The Plight- Malfoy x Reader

Too Close

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I was late to dinner but I still continued to lean close and look at the beaming red sunburn on my neck in the bathroom mirror.

It hurt like hell and it was already getting dry and flaky.

Fuck.

I pressed it, my finger making a lighter imprint that subsequently disappeared and returned to red a moment after I removed it.

I fished out a turtle neck from a drawer and took down my hair down, then went back to the bathroom mirror. Still there was a sliver of red that could still be noticeable if looked at closely.

It would have to do.

I ran down the hallway and skipped steps on the stairs, almost slipping as I made it to the last step.

I swore in a whisper and grabbed the stair rail—it looked at though the steps had just been waxed.

I walked more carefully at a brisk pace and made it into the dining room 10 minutes late—no one had started eating and the plates were empty.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Lucius said, as he watched me approach my chair.

I mumbled an apology, slipping into my seat.

My neck was itching but I resisted the urge to touch it as I put the cloth napkin in my lap—It had been reflex id barley thought about.

I nearly cursed myself.

Living with the Malfoys and the cotillion classes combined we're—no matter how hard I'd tried to resist it—turning me into a habitual well mannered person.

I looked down and realized I knew what each cutlery was meant for after Madam Dupont's repetitive lessons on the matter— part of me wanted to use the wrong spoon just as an act of rebellion.

"What's wrong with your neck," Draco said snapping me out of my thoughts as I reached out to grab a piece of bread.

I glared at him as he took a bite of his dinner.

He was always pointing things out—noticing things.

"Nothing," I said brushing him off and giving him an odd look.

He leaned his head to look at it from a different angle.

"It's red as hell—that's looks like a really bad burn."

Gods he either couldn't read my obvious hints or just didn't care.

"No. I'm just flushed and the lighting in here is very... red... ish," I lied, tugging up my turtle neck as covertly as possible as I took a bite of my bread.

"Why are you trying to hide it—"

"Merlin can't you drop it Draco," I snipped with annoyance.

Lucius looked at me disapprovingly.

"I have some sun burn salves in the pantry I'll give to you after dinner," he commented as he cut into his chicken.

"It's fine," I brushed off dipping my bread into my soup, "It doesn't even hurt."

I took another bite and as I chewed i noticed Otto's eyes on me.... On my neck.

Our eyes met and I gave him an irritated glare.

He gave me an annoyed look in return but then changed his attention to the glass in front of him as he grabbed it to take a sip.