Betting On Her (d.m x reader)

Chapter 18

"Just take a seat on my bed." He offered as he went to the bathroom and took out the supplies needed. He entered back and her back was turned to him as she sat on the edge of his bed. She wore this black velvet dress that sort of sparkled, complementing along with her eyes.

He stood in front of her as he took out a wet cloth, starting to wipe off the blood from her nose. "It's not broken, which is good." He inspected as he finished cleaning it. She never answered. She avoided his eyes the whole time as his eyes and fingers roamed her face, holding her chin in place.

He walked around to the other side and inspected the back of her head. She flinched. "—I'm sorry," he inhaled sharply. "One spell and it will be gone." He took out his wand and muttered a spell, and slowly, her hair and skin had fixed back to normal, to what it normally looked like when he brushed her hair for the first time. He had no excuse anymore to touch her hair or put his fingers through it.

"My nose is bleeding again," she said quietly.

He slightly panicked as he walked back around and took the cloth again. It was bleeding everywhere and went down her face. He pressed it to her nose. He hesitantly took her hand and guided it up to the cloth. "Hold it for a few minutes."

She only nodded. He stepped back and sighed, going to search Theo's draw for a lighter.

When he found it he went to Blaise's bed and sat down, lighting up his slightly bent cigarette. His back was faced away from her, and it was the farthest bed from his. He brought it to his lips and breathed in.

He was alone in his thoughts for a few minutes. His sleeve was rolled down already showing the dreaded tattoo.

One time, a long time ago, he had thought about what would happen if he pressed the end of the cigarette to his tattoo. It would damage him, but would it damage him enough to get rid of the ink? He slowly took it from his lips and inched it towards his forearm.

"I didn't take you for the type to smoke.." his thoughts were cut off immediately by her quiet voice. His hand stopped in it's track towards his forearm and it had dropped out of his fingers in a panick. He sighed, quickly getting rid of it with his wand.

He turned his head back to see her. "I'm not." He decided that the bleeding should have finally stopped and got up, walking towards her. He reached his hand to the cloth and took it from her hands. He got a new cloth and wiped away the blood.

"But you were just.." she trailed off again. She remembered that she wasn't supposed to care.

He kept wiping the blood, concentrating on a certain spot that wasn't cooperating with him. He held her face in place by her jaw with his other hand.

"That was the first time I'd done it in a while." He admitted. He licked his lips, somehow dry from the smoking.

"Oh," she whispered. Finally he had retracted and stepped back. She stood up and wiped herself down.

Her eyes had widened a bit when she looked at him. "What?" He asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten blood on you." She approached him with her eyes fixed on one side of his face as she licked her thumb and wiped at his cheek bone. He was startled, stepping back a bit with slightly widened eyes, but she had walked back with him until he was against the wall.

"You're doing this to me on purpose.." he whispered.

"There." She removed her hand from his face and took a step back. She ignored his remark.

She sighed. "I'm sorry," she said, before he could say anything.

He stayed silent.

"I should have never made that comment about you and your previous status.. of a death eater. That was wrong, and I'm sorry." She looked down in a bit of shame. He let out a breath. He was taken back.

"You have every right to insult me, after what I did."

"I wasn't raised to be like that. I don't know what you've been through Malfoy." She spoke quietly. All he did was look at her lips as she talked. "But, it doesn't mean I forgive you or anything.. even after you helped me with my injury.."

"Why did Callist do that?"

"I guess he thought I owed him." Her bottom lip had pouted slightly as she looked down to the floor, thinking of the memory.

He sighed. "Your nose is bleeding again."

"Is it?" She looked up at him and it had trickled down even more. She touched a finger to it and sighed. "It's okay, I can handle it myself from here."

"No no, I—I should have stopped it with magic in the first place. I thought it was fine." He brought out his wand. Not fixing her injury with a wand made her stay here for a few more moments, and for that he was thankful.

He flicked the wand towards her nose and she grimaced as it cracked a little.

She wiped the blood with the back of her hand and it swiped across her face. He grimaced and looked concerned. She sighed. "Oh, I don't even care anymore. This night couldn't have been worse."

"I'm sorry," he slowly leaned towards her, and she hadn't noticed, but so did she.

"Sorry for making that bet?" She asked. "Yes," he breathed as leaned in. He was so close to kissing her. He knew that kissing her was going to become one of his top moments. His only one.

She slowly pushed him away and he let her. He never took a step back and only leaned his head back.

"Don't."

He took a deep breath, trying to brace himself for what he was going to try and admit. "You're the only person that I ever—" he cut himself off. He couldn't do it.

He leaned in slowly, gasping a little at how close he was again. He took one look down to her lips then back up to her eyes. "Do you know how much you keep me up at night?"

She sighed. He didn't know if it was a sigh of relief, or a sad sigh, or a happy one. He didn't know.

"I—I need.. to go." She tried pushing him off. He really didn't want to, and it was shown in his eyes.

But he had to let her go. He couldn't force it, he refused to be like Mathew Callist. He needed to give her space. He almost forgot how she ended up here in the first place. At least she had forgiven him. Maybe. It was better than nothing.

"Are we.. okay?—"

"—Not right now." She interrupted.

"I'm sorry," he stepped back.

"Me too." She walked past him and out of his room quickly.