said with a mouth full of souffle.

"I don't know, it's been hard to talk to him about it." She shrugged, "It's like I said we were just in the moment, and besides I just see him as a friend."

"I think he's got a bit more than a friendship on his mind," Blaise mumbled into his cup of water.

"I didn't catch that?"

"I think it's time for me to leave," he said, scooping the rest of his souffle in his mouth and heading for the door. "Again Bouilloire amazing souffle!" He called out before slamming the carriage door.