WHISPERS OF REDEMPTION | D.M.

02 ill-fitting uniforms

02 | ill-fitting uniforms

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

Draco awakens once he hears a loud noise from the bedroom across the hall. He rubs his eyes, trying to get a sense of what is happening and why someone is screaming so early in the morning. He rests on his elbows, reaching for the glass of water on his bedside table.

Draco almost chokes on his water when the bedroom door flies open, Amelia standing there, holding her robes tightly against her body.

"You're dead," she seethes, pointing a finger at the boy.

"What did I do? I've been sleeping." Draco emphasises, pointing to the bed around him and how he woke up not more than a minute ago.

Amelia's gaze falls upon Draco.

His platinum hair, tousled in a way that somehow managed to be effortlessly attractive, framed his face as he stared at the girl in front of him. The morning light played upon his features, highlighting the angles of his jaw and the curve of his lips. Draco meets her eyes with a playful smirk.

Amelia couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for the boy who, even in the casualness of morning, exuded a certain magnetic charm. The morning sun cast a warm glow on his figure, turning the scene into a tableau of morning allure. She couldn't help but linger on his defined shoulders and toned chest and for a second imagined what it would be like to be in his embrace.

"Like what you see, Rowan?" he teases, the smirk growing more pronounced.

Caught off guard, Amelia felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "How about you explain this to me? Is this the perfection that you Slytherin students strive for?" she almost growls in response, throwing off her long robe to reveal what is underneath.

The emerald-green and silver ensemble seems almost rebellious against the standards of conformity.

The skirt is a touch too short, showcasing more of Amelia's thigh than the typical Hogwarts uniform would allow. The shirt, snug around her upper body, hints at contours that defy the traditional modesty of school attire. It almost seemed like one false move and the shirt would pop open, showing everyone what is hiding underneath.

Draco's gaze lingers for a moment longer than intended, his grey eyes taking in the unexpected allure of the misfitting uniform. His eyes are glued to Amelia's chest and the way it is slowly falling and rising.

"Add a pendant necklace and you're good to go," Draco shrugs, forcing his eyes away from the girl in front of him.

Blaise and Theo are definitely going to hear about this, he thinks.

"Give me your shirt." Amelia orders. Draco finally gets out of bed and with a flick of his wand, the bed is perfectly made.

"And why should I do that?" He says, carefully pushing the witch out of his way to head to the bathroom. Amelia follows him, hot on his trail.

"I mean you're the one who got me this uniform."

Draco shrugs, "This is what you get for being lazy. I told you to get your uniform." He enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him, locking it.

Frustration consumes Amelia's body as she contemplates just going to class with her rebellious ensemble. She's pretty sure none of her professors would allow it. Glancing towards the closed bathroom door where Draco is getting ready, a mischievous idea enters her mind.