𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐃.𝐌

Chapter 16 - Who she truly is.

Morning came.

Y/n came out of her room, holding her head and she sat down on the couch.

"Can't believe I just dreamed something I never wanted to dream." Groaned Y/n.

Draco sat down on the armchair and gave Y/n a coffee.

"Thank you," she smiled weakly, before taking a sip of her coffee. Then she noticed Draco seems a bit off. She wondered why. "Draco, are you alright?"

Draco lifted his head and noticed Y/n looked worried. "Yeah," which he only replied.

"You don't look fine..." Y/n place her coffee on the coffee table. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"It's about what you said last night..."

"Wait, did I told you something offensive? Gosh, if I did, I didn't mean to say it." Y/n were quick with her words.

"No, it's not that." He chuckled up a bit. "It's about your mother and the noble men you are talking about."

Y/n turned white as soon as she heard him mention those words. The words that made her remember her past.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Did I..." she stopped for a moment. "Did I mention something about marriage?" She looked down in her fingers while fiddling it.

"Yes. Yes, you did."

"I think....I should tell you mine since you have told yours last night."

"Are you sure? Maybe it'll make you uncomfortable."

"It's better than hiding it," she sighed.

Draco's eyes never gazed away from her. He wanted to hear more, even he has seen some in her memories.

"I'm not an ordinary person as everyone sees me, of course except my friends, but..." she took a deep breath. "I'm actually a daughter of a Marchioness."

Draco noticed she felt a bit hesitant to speak about it. "It's ok if you don't want to talk about it."

"It's alright, Draco. You deserve to know." She smiled.

Draco leaned a bit closer, his elbows rested on his legs.

"When I was little," Y/n started. "My mother used to be so caring and loving to me. She would always have time for me, but....everything slowly changed when I turned 10. She became cold."

"Why?"

"I don't know, really...."

"What about your father?"

"My father?" She smiled lightly. "My father....died in a car crash when I was two, that's what my Governess told me. I guessed that's why Mama never wanted to talk about Papa. She must've been hurt. It's the reason why I stopped asking her about Papa. To be honest, I have not seen what my Papa looks like, not even in a picture."

"Don't your mother have one?"

"None....I suppose. I have searched everywhere in the library, her office, bedroom, but there seems to be none."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok..." she sighed. "It's all in the past..."

"Why did you ran away though?"

"I ran away because I feel suffocated. I couldn't act like myself. My Mama told me that I should act like a lady with prim and proper. It feels like the real me is locked up inside whilst I play pretend like a doll."

"But, does your past has something to do why you are here?"

"In fact, yes, it is. I have been wanting to go out of the Manor ever since I was a child. I dreamed of performing in theaters and wanted to make it come true. I escaped that night when my mother and I fought, she wanted me to go out of society and marry someone.....someone in our standards. She doesn't want me to marry a commoner. She wanted to marry me off to a pure breed man or at least a half breed as long as he has a rank or title."

"Half breed?" questioned Draco.

"Like in your world we have those things where you call- what was it again?"

"Pureblood, half-blood-"

"Yes, those. You see, my mother is overprotective. I understand why she's doing this to me, but I don't want to be overly protected." She chuckled a bit. "I really wished she couldn't find me, if she does, I hope she sees me performing in theaters. It'll drive her mad for sure."

"But what will happen if she found you? If you haven't performed yet?"

She sighed again. "Well, it will be over for me."

"Oh," Draco bit his lower lip, feeling the guilt of asking her that.

He felt sorry for the girl and he knew that, because he has seen some of her memories that caused Y/n to feel lonely. Same situation for his before, they felt lonely inside their own home, but only hers was too overly protective.

Y/n looked at him. She guessed that he felt sorry for her, but she just smiled and spoke, "You don't need to be sorry for me, Draco."

Draco lifted his eyes, and melted from her smile. It felt different from how he felt for Astoria, but he shrugged it off his mind.

"There is also something you need to know." Said Y/n.

"Hmm?" He hummed. "What is it?"

"Since you have told us your full name, I think I should inform you that Mateo is not my last name."

"Pardon?"

"You see...umm...My mother named me after to my great-great-grandfather or her name. So, Mateo is a name from my great-great-grandfather."

"Then, what is your last name?" Draco curiously asked.

"My real name is Y/n Callisto Mateo Smith Harlington."

"So, your middle name is Smith, and the Harlington is the last."

"Yes. It's a bit long and I don't know why nobles have to name their children with long names." She chuckled.

Draco smiled whilst gazing at Y/n, who's chuckling, and he felt relieve that she got out of misery while talking about her past.

Draco have stopped being curious about the girl, for everything has been answered. He now knew why she told him before the reason why she isn't being true to her mother because her mother never let her to be.

Though, her last name was a bit familiar, like he have heard it before, but he just shrugged it off and let it be.