The Facade

Chapter 18

It was the most wonderful night of sleep I remember ever having in my life.

After I took the Sleeping Draught, I fell into a deep sleep like it was supposed to do, and it was like a blessing, I felt like I had compensated years of badly sleep nights, and I don’t recall ever waking up so relaxed and at peace before.

I opened my eyes and stretched my body making a loud yawn, for the first time I felt as if all the tension on my body had dispersed and faded away from my bones.

I sat upright on the bed and glanced at the clock, it was almost noon, I had no idea if Malfoy was at home since I was still trying to gather my thoughts and surroundings.

I stood up slowly from the couch and gave one last stretch, I could almost feel the mark the couch and my clothes left on the sky from being lying on top of it for so long. I quickly transfigured my pajamas into a comfy green jumper and some dark grey pants, and turned the bed back into a couch.

I passed my wand through my hair fixing the mess and knots formed by the sleep and I glanced at my surroundings and noticed that I was alone. I glimpsed Malfoy’s bedroom door open.

“Malfoy?” I called.

“In here!” He answered from somewhere in his room.

I walked until the door and caught Malfoy lying on his bed, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and black pants, holding a leather naïve blue book above his head as his eyes roamed the pages.

I neared him and stood by the side of his bed. “What are you doing?” I asked pleasantly.

“What does it look like?” He mocked.

I rolled my eyes; he clearly couldn’t pass five seconds without making a sarcastic comment or a joke.

“You’re reading.” I stated and managed to sit at the edge of the bed near where his legs were lying down with his ankles crossed.

He snorted. “Well spotted.”

I sighed. “Well, what are you reading?” I asked calmly.

I glimpsed his smirk growing wider. “The book I gave you.” He said proudly.

I wasn’t remotely surprised by his statement, merely caught off guard. “What chapter are you in?” I asked.

“Chapter seven.” He replied, his gaze still glued at the book.

“Oh, so you’re in the chapter where she- “

“Punches him. Yeah, just read that part.”

I furrowed my brows. “Since how long are you awake?” I asked.

He gave me a dismissively look and a firm shook if his head. “Not long. Like an hour or so ago.” He said.

I nodded in acknowledgement and glanced back at his bedroom wide window. I noticed there was no howling wind nor a blur of white obscuring the landscape.

I walked to stand in front of it and roamed the sight. There was no grey in the sky, only blue, although you could only glimpse cracks of it due to the loads of white clouds covering the sky like a blanket.

“Did you go to check on the wards already?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, I prefer going at night today.” He admitted.

I nodded and turned back to glance at the landscape again, everything was covered by snow, as it usually is, but this time there was barely a glimpse of any hard ground or tree branches.