𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | Draco Malfoy

41 | where the madness starts

Things were silent the next morning. I barely spoke during breakfast, I left the talking to Enzo and Theo. I avoided Ezra's gaze. Despite being thankful for the way he helped me calm down last night— I felt guilty. I loved Draco, only Draco.

Draco was even more protective of me since last night. He asked me if I was okay every five minutes, was overly gentle with me and wouldn't leave my side. I liked it, I liked being taken care of, but at times it only made me feel weak.

While cleaning the table after breakfast, I went over to the sink where Ezra was washing up. "Hey." I smiled, placing two glasses down on the counter. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes lighting up. "Hey." He said, smiling. I reached for the dishcloth, drying the plates he just cleaned.

"Thank you for last night, I really appreciate it." I said, even though a part of me was deeply ashamed of myself. "It's okay. You can always talk to me when something's wrong. You're not a burden." Ezra said, his voice stern at the last part. I chuckled, placing the clean plates back in the cabinet. He knew exactly what I needed to hear somehow.

We were silent for a few seconds, purely because I tried to come with something to say. "I haven't had a panic attack like that in weeks. I'm suprised that you even managed to calm me down that fast, but it was truly amazing. You were gentle and patient, which is quite unlike you," I grinned, keeping my eyes focused on the plates I was drying instead of him. "But I'm glad you were there to help me."

"I'm not gentle and patient? As if.." Ezra gasped, then laughed when I raised my head to look at him. "You can be. When you're around the others you're usually quite tough and intimidating, but with me you're mostly gentle and sweet. Aside from the constant flirting." I said, rolling my eyes playfully. I couldn't see Draco at the moment, but a part of me wished that he wouldn't see this as flirting.

"Why is he smiling so much? It's getting scary.." I heard Enzo say behind me, but I ignored it.

"You think I'm intimidating?" Ezra asked with a frown. He seemed suprised. "Well, yeah. I mean your eyes are really dark— they're lovely, though, don't get me wrong. But the way you look at someone can be quite scary sometimes. And you always dress in black clothes, I don't think I've ever seen you in another color. Anyway, I can't really explain it. It's just a feeling." I said.

"Hm, interesting.." He said, nodding. I finished drying the last few glasses, placing them back in the cabinet. "You don't agree?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "No, not really. I'm not intimidating, I just don't like most people so my face is always just— I don't know... angry..?" Ezra said.

I laughed softly shaking my head. He let out a low chuckle. "What? Are you laughing at me?" He asked, drying his hands with the dark green towel next to him. "Yes, you sound ridiculous.." I grinned, playing with a few strands of my hair. "Why? Because I claim to have an angry face?" He smiled.

"Yes, exactly. You don't have an angry face, you just have sharp features and dark eyes." I said, scanning his face. He tilted his head, frowning in confusion. "Sharp features?" He repeated.

"Yeah, you have a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones— that makes your face a bit more harsh. Not in a bad way, though, don't get me wrong." I said, a flush creeping onto my face. Ezra's grin only widened. "I'm not getting you wrong."

"Aw, can you describe my features now, teddy?" Enzo said, walking towards me with a big smile on his face. "Sure, come here." I grinned, extending my hands. I held Enzo's face in both of my hands, scanning his features like I hadn't already done that a million times. His pupils dilated.