Little Talks - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

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The clock struck nine, the sky was indigo splashed with bright stars. A nervous dark figure walked towards the Beauxbaton carriage. That nervous figure happened to be Draco.
All he wished for was to turn around and walk back to the castle and hide from the cold snow seeping into his dress shoes. He dug his hands into the warm wool of his coat, tucking his trench coat around his body.

He was shaking as he listened carefully to the snow crunching against his feet focusing on his surroundings. He listened to his unsteady breathing, he watched as his breath came out in white puffs. He concentrated on his numb fingertips buried in his pockets.

He ran his numb hand through his hair and checked his breath as if he hadn't done that enough.

The carriage drew closer and his heart started pounding in his chest and he completely forgot what he was focusing on.

The worst-case scenario he pictured was Faris saying 'no'. What would he do if she said the simple two-letter word? Just walk away and leave his sorrow in the pit of his stomach to rot? Simply ask somebody else? Stay in the boy's dormitory or beg and give her all the reasons to say yes?

God, maybe I should turn around. Draco thought.

But before he knew it his hand was knocking on the door. He had been so indulged in his thoughts he had completely forgotten to control himself instead of letting the voice in the back of his head take over. He twisted his ring around his finger pulling at pale skin, he released a shaky breath.

There's no turning back now. You're probably just overthinking things.

The door swung open to reveal a tall blonde boy.

Ah, the dick with high cheekbones, how could I forget?

The boy gave him a big smile showing his pearly white teeth. "Bonjour!"

"Uh hi- erm is Faris here at the moment?" Draco asked, trying to peek behind the slim boy into the dimly lit carriage.

"Faris, un beau garçon blond est là pour vous voir!" Called Bouilloire.

"Vous devez vous tromper, je ne connais pas de 'beaux garçons blonds'-" Faris walked down a small spiral staircase immediately stopping in her tracks when she saw the blonde boy.

"peu importe je le fais." She grinned walking towards the door. "Draco, how pleasant to see you!"

"Draco quel beau nom je n'ai jamais entendu de noms de ce genre!"

"Bouilloire voudriez-vous nous excuser?"

"Mes excuses, bonsoir Monsieur Draco!" Bouilloire waved at Draco and pranced up the stairs. Faris smiled at Draco then closed the carriage door behind her stepping out into the snow, crossing her arms over her chest. She shivered as if someone had shook a snow-covered pine tree branch over her head.

"Might I ask why you're here at nine o'clock? I mean it's getting late- . . . yeah," she shrugged awkwardly, tugging her sweater over her palms.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh okay, carry on." She gave him a small smile.

"So you know there is a ball coming up on Christmas Eve," he trailed off.

"I'm aware." She smirked, nodding her head slowly. Draco's heart pounded in his chest, he let a shaky breath releasing in a white puff.

"You're- I'm assuming you're already going with somebody to the ball." He let out an awkward chuckle.

"No, I'm not actually," she shrugged.

"Would you consider going with me?" He looked at her hope filling his eyes, then he quickly added, "I mean, if it's not too late to ask." At this point he couldn't even hear his own thoughts, he swore his heart would plunge out of his chest.

You never get this nervous. Okay well, not this nervous. This is beyond my belief.

Faris looked down at her feet, biting back a smile as she watched him blush feverishly. "I'd love to." She said trying to keep her voice even and contain a huge smile.

"What?-"

"I'd love to," she repeated.

"Really?" his stomach leaped like he was on a rollercoaster.

"Yeah."

His smile grew at an alarming rate, the corners of his mouth stretched so wide it hurt. "I hope I didn't ask you too late."

"Oh no, that's perfectly fine."

She hesitantly stepped closer to him then he took a step closer until there was only a foot of space between them. She laced her hands with his looking up at him. She pressed her palms to his, caressing his knuckles with her thumb.

Her presence was so warm to him. He wanted to reach out and pull her to his chest and keep that warmth with him wherever he went.

At this time Faris noticed the white flakes of snow dusting his shoulders and his cold hands against hers. Then she noticed his rosy cheeks from the cold, biting at his skin. He felt her hands warm up his.

Then they were only a few inches apart. He brought her hands up to his chest, clutching onto each other's hands.

Then she turned her head and remembered her surroundings. "I should probably get back inside so Madam Maxime doesn't notice."

"Oh, right . . ."

She hesitated to move away from him. But without a second thought, Draco lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. Her cheeks heated up, ignoring the fact that it was below twenty-five degrees. "Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight," she replied, going back into the carriage giving him one last smile before disappearing for the night.