Only for me | Draco Malfoy

18.

I was strolling through a field of purple wildflowers, enjoying the warm breeze on my skin and watching the sun's rays turn the air golden. I could smell the scent of spring in the damp and wet air. I approached a large tree, pressing my fingers against the moss-covered bark. I wasn't looking for anything specific; rather, I felt like I was exploring. There was a faint knocking pulsing quick. It sounded like it was coming from within the tree, so I gently pressed my ear against the broad trunk.

The knocking had become far too loud. It annoyed me. I craved the silence, the peace and quiet that the rest of the meadow provided. I simply ignored it and walked away.

Knock, knock, knock.

Even though I was moving away from the tree, the noise was still piercing my ears.

"Angeline? Don't force me to kick down the door; I will." Draco's voice finally snapped me out of my dream, leaving my feelings of peace and happiness in the meadow.

I groaned as my eyes opened to take in my new surroundings. The walls were a dark grey colour, with trophies and posters adorning them. The bedding smelled like a guy, somewhere between Axe body spray and expensive cologne. It smelled nice. Was this what Draco smelled like? I'd never been close enough to notice it before.

"Angeline!" Draco's voice called once more.

As I unwound myself from the blanket and walked over to the door, I rolled my eyes. I tried turning the doorknob, but it would not budge. It was then that I remembered asking Draco to lock the door. So much for keeping a low profile, I mentally facepalmed as I remembered everything I said to him.

I swung the door open after unlocking it to find Draco with his fisted hand in the air, as if he was about to knock. He dropped it quickly, looking at me as if unsure of my next move.

"Hey."

"Hi." I responded while quickly turning back to the bed, my hair fanning out around me.

I went looking for my clothes when I realised I was in Draco's. I didn't want to take them off because they were so comfortable, but now that the Ativan had left my body, I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

"It's almost ten o'clock. I'll drive you back home." Draco said awkwardly, as if he, too, didn't know what to say.

I nodded as I looked down at my clothes on the end of the bed. As I grabbed them and exited the room, Draco realised what I was doing and closed the door behind him.

"Do you feel better?" He questioned.

I felt exposed in my own clothes.

Didn't that make no sense? I had no problems wearing it all day, but now that I was alone with Draco in his house and sober, I felt self-conscious.

"Yes." No, I didn't.

I felt even worse.

"Good." He smiled at me as he led me up the stairs to the main level.

I wasn't curious this time as he led me through the corridors; instead, I kept my gaze fixed on the ground.

"There you are, Draco." As we passed through the kitchen, I heard a woman's voice.

"And you have to be Angeline."

Draco's mother was stunning. She appeared to be in her mid-forties, with long jet black hair, far different from Draco's. She was dressed in high-end business attire, most likely designer. I could almost feel the motherly energy radiating off of her as she smiled down at me. She walked over to me and rested her hands on my shoulders. She examined my face, her lips remaining fixed on the same smile she had when she first saw me.