Rival texting D.M

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"Take care of yourselves. Don't drink too much; the guards will call me if you walk further than the beach." My dad leaves a kiss on top of my head as they leave towards the restaurant. It's New Year's Eve, and I'm dressed in a black skirt and glitter top. Not that I'm going anyway, but Hogstagram doesn't need to know that.

"We will be alright. Right, bells?" Draco gives me a playful smile, and I want to fucking kill myself. I'm tired, fucking breaking down because I haven't had a coffee, and someone decided to keep me up last night.

"Yeah, we will be alright." Cissy and my mother smile before they all leave the house, and I groan, closing the door.

"So, what's for dinner?" He smiles, something weird is going on, and I'm not going to figure out what.

"Nothing. You can fix your own dinner while I enjoy my sushi."

"Perfect, ill order us sushi." I watch him leave the hallway and stare at him in shock. What the fuck?

"Malfoy? What is going on here." He turns to me, pointing to his phone, meaning he is ordering our food, he has a smile on his face, and I can't help but feel confused.

"But-" Thirty minutes? Perfect,"

"What did you order? You don't even know what I wanted?" He rolls his eyes, jumps down in the coach and turns on the tv. His clothes fit him too well. I can see his ink as he has rolled up his sleeves. When did he get that?

"Oh, you have changed your order? I bought you the vegetarian since you don't like fish." I haven't changed it, but what's shocking is that he still remembers it.

"I-No, that's what I'm having. Why are you doing all this? What do you want from me?" He stares at me, his eyes on my legs. The skirt is short, and now I regret wearing it. His eyes fall all over my body, stopping by my chest and then up to my eyes. I gulp; his gaze makes me numb; it's not supposed to be this way.

"You helped me last night; just let me be nice back for once." Does he remember that? Does he remember our conversation too? My heart began to beat faster, and I sucked in my lips. Fuck?

"Uh, what else do you remember?" he shrugs,

"Nothing much. Why? Did you fuck me while I was drunk?" A smirk occurs on his lips, and I feel even more numb. What the fuck?

"What?- No, I would never do that with you?" He smiles for himself, then lets his gaze fall back to the tv.

"You know this is the last day of the year," I frown. What the fuck? Of course, it is.

"Well, duh? It's kinda the meaning of new years." He chuckles, then watches his phone for a text... Fuck, I forgot to answer his texts.

"Mattheo always told me to do something scandalous on New Year's Day. Something you would never do again next year or any other day of the year. But we are stuck here,"

"So what? Your scandalous thing is being nice to me?" He sips his wine and then looks back at me.

"You noticed it?"

"I think it's fucked up and creepy. Stop it," he smiles, observing me from top to toe.

"Nice dress." I look down at my body, my boobs are showing a little, and you can easily see the curves.

"It's not a dress; it's a skirt and top." He nods slowly.

"It's cute," Cute? Who the fuck would call this cute?

"Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean by cute?" He chuckles again, rolling his tongue inside his mouth.

"Well, I think calling you sexy or hot is inappropriate, right? But maybe that's what you want me to think. Is it, Violet?" His gaze is locked on me; the air thickens, and my throat feels dry. Fuck.