Inferno | Draco Malfoy

078 | Night Alone

With content, I shut my bedroom door.

There is truly nothing quite like the comfort of being at home. I must admit, I was beginning to feel a little homesick at Hogwarts. Only a little as my attention was diverted by other matters, such as the Vanishing Cabinet and, well, the other reason is self-explanatory, Draco Malfoy.

I pull my cosy white robe off, draping it over my meticulously hand-crafted Rococo light blue armchair, revealing my figure in my all-time favourite silk black nightdress.

Enjoying the serenity of tonight, I calmly take a few gentle twirls within the expanse of my bedroom, relishing in the way my dress fans out with each graceful spin.

My rather opulent room has three pretty French candelabras adorned with a golden hue. These candle holders, boasting five arms each, cast a luminous glow that bathes my room in radiance. Yet, it is the diamonds that hang from the holders that truly elevate the brilliance of the light, as their iridescent sparkles shimmer, creating an ethereal atmosphere that charms all who enter.

Upon reaching the far end of my room, I gaze in awe at the full moon shining through my large window before drawing my fine silk curtains shut.

My room appears exactly the same as it did when I last came here in September, nothing is out of order, and it still retains the lingering scent of the last scented candle I had lit — cherry. The Benjy Williams jersey remains on the wall in its golden frame, though I seriously did contemplate whether or not I should hang Draco's jumper beside it. Ultimately, I chose not to as I prefer to have it on me then hung.

From my Hogwarts trunk which still has most of my school essentials in it, since I haven't begun to unpack yet, I retrieve Draco's jumper and bring it close to my nose to inhale its divine scent before holding it in my arms as though it were a cherished stuffed animal.

Despite being in the comfort of my own home, thoughts of Draco Malfoy remain, excessively, to an unhealthy extent, in my mind. He has completely consumed my mind, and for the first time, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

To tell the truth, I don't hate it, his voice resonates within me, it's beautiful when he's gentle, and it can lull one to sleep. The memory of his touch too, I can still feel him on my skin; I've never liked affection from anyone more.

He holds me dearly, kisses me addictively, and watches over me knightly.

The moments we shared together within the confines of the Room of Requirement heralded the dawning of a fresh start. I understand the depths of his trouble and the ensuing consequences, and under no circumstances would I abandon him, especially during a time like this when he needs me most. He understands my intentions, and that I only want the best possible outcome for him.

Naturally, there are ups and downs, we aren't perfect, after all, one needs both vice and virtues. There have been plenty of times when disputes would arise between us regarding the course of action for the cabinet, but we would always compromise and find a middle ground.

In all this, I have come to the realisation that I no longer loathe this man. And perhaps, accepting this is not as awful as I once believed it to be.

Approaching my bed, I plop myself onto it, so that my stomach first hits the plush mattress. My face instantly buries in the soft fabric of Draco's jumper as the rest of my body lies on top of my blanket. Comfortably, I kick my legs up while my hands rest on my chin.