𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐗𝐈 || 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

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Another Ball was held in the evening in another grand hotel in France. Surely, Y/n has been tired of attending events such as this, but it is usually her escape whenever she felt suffocated. It is the only time that she could freely have time at the rooftop without her mother realizing it, for her mother was usually busy talking with her friends.

Although, this evening was different. She couldn't talk to her mother because she had an argument with her about some things that both of them didn't agree with. It is about adding rest time to her schedule but her mother refused to do so, for she believes that it consumes a lot of time.

Y/n was bored, sitting alone at the table in corner of the ballroom. Keeping herself in a low profile so no man could ever have a chance to ask her to dance or even speak with her. Fatima couldn't come this evening due to a fever, and their aunt has to stay home and take care of her. So here she is, sipping her champagne alone whilst the people around her were busy talking to each other.

Although, she feels truly relieved that people didn't pay much attention to her.

Draco, on the other hand, had just arrived with his friends, Marc and Louis, and of course, Louis' wife. However, Draco parted from them, trying to make his way through the crowd to find her but he couldn't find her, for there are a lot of many black-haired girls in this room. It may take him a while to find her or......maybe not.

He saw a young lady sitting alone at a table in the corner of the ballroom, trying to hide by pretending to read a brochure that she might have taken from the lounge area in the foyer of the Hotel.

This made him smile and chuckle softly as he made his way to her.

"Why are you here alone?" His voice startled her.

"Oh, it's you. You startled me." She told.

"Are you expecting someone?" He asked, slightly furrowing his brows, as he sat down next to her. And of course, he's overthinking that she might be expecting a man even though he knows that she's not seeing someone and doesn't want to.

"Why would I when I'm clearly avoiding them?" She grinned, placing down the brochure on the table and taking a sip of her rosé wine. This made Draco feel relieved that she was not expecting any man. However, he seems to notice that Y/n looks like she doesn't want to be in here like somehow she wanted to escape.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He suggested, smiling.

"I think I really need that...Thank you."

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Y/n could spot the busy bustling streets of France on the rooftop, and she could hear the sound of vehicles too. It was not quiet as Draco expected the rooftop to be, but for Y/n, she quite find it perfect as long as she could get out of that ballroom.

"You don't look alright earlier." Draco started whilst his elbows were leaning against the stoned fence of the rooftop. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, really." She only gave a slight smile, which made him feel not contented with her answer.

"From the looks of it, you're not." He uttered.

"Do I?"

Draco nodded in reply whilst smiling at her. And he couldn't deny to himself that even though he was trying to ignore his feelings for her, his heart just couldn't stop falling head over heels for her. Looking at her lips was already tempting to him. What more if she hugged him?

"You do know that you can tell me right? Besides, I'm a trusted friend, am I not?" He said. The word 'friend' truly made his heart clench and his tongue bitter. Of course, he hates calling himself her friend, but he has to because he knew how much his love for her is forbidden and should not have happened.

"Are you really?" She chuckled.

Oh god, her laugh made Draco's cheeks burn and his heart flutter like it has flown to cloud nine.

"I'm sorry. I know it's a bad joke. I was just messing up." She frowned.

"N...n..no," The boy stuttered. "It's alright. I understand."

"You must do know that you're the first ever man that I have full trust. As a male friend, of course."

Another ouch for Draco Malfoy. But, he couldn't blame her, she doesn't have any single idea about his feelings.

"What about Marc or Louis? Don't you trust them?"

"I do, but not as much as how I trust you." She smiled.

And Draco was sure that he felt thousands of butterflies fluttering inside his stomach. It was making his hopes up.

"Then if you truly trust me. Do you mind sharing with me why you rather look down this evening? Has something happened? Or is it because Fatima and your aunt couldn't come due to Fatima's fever?" He said. "But you can tell me if you're comfortable."

"I think I should really do tell you. I don't want to leave you curious." She sighed.

"Are you sure? I don't really want to force you."

"You're not forcing me, and I think I should really tell anyone about this since Pat is not around."

"She's the only one whom you could tell your problems, is she not?"

Y/n nodded in reply whilst the corners of her lips slightly rose.

"Then, can you tell me what's bothering you?" He asked.

She let out another heavy breath, staring at the thousand lights of the city. Stars weren't seen above the sky, only the dark clouds were visible because of the light pollution in Paris, France.

"My Inay and I had fought before going here." She told, frowning and looking down at her hands that were rested upon the cold stoned fence of the rooftop.

Draco tilted his head in confusion, for he doesn't know what the word 'Inay' means. He does know that it's a Filipino word, but he's not really sure what it meant. Was it her maid, Their Ballet Headmistress, or—

"Oh, I'm sorry." She soon realized that Draco didn't understand her. "Inay means mother."

"Oh," He smiled to his relief. "But why did you and your mother fight? Did something happen?"

"Well, she found that I skipped one schedule the other day after I suggested a rest time in my schedule, which she refused." She scratched behind her neck.

"Skipped a schedule?"

"A schedule for an interview in Vogue Magazine actually." She grinned. "Inay believes that it's a great opportunity to be interviewed by one of the best and most famous magazines, but I just got home from rehearsals and I wanted to rest that day." Her voice sounded down.

"You really have a tough life." He said, pitying her because he knew how it felt being controlled because he has been there during his School Years at Hogwarts until he left their Estate at the age of 18. He truly hates being controlled by his father. But now, here he is in France, meeting someone in the same situation. Although, the difference was that Y/n was being controlled by her mother.

"We kind of fight a lot ever since my father died." She sighed. "It's just...it has been different ever since then, and I feel like the things it used to be when my father was alive won't come back anymore. It's just...all in the past..."