Little Talks - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

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"Blaise, you're sitting on my skirt!" Pansy shrieked, yanking the skirt out from under his ass. "This was expensive, you know."

Blaise scoffed, the chocolate in his mouth spilling onto his new sweater. "Everything you own is expensive apparently." Draco cringed at the mess and had the chocolate cleaned off his sweater with a swish of his wand. "Thanks, mate," Blaise said, more chocolate spilling out of his mouth.

Draco rolled his eyes, cleaning up the mess once again. Blaise opened his mouth to thank him again. "Just keep your mouth closed," Draco muttered.

"You two seem really cuddly," Flint snorted at the position they were in. "I have to say, I'm surprised you two aren't sick of each other."

Faris just shrugged, continuing to doodle on her notepad. "You've never been with a girl for more than two weeks, Flint. What would you know?" Draco asked incredulously.

"I went out with that friend of yours, Hazel, for like- three weeks." He exaggerated.

"I can't imagine how difficult that must've been for you to go out with a perfectly nice girl for a full three weeks." Fairs grumbled.

Draco smirked, concentrating on braiding small strands of Faris's hair.

Flint scoffed from his seat, "I mean look at you two it's ridiculous! You're braiding her hair and she's sitting between your legs like she's about to suck-"

"I beg you not to finish that sentence," Blaise whined. "Plus, she's not even facing the right way-"

Pansy groaned, "Shut up already! You're giving me a headache." Faris's cheeks were flaming red as she shrunk into his chest.

"Ignore them," Draco whispered. He didn't seem at all fazed by their conversation, but he was closer to Flint than Faris would probably ever be. "Their heads are too thick to process the concept of maturity."

She chuckled, leaning her head back to kiss the side of his jaw, a small token of her appreciation for him.

The sky was slowly darkening as they neared Hogwarts, the group falling in and out of sleep as they pleased. Muffled voices could be heard from the neighboring compartments as Draco and Faris greedily listened in on the conversations. A dramatic couple had been fighting in the compartment next to them for thirty minutes. Judging by the pitch of their voices they were definitely first-years. Apparently, Gretta's so-called boyfriend had invited another girl over for the Holidays without telling his girlfriend.

Faris and Draco were laughing and snorting at the argument for a good long while. Then Gretta left the neighboring compartment, tears streaming down her red cheeks. But it only took her boyfriend, Ryker, a few seconds to run out of the compartment and then smash his slimy lips onto Gretta's.

Ryker's crooked nose smooshed against hers, the pair awkwardly holding each other.

Everyone went silent in their group. Pansy cringed, backing into her seat like the cushion would swallow her up. Flint only leaned forward, apparently grateful for entertainment.

"Why is his hand on top of her head?" Draco asked, breaking the silence. "She's not a fucking dog."

"It looks like she's gnawing on a graham cracker," Blaise said, his face smooshed against the window. "I could really go for a package of those right now," he sighed, rubbing his stomach.

"Oh my God he's drooling," Faris stressed, sticking her tongue out in disgust. Draco recoiled from behind his gawking girlfriend, his face screwing up. "Draco, go tell them off or something- shine the Prefect badge of yours if you must."