heedless by romanshome

dakota

The fall, chilly air kissed the flesh of Athena's cheek with a gentle undertone.

Walking alongside her, a heavy black leather coat draped over her nimble shoulders—was her best friend Hestia. Athena's tan skin seemed to hide the red tint that had flowered her cheeks, a natural furrow in her brow, as her brown eyes swept pass the small shops that made up Hogsmeade. Arms linked with the girl beside her, they strolled down the brick pathway with dazy minds.

Thanksgiving break lasted for a week—and it had been two days since she had spoken to Scorpius. When he didn't return after an hour of her waiting in his room, she snatched her wand from the nightstand beside apparating herself into her bedroom without announcing her family. She cried. She weeped. She was depressed for a few hours.

But then anger rushed over her.

She was sick of this. Sick of his games. She had been sick and he left her alone. His own father cared more about her health than he did—and he was the one who caused her sickness. So she took it upon herself to ignore the many missed calls from him, because if he really wanted to speak to her, he knew just where to find her. Until then, she'd be with the closest person that was to her. And she was perfectly content with that.

There was still a dull ache between her legs—but due to Mr. Malfoy's medicine, she felt a whole lot better. She could walk perfectly fine now, and she wished she could thank him. She realized that his hurtful but blunt words weren't to make her sad—but to save her from heartache. That made her heart flutter. And without him telling her, she would've never realized that Scorpius was.....

No longer as enticed with her as before.

She knew that if she were to be alone, she would torture herself. Wallow in misery, per say. So she had called Hestia and asked if she was down to spend time together—in which she responded with —

"Bitch yes? The fuck you think I am?"
They were both giggling about some comment she made about Lily's text earlier in the group chat

—talking about how she wanted to get a tattoo on her ass cheek that said parking garage right here. But then she felt Hestia nudge her shoulder, her brown hues following her finger as she pointed at the window in the store. Gladrags Wizardwear.

"Isn't that Scorps' pops?"

Athena felt her blood run cold, and it wasn't due to the weather. Her eyes landed on Mr. Malfoy, dressed in his usual black, dark suit attire, elbow leaning on the counter as he looked to the side. His blue hues were boring deeply, focusing on someone who stood beside him. When Athena's eyes flickered to his side, she spotted a woman—a beautiful woman. She could tell just by her side profile that she had been stunning; sharp nose, strong yet feminine jaw, bodacious curves that were hidden behind a pair of suit slacks and a thin, white button up.

The first three buttons were unpopped, exposing her breasts.

Athena felt a wave of something wash over her. The way that he had been looking at her— appeared he was extremely into her. She would let out a laugh behind the glass at something he said, flirtingly hitting his arm, her fingers staying on his bicep as a resting spot. Fingers perfectly manicured, a shiny red was painted over them. No wedding band to be found.