Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 3

Song=Still don't know my name-Labrinth

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Draco

My eyes sprung open as a knock on the door dragged me out of my sleep. My mother ignored my tired groans as she strolled in through the opening and pulled the curtains open, letting light shine into the room.

Yesterday had been awful, just like it was every single year. At least as long as that old man, Dumbledore, was in charge. People hadn't changed much either. Weasley was as red-headed as ever and Granger was more vexing each time she opened her mouth.

But then there was the boy from the Quidditch field. I don't know how he'd managed to stay in my mind, but he had. And that annoyed me.

"It's astounding how you manage to seem surprised, every single morning I walk into your room."

I rolled my eyes before letting my head sink deep into the pillow again. When she still hadn't left yet, I dared look up to see what the hell the woman was doing. She was bending over my drawer, studying my clothes, her hair sat up into a tight bun, the white stripes showing beneath the dark-brown hair.

"You know I can manage that myself, right?"

She gave me a surprised look as she saw me staring at her.

"Yes of course. Although I can't recall the last time you actually did it?"

I chuckled against the pillow. She smiled at me, doing her best not to show the worry, flashing in her face. I don't know how she kept believing I didn't notice when something was wrong, but she'd been doing it for years now. Hiding. A common trait in the bloodline.

"Well, get out of bed and come downstairs when you're dressed. Your father is already waiting" she said, closing the door after her as she left, leaving me alone in the room.

I reached for the drawer, my eyes still in a bit of a blur. My hands reached the soft fabric of my usual black pants, quickly managing to get them on. A white t-shirt was pulled over my head before it closed around my body.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. The skin tugging my face was pale, and heavy bags appeared under my eyes. My gaze fell to my hair. Blonde locks went in every direction possible, leaving me to look like some down-class rat. I didn't even want to bother fixing it as I strolled downstairs, hoping my mother wouldn't feel the urge to set it today.

My father was waiting at the end of the table, a large stack of papers placed in front of him. I gazed at the servants waiting in the background, their faces numb and clean.

My father looked in my direction as I approached the table, only to let out a sigh. I ignored him and placed myself at the seat opposite my mother.

I slipped some grapes into my mouth, focusing on anything but the deadly silence surrounding us. I let more food slip into my mouth only to find my stomach heavy.

"Father, I was thinking maybe-"

I didn't have a chance to finish the sentence before he cut me off.

"Draco, I don't have time for your silly propositions right now."

I looked at him. His eyes remained placed on the paper, not even sparing me a glance.

"But-"

"I said I don't want to hear it, Draco. End of discussion."

My mother hadn't uttered a single word, just looking at me as if nothing had happened. But I hadn't ignored the tiny squeeze she'd given my hand under the table.