The White Sparrow {Draco & Lucius x Reader}

chapter thirteen - cherish

While the servants buzzed around that morning, asking Lucius repetitive questions on which linens to use and how many places to set for this special dinner, you were only interested in one thing;

Why is Draco still doing this to me?

Unfortunately, nothing had changed since you last saw him. It had been a few weeks and he was still insistent on staying far away from you. He had the willpower, he could do it and resist the temptation.

But it was torturous.

He knew he couldn't control his feelings anymore and that being around you would only amplify it further. He would watch you from afar some days, concerned. Your sad, somber eyes and quietness worried him and it hurt knowing he could fix it.

It really was misery to have you in arms reach but not interact with you. Lucius would come around some days, whispering nice pleasantries to you and trying to mend your broken soul.

Making it even more of an issue if Draco was to intervene.

It was such a mystery to you as to why he refused to see you, beyond his cruel nature. It was consuming you at this point. You didn't understand these sorts of emotions he was secretly grasping with, as he'd done nothing more to show it to you by that point. The servants were tight lipped, never truly offering up any more information beyond what Lucius had allowed them to say.

But when you pictured Draco that day in detention, tortured and broken, all you could feel once more for him was compassion. It was moving its way into your feelings for him once again. No matter how angry you wanted to be, you still cared for him.

You cursed being a Hufflepuff at moments like that.

As stupidly empathic as you may have been towards him, the dinner that Lucius was hosting was happening that night.

It apparently took some time to round up all the fancy wizards and get them together for one night, but the time had finally come.

Even though the ordeal was not until that evening, there was so much preparation to be done. Showering, washing your hair, blow drying it, shaving, skincare, lotion, tweezing your eyebrows.

Most of it seemed quite unnecessary, but you followed the servants instructions to not upset Lucius.

It wasn't until an hour and a half before the dinner though, when they truly started to make you up.

The emerald, green satin dress was brought in a clear plastic bag, already ironed to perfection. You'd never seen a dress so beautiful, let alone have it be yours. The sweetheart neckline curved around your chest perfectly, and fit you like a glove.

While you had no idea where Lucius had managed to get such a dress with the world still in disarray, you'd forced a maid to spill.

And of all places, it came from the muggle world.

As much as Lucius hated those who were muggle born, perhaps he liked their people's creations more than he cared to admit.

Styling your hair in a classy updo, one lady started on your makeup. You insisted it wasn't necessary, but she brought in all sorts of makeup items you'd never seen before and made sure every last inch was perfect.

The last thing you needed was your necklace.

"This will complete the look just perfectly, dear," the main servant, Mary said, fastening the clasp around your neck.

The large jewels would've looked terribly gaudy if they were paired with any other dress. But the flow of the jewels with the cut of your dress, looked like they were made for each other.