Scorched and Bruised ; Draco Malfoy

☾｡✩˚𝓢𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻˚✩｡☽

Sixth year was finally here and Star still had no progress with Draco. She'd been chasing after him since the first year and all he ever did was call her mudblood and insult her anytime she tried flirting with him.

At least she looked pretty today. Star always put meticulous care into her attire, ensuring she dressed beautifully whenever she boarded the train, just for Draco.

She wore a tight dress paired with a long-sleeved sweater cropped above her breasts, complemented by brown tights and platform Converse shoes. Opting to go braless, she hoped to catch his attention, even if they were on the smaller side.

Her pear-shaped figure had a slight belly and if anything she was certain her bottom would draw Draco's eyes in.

Star adorned herself with makeup, emphasizing her distinct features. Her eyeliner, sharp as a blade, accentuated her heterochromatic eyes—amber and green. A cut crease, blending brown and golden hues, decorated her lids. Naturally outlined lips were emphasized with brown lipliner and finished with a gloss, adding to her allure. Cascading tight and natural curls of rich brown, with lighter hues, flowed down to her lower back and completed her look.

She was almost at the point of giving up, but she took after her mother, obstinate, strong-willed—and a little insane.

Her mother, Anita, had relentlessly pursued her father for years, until eventually, she orchestrated a surprise wedding once her patience wore thin. As fate would have it—even though her father, Ernesto, was caught off guard—the outcome was a loving and happy marriage. Much to her mother's shock, Ernesto had been warding off and issuing threats to any man who approached or even glanced at Anita with suggestive eyes. There had been an abundance of men, as her mother was gorgeous.

The truth behind it all was, that he held as much obsession for her as she had for him, he was just simply enamoured with the obvious fact that the woman of his dreams was endless in her chase.

Despite her adoration for what her parents had, they rarely talked to her or ever dropped her off at the station. Their love for each other didn't extend to their middle child. As soon as she got her magic they thought she was a demonio—a devil.

They were devoted Catholics, despite their troubling past actions, which were very much explicitly illegal. When she stayed home for the summer, they scarcely acknowledged her presence, refusing to look her way unless they absolutely needed to. Christmas was a thing of the past as she hadn't celebrated it in years, it now held little significance in her heart; regardless of how much her friends tried to change that.

Star longed for that type of love, but she was beginning to doubt whether that was possible with Draco. In her heart, she knew that when she had kids (with Draco, of course), she would love them with all her might. She gave a frustrated sigh as she boarded the train.

Star hummed nervously and played with her sleeves as she made her way down the train aisles in search of her friends. To her surprise, she found them at the back, seated in the booths. Star excitedly bit her lip when she saw the back of Draco's white-blond hair. Blaise had already noticed her and raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk.

Pansy caught sight of her next and quickly covered her smile with a hand. Star excitedly jogged over and pounced on Draco from behind, enveloping him in a tight hug around his shoulders; her lips planted a kiss with a loud smack on his cheek.

"What the fuck!?" He exclaimed.

Star giggled, "Hey, Draky. Miss me hot stuff?"

Draco despised that nickname, but after years of Star using it, his fruitless attempts of demanding she stop dissipated.