After a few minutes she had walked up to him. He had been so immersed in his book that he wouldn't have ever known she would snatch the cigarette from his hand and get rid of it. He looked up at her with a curious look.
"Did you have a library in here?" Her voice pierced through the silence. Thunder sounded again.
"Yeah, do you want me to take you to it?"
She nodded.
He put his book away and led her down again. It was a long way, but it was worth it. She followed behind him the whole time.
"Take anything you want."
The doors closed behind them.
"Won't your mother mind?" She asked as she walked ahead.
"No, I own the house. She doesn't."
She turned around. "Oh," she paused. "You live here alone?"
He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked off. His mother didn't want to live in the house anymore, and so she moved to her old Black manor.
He slid a book off the shelf and sat in an armchair, starting to read the book.
It wasn't long until she came. He assumed she would sit in the chair opposite him, she turned around and bent down a little. He didn't know why. All he did was admire her. She turned and quickly sat down opposite him.
When she turned his eyes immediately darted to the words on his page. He didn't look up at her.
He was nervous, and almost hard.
He thought now was the time to ask again. He got up and placed his book to the side. He went down to his knees in front of her. She gasped quietly.
"What are you doing?" She asked quietly. He eyed the floor once more before he looked up at her, his hands rested on her knees— and unconsciously, her hands rested a top of his own.
"I told you I'd do anything. I'm on my knees for you," he rested his forehead on her lap, his hands finding her hands to hold.
"You don't have to do this,"
"I do, for you."
She took a deep breath. "Okay." She squeezed his hands.
"Forgive me, please. I'm sorry." He asked, for what he hoped would be the final time.
There was a small pause. He hoped.
"I forgive you Draco, I really do," she whispered.
Finally, they could go back to how to was. To how it was going. To what he liked and appreciated. He could finally see her in the library again, stacking books, and it was beyond comforting for him. And finally, maybe, he could feel her lips on his own.
He smiled, leaning his head back. "I'm happy."
He rested the side of his head on her knees, a top of her hands. She had freed one of her hands and had rubbed his head reassuringly— and it was comfortable, for only a few seconds, it was silent, and they were both reassured.
He leaned his head back.
She gave him a small and nervous smile. He let go and sat back down in his seat.
She leaned back comfortably. She seemed to not have any idea what Draco was going through right now. All she did was look away in comfortable silence, but for Draco, it was anything but comfortable.
"Do you have another book in mind you could recommend me?" He asked, his smile still on his features.
She smiled, shuffling her arm chair closer in front of him. Now their legs were beside each other. "Yeah maybe, but you have this big library. You don't need me recommending you anything."
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Betting On Her (d.m x reader)
Romance"Draco?" Y/n asked again, stopping again when Daphne had pulled her a few feet away. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he shut it. Pure regret was only written in his eyes. He had no excuse. He did it, and now he had to face the consequ...
