Little Talks - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

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"Rock to H 3." The ridged piece moved forward, gliding on the checkerboard. Faris gave Pansy an unsure look, Faris wasn't good at wizard chess.

"You know the last time we played Wizards chess together we were only 8," Faris said, dragging her finger along the edge of the board.

"Quit stalling and go. We already know that you're going to lose. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out," she snapped.

"Fine, I don't know why you insisted on playing," Faris groaned. "Pawn to D 4."

"I'm bored," Flint complained from his place behind Faris. "Let's go get food."

"I could eat," Blaise said standing up.

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"Bishop to C 5," the pawn moved forward, capturing the King from 3 different angles. "HA! I won, dumbass!"

"It took you eight years," She huffed, swiping the pieces off the board onto the floor, some landing in a dish of pudding that Flint was eating out of. Of course, he didn't seem to notice this.

Faris picked up a plate of ladyfingers, dipping one into her cup of coffee. "Am I the only one burning up?" Faris asked, kicking her shoes off, static crackling on her black tights.

"Kinda, isn't your uniform a bit thinner of fabric though?" Blaise said.

"Yes it is but I have more layers, at least I'm not wearing a thick fur coat like the Durmstrang students," she groaned, untying her scarf shawl.

"How do they wear that all year round? I understand winter but why the summer?"

"I'm not sure, none of them seem to be complaining though, and it has been unseasonably warm lately."

"Not even Hristo is complaining?" Blaise asked, wiggling his eyebrows and peeking over the edge of his teacup.

Draco rolled his eyes, Blaise knew exactly what he was doing by bringing Hristo up.

"No, but we don't get to see or talk to each other that much."

"Well, he always has his hands all over you when he is around you-"

"That is not true," Faris retorted, pointing a lady finger at him.

Blaise shrugged, "Not from what I've seen," he whispered into his goblet, his voice echoing into the metal cup. Faris dunked another lady finger into her teacup watching in disgust as Blaise and Flint shoveled food into their mouths.

Out of nowhere, Blaise shouted, "I won!" Flint looked up from his food slowly.

"I didn't know this was a contest," He whined. "Rematch." He called out and began to tuck into a plate of tea sandwiches.

Pansy, Faris, and Draco watched in disgust. Shoving their own food away from them.
Faris pulled out a deck of cards from her pocket to distract herself, she shuffled them and laid them out in front of her in rows of seven.

"I'm leaving, I've got plans with Millicent," Pansy said, striding out of the portrait hole.

"How nice of her to ditch us," Draco murmured sarcastically, intently watching Faris flip over three cards. She chuckled in response, her gaze flicking up to his, only to find his eyes already on her.

"So, uhm . . . Do you like it here? At Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I love it."

Draco nodded, mumbling a small, 'good' as he began to pick at his cuticles.

Now was finally his time to try and get with Faris and make her fall in love with him before that prat Hristo beat him to it. But so far he seemed to be winning, Hristo never spent time with her and here Draco was, spending the day with her like it was nothing.

He was just paranoid that Faris had already picked between the two, there was a chance that her heart was set on Hristo, and that she had never considered Draco to be an option.

Draco cleared his throat, he was determined to convince her to pick him. "You do realize you have an open slot for your king of spades right? And the ace can be moved."

Faris pursed her lips together, she hadn't noticed any of that. She had never been good at solitaire, despite that it was really a game of luck. ". . . Oh, forget it, I give up," She said, putting her cards back in a neat pile.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Sure."