𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 || 𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Author's Message (Must Read!!!):
Starting on this chapter, you may realize that it's going to be fast because I really don't feel like writing this story anymore and I'm just finishing this for you. I'm sorry I have lost the motivation on writing this.

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It has been a month and Y/n's and Fatima's aunt have already finished the papers for Fatima's migration. Fatima seems to be excited to explore Paris, France as a French citizen, but what she didn't know was that their aunt has hired a french teacher, for her to learn how to speak french so that she will not be criticized by the other citizens of France. It is the reason why Fatima, who wants to come to see what Y/n's Tutu would look like, was not there with Y/n, for she is stuck inside their aunt's Manoir, studying French.

The costume designer in the costume department was trying to check if the unfinished Tutu that Y/n was wearing was perfect for her.

"Je reviendrai, mademoiselle." The costume designer said. "Ce sera pour un court moment, car je dois aller dans la salle de confort." (Translation: "I'll be back, miss." &  "It'll be for a short while, for I need to go to the comfort room.")

Y/n smiled softly and nodded in reply as the woman left the room, rushing to go to the comfort room.

She was left alone in a wide room with fabrics hanging on the mannequins and on the board with designs of the costumes, and other fabrics were scattered on the table along with sewing materials too. However, she didn't care about how messy the room was, for she understands that they need to make the costumes perfect for the show to avoid wardrobe malfunctions, and they have no time to clean or organize everything for a moment.

Then her eyes caught an opened notebook that has the design of her ballet costume for Alice in Wonderland. Although, the design was not fully revealed because of the reason that a piece of fabric was covering half of the design. So, she took the piece of fabric off, without even checking if something was in it, and caused her to prick her finger on a pin that was pinned on the fabric.

"Ow," She hissed as she looked at her index finger as blood came out of the wound.

Out of nowhere, Draco pulled her hand, looking at the finger that has been pricked, and wiped the tiny blood off with his handkerchief.

"It was only tiny," She said, trying to pull away her finger but Draco didn't allow her.

"It's still a wound, a dirt may come inside and infect it." He uttered. "You're lucky, I have a spare plaster in my pocket." He smiled, placing the plaster that he got from his pocket on her finger.

"And why do you have a plaster in your pocket?"

"I have a wound on my arm. I do not know where I got it, but that plaster was supposed to be my extra in case my plaster got off accidentally." He stated. "Anyways, are you still busy after this?"

"Why?"

"The book. Have you forgotten?"

"I'm sorry." She laughed lightly. "No, I'm not busy later."

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It was quite a miracle that Y/n was slowly becoming warmer towards Draco when she was getting to know who truly this man is aside from being a man who does one-night stand. Well, it was in fact that she already believed that Draco stopped doing it a year ago. It was on the first day they had her first schedule on meeting him. Draco explained everything to her whilst they were at the beach, telling her the reason why he does it and why he quit doing it.

"You haven't told me about your parents. Is it only fair that I should know about them too since you have known about my parents too?" She asked as she took a sip of her tea inside a cafe.

Draco had taken her away from the city whenever they meet up for his book. However, sometimes, Draco would meet her in the theatre, taking his chance to speak with her every time they have a rest time. One of the reasons why Draco took her away from the city is because Y/n doesn't want to have rumours about her going around that Draco is her beau when it was in fact that she only sees him as a friend.

Draco placed his cup down on the table, cleared his throat and spoke, "Are you sure you want to hear about my parents?"

"Just a small information is alright with me as long as you are comfortable sharing." She stated as Draco ate one of the biscuits on the plate.

He took a sip of his tea and thought of what to tell her about his parents. However, all he thought was his mother, Narcissa. She's the only parent who made him feel special unlike his father, who Draco always has to do everything to make him proud.

"My mother..." He paused for a while then spoke again. "She's quite beautiful if only you've met her. She always brings sunshine whenever I feel down."

"Oh, she seems kind." She smiled.

"She always has been."

"But what about your father?"

Draco went silent.

He doesn't know what to tell her about his father Should he tell her how his father treated him? Loved him in the wrong way? Loved him in the way that Draco must make him proud to be loved and appreciated? What should he tell her?

However, Y/n has noticed that Draco doesn't feel comfortable telling her about his father. She knew that something was not right but she didn't dare to ask him what happened. So, she changed the topic of their conversation.

"It's quite a relief that Harold did not bother me this month." She told and Draco felt relief when she changed the topic, for he thought that he may get stuck in the conversation and the awkward silence. "Isn't it weird though?"

"I heard he's going back to London." He told.

"Oh," She smiled. "Good of him that he accepted my rejection."