Skill and Seclusion [2] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

106. Her New Feelings

DISCLAIMER 

I do not own Harry Potter ... but prepare yourselves for the levels of darkness this book will hit compared to the last one 

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There was a knock at the door.

It went ignored by a girl with long, wild blond curls sat at the desk across the room.

She was far too busy to look up from her letters for even a second.

Not to mention she wasn't inclined to open it considering the horrid person she suspected might be the cause of the knocking.

"Whitlock ... open the door."

His voice spoke out to her in a spitting whisper.

Mabel Whitlock removed her quill from the parchment and, with a roll of her eyes, stood from the desk.

Her feet almost glided along the polished ebony wood floorboards as they were covered by thin black tights.

Accompanying them was a short black pencil skirt which hugged her waist perfectly, a long-sleeved white buttoned shirt held in place around her torso with a laced black corset.

She adorned jewellery, all silver. Three rings on each finger with a buttercup pendant on the necklace.

Bel's clothes had been chosen and worn each day for the past week with the intent to match the clothes of the other members of the household she was currently staying in.

A household she didn't believe she would ever step foot in again.

Not only believed but wished.

For the occupants were among some of the cruellest people in the wizarding world.

One of which was currently stood on the other side of the guest bedroom door.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Bel asked once she had turned the handle and swung it open.

There stood Draco Malfoy.

A boy Bel hated more than any other in her year.

A boy who hated her just as much in return.

A boy she had been forced to spend time with for the past week due to some unforeseen circumstances which couldn't be refused.

"Mother told me to fetch you. She has some clothes for you she picked up that need trying on for tomorrow", Draco answered in a tone which showed his total uninterest in the topic.

"Tell her that's very kind. But I already have a dress to wear."

"You have a grand total of one dress, and it's not fit for the Minister's box. Trust me."

"How do you know I only have one dress?"

"It's that pathetic little navy one that you wear at school. Honestly, it looks horrible. And ancient ... how long have you had it?"

Bel had only one dress from her time at the orphanages.

Narcissa Malfoy's constant gifts of lavish clothes never quite sat right with the girl, and so Bel tended to avoid taking them or wearing them wherever she could.

But it was quite difficult to avoid when she was staying at Malfoy Manor, going to a formal event which would require wearing a formal outfit to suit the occasion.

"A while. And you're one to talk. This entire week you've only worn the same all black suit over and over again. I don't need three guesses to know what you'll be wearing tomorrow", Bel elected to reply.