I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

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It was nice.

Not embarrassing thankfully, as my mother ever so kindly made me learn how to partner dance.

It was an upbeat and graceful dance, I learned quick. I lifted her up in the air for the first time, her dress swishing around.

She laughed as I lifted her and brought her down, and I twirled her around, pulling her into me.

She smiled again, her face becoming a bit red.

"This is very fun." She told me, just holding onto my hand a bit tighter as she let go to step back, and stepped forward again in unison with the witches of the dance.

"Yeah, I have to agree, I'm enjoying it." I agreed, and I told her the truth, because I did enjoy this right now.

Telling her this truth felt brave of me, but I think real courage and bravery was actually being able to stand up for what I believed in, which I failed.

Every time I had a good evening with someone or anything for that matter, I always had to ruin it for myself, wishing for a second chance to redo my last year.

It was routine by now.

I had nothing else to think about these days, except for my regrets.

I stepped back in unison with the wizards, and stepped back towards her.

It was over, and everyone cheered, laughed, and I couldn't help but clap with everyone when it was over.

A slower song had come on now.

Before I knew it, her arms comfortably were around my neck, and mine around her waist. Her head rested on my chest, and I looked into space.

I couldn't comprehend what had just happened but I had already known of her straight forwardness, that was for sure.

I closed my eyes slightly as we swayed, and it was calm, and peaceful, and everything that made me happy, and lately it took a lot to make me happy.

A weight had lifted off of my chest as she leaned her head back up to look at me.

"Have I apologised for that night in the infirmary?" She asked me so suddenly.

I couldn't help but crack a small smile at my next response. "We nearly died together, I don't think you owe me an apology or anything of that sort."

"Even your almost near death was my fault so I think I owe you two apologies." She replied.

I scoffed lightly. "I really thought you were gone that night, did you know?" I asked.

"The last thing I remember, is you reaching out to me when we fell, and I commend your bravery for trying to shield me."

"Bravery.." I repeated. She nodded.

"That you didn't try and save yourself but thought of the likes of me also." She looked right at me.

"But I failed, anyways."

"Oh no," I felt her grip the back of my shirt collar just slightly with her cold fingers, but I had brushed it off. "If you failed, I wouldn't be here as of now, with you."

I couldn't help but revisit the previous topic. "How could I not think of helping you?"

This should have been my response, instead of the former.

She stared at me for a moment. "I don't know, everyone is selfish these days, or something of that sort."

"How could you think such things? I thought from our interactions beforehand you would know that I care about you." I stared down at her waiting for her answer, intently. She looked taken back.

"You..?" She asked.

"Do you not for me?" I had the courage to say, or maybe it wasn't courage, it was probably my lack of thinking as I said it straight after her response.

"I do care for you." She confirmed, and I'm glad, because if she just stood there simply silent I thought I would have died, melted, or disintegrated into the air, or even all three at once.

I grabbed her hand from the back of my neck and twirled her around. "New topic, new slate." I said and she nodded, putting her arms back into her original position.