𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐝.𝐦.

twenty two

Two months have passed since the ball. Two months have raced by since Betty has acknowledged her vulnerability.

Two months that she has spent almost drowning deep in everlasting bliss. Two months that she has spent mostly with Draco Malfoy.

She has made herself comfortable and accommodated to his dorm that he has to himself. It was an unconditional perk of being born to one of the richest Wizarding families.

The Headmaster doesn't usually accept briberies when it comes to the wrong misdoings, however, it seems that he glosses over briberies that concern students' well-beings and livings.

Betty had been impressed with the luxury of a dorm with a single bed, a built-in closet larger than any of the other dorms' putrid wardrobes, and a large desk that was as lengthy as the bed opposite it.

True to their words, neither of them have unbosom their relationship to their friends - especially not Betty who is gravely aware of the severe consequences that would follow.

Draco's friends, however, are entirely different as they haven't much prudence against Betty. If anything, they would be the more welcoming bunch. Still, the couple decided it wouldn't be the best idea to tell them.

Betty had received a letter earlier this day, during breakfast on the Gryffindor table. It is signed, as always, by her mother but she knew better than to believe that preposterous misguide.

She didn't open the letter in front of her friends, afraid it might contain information that shouldn't be seen by her friends. She knows they would be peeking behind her shoulder, curious to feed their suspicions since she's been strange with letters from her mother the whole year.

So the girl decided to bring it to Draco's dorm.

It is a Saturday, and she had turned down her friends' offer to hang out by the black lake, play wizard's chess, something she hadn't realised she's been doing often.

The examinations were long over, and everyone was occupying themselves with trips out to Hogsmeade with their friends, quidditch matches that were free for everyone to try out, and picnics by the lake. Everyone except Betty.

Draco and her's relationship blossomed gradually. She doesn't know when precisely she had given in. Only that every morning beginning from a month ago, she glances at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and she sees a shining gold necklace hanging from her neck.

It is daunting. Everything about them was. But somehow, day by day, she finds them demolishing the wall of doubt that has been established between them the first time they met, that is, if it still stands.

Betty holds high regard for always being right, got into many arguments so she could prove herself right, but now, in this instance, she desperately hopes that her past stubbornness was wrong.

It is working, they are working - she hopes -, as far as two months go.

Unbeknownst to the girl, she has also cocooned a place in Malfoy dorm, following the long hours she spends there. In the corner of the room, where she had tidied with a bunch of lapis blue cushions and a bunch of black drapes from his room - that his mother had apparently bought for him -, she has marked her territory.

On his desk, she has also brought along her favourite scented candle, vanilla cream, and another of rosemary - which he had mocked her about - that had unfortunately gone out a few weeks ago.

The fragrant smell wafts through the air in the room when Betty enters, invading the old, lingering scent of peppermint.

Draco sits on the bed, white sheets crumpled beneath his long legs. He lies down, neck strained against the poster bed, a book in his hands.