*contains sexual themes*
lucinda fontaine was warned to stay away from the boy she once loved and the heir to the dark throne, except she has never known how to listen.
she is told loving him won't be enough to save him.
but it won't stop her from t...
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"How do you feel about sneaking out of the castle and apparating to London for the evening?" Draco asked as we sat in the Great Hall for lunch. He had already polished off three cheese sandwiches and was now gnawing on a giant leg of turkey like he was at Disneyland or something, while I sat with my unfinished bowl of soup.
"What?" I said, turning to face him fully as it was clear we were having our own conversation instead of joining in with the group around us.
"Why don't we apparate to London? You can get dressed up and I'll take you to that Japanese restaurant you love. Maybe we can see a show after dinner, sneak back into the castle after curfew. What do you say?" He said, his eyes shining when he spoke of going to see a show. It had only been recently that I'd discovered that Draco was a closeted theatre nerd.
"You're sounding like you're asking me on a date, which I know can't be true," I said, staring at him with the blankest expression I could muster. He laughed awkwardly.
"That is preposterous of you to think," He snorted. "Can't I simply take my best friend in the entire world, my future wife if our fathers get their way, on a lovely evening in the city?" He was giving me his most innocent look that only made him seem guilty. I narrowed my eyes.
"What did you do?" Draco sighed.
"Why must you always think the worst of me?" He asked.
"Because you are, in fact, the worst." I rolled my eyes and he gasped, holding his hand to his chest in mock offence.
"And to think I was just trying to do something nice for you, Lucy," He said.
"Why are you being so weird?" I peered at him, trying to figure out if he'd been possessed by a demon or attacked by a sphinx or something that would explain this behaviour. He had never once offered to apparate with me to London for an evening away. Draco sighed and his shoulders dropped.
"You caught me," He muttered. "It's just that I know you've been having a tough time this week with Theo showing up and I wanted to do something nice for you to take your mind off it." His cheeks went pink as he explained what he was doing and I pouted. My heart was feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for the boy in front of me. Through all of it, he was always by my side. He was always picking up my broken pieces and held them until I was ready to take them back.
"Dray, I love you so much," I said, my voice barely above a whisper and his face burned brighter.
"Yeah, yeah," He said. "Don't get all mushy on me. I've dealt with your crying ass enough this week already." I chuckled.
"Thank you for being the best friend ever," I said and he gave me a small, genuine smile. The ones he saved just for me.
"Yeah. Anyway, want to go?" He asked his original question. The word yes was on the tip of my tongue before I remembered what I'd promised Theo. Part of me wanted to ditch him, to let him suffer just a little of the way I had when he hadn't shown back up but the other part of me wanted to hear him out. All of me hoped he had a valid reason for leaving.
"I would really love to do that, Dray, but I can't tonight," I said and Draco's face dropped slightly. I watched him for a second and noticed the darkness gathered under his eyes and felt like a horrible friend for not checking up on him the way he was doing for me. "Can we go tomorrow night?"
"Slytherin party is tomorrow night," He muttered and I felt myself deflate.
"I'm so sorry, Dray, it's just that I got detention again–" He cut me off.
"Again? What did you do this time?" He asked.
"I was late to Transfig this morning," I admitted.
"Why? Blaise said you left Herbology early after having some sort of disagreement with Riddle," He said and I felt my cheeks redden. Draco's eyes widened. "Were you late because of Riddle?" He didn't sound accusatory exactly, but he wasn't happy.
"Keep your voice down," I hissed as I looked around to make sure no one had heard him.
"Merlin, Lucy, please tell me you're not sleeping with him, too," Draco said, almost begging. "Theo I can handle, but Mattheo Riddle? The guy has psychopath in his DNA!" I shushed Draco again.
"I'm not sleeping with him, Draco. Merlin, do you think that little of me?" I seethed and he rolled his eyes.
"You've made many questionable decisions over the years, Fontaine, I wouldn't put anything past you." I rolled my eyes right back at him and bared my teeth.
"Why did he make you late?" Draco said as he calmed down and my cheeks blazed at the thought of telling Draco what Mattheo had said to me.
"So I promise I'm not sleeping with him," I said, biting down on my lip. "But he has come to the conclusion that I want to." I watched as the blood slowly drained from Draco's face as he clenched his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He sighed deeply through his mouth before he dropped his hand and opened those cool, blue eyes.
"And how has he come to this conclusion, Lucinda?" He said in an even tone, bringing out my full name that always made me feel like a scolded child when Draco used it. My cheeks were so hot I half expected them to burst into flames. I was in two minds about telling Draco the truth but I didn't think I could lie now that I'd come this far.
"It might have something to do with the fact that I kind of want to?" I phrased it like a question and Draco stared at me like a disappointed father.
"Have you lost your entire fucking mind?" He asked through clenched teeth. The eerie calm he was giving off was kind of freaking me out.
"I think so, yes."
"What on Earth would make you want to sleep with him?" My skin felt itchy as I braced myself for a classic Draco Malfoy meltdown at any point now.
"Objectively, the man is hot," I admitted. "Like, if you didn't know him you'd want to bone him, too." Draco looked as if he were about to vomit.
"Oh my god, Lucy," He said. "No, I wouldn't, and not only because I'm straight but because the guy is a psychopath. Why would you even consider after–" Draco cut himself off, shaking his head and I felt a flurry of nerves settle in my gut.
"After what, Dray?" I said, feeling scared to ask.
"Don't worry," He said quickly. "Something in that pretty little head of yours is loose."
"Why would I consider Mattheo after what, Draco?" I said a little harder.
"Merlin, Lucy," He said. "I didn't mean to bring it up. I didn't– I'm so sorry." My teeth ground together as Draco looked at me in degrees of pity and hurt. He'd hit a nerve, the only nerve I really had and the Great Hall was suddenly suffocating. I needed to get out.
"Are you talking about last year?" I said, my voice wavering.
"Lucy, don't–" I cut Draco off.
"You promised, Draco," I said, swallowing through a lump in my throat. "You promised you'd never mention that night to anyone. Ever. Not even to me."
"It was an accident, Lucy, I didn't mean to bring it up," He said as tears burned behind my eyes. I pushed my bowl back and gathered my satchel, standing away from the table. "Fuck, Luce, please–" He reached for me and I pulled my hand away.
"Don't, Draco," I warned and I could see in his expression the way my eyes flashed with the memory I'd begged to be obliterated tore through me. "Not now."
I felt the first hot splash of tears on my face as I turned and walked as fast as I could to the doors of the Great Hall, hearing my friends asking Draco why I was crying as I kept walking. I knocked into a Ravenclaw first year at the door and they fell to the floor, books scattering. I didn't give them a second glance as my walk picked up to a jog.
