entanglements | d.m.

28.slapoflove

November '98 | H I M

"Can't wait for the match today," Daphne says before taking sip of her tea at breakfast.

Three of the four heads peek up, Draco being one of them.

"So you aren't going to see Montague?" Pansy questions, hesitantly optimistic.

Afterall, the impressionable witch is proudly wearing the diamond necklace gifted from the very wizard.

"No, I'd rather watch," Daphne says, unaware of the collective relief she set about the group. "And Blaise will need help getting up the steep steps. His leg isn't cooperating the last view days."

Draco stifles a laugh.

Pansy clicks her tongue, eyes dancing between the pair. "Is it now..."

"Yeah," Theo grins teasingly. "I'll be busy carrying Pansy and Draco always has his ego to schlep."

Blaise kicks him under the table.

Theo scowls, leaning down to rub the injured spot under the table. "You sure your leg isn't working?"

"When is your next match?" Daphne asks, minding her own as she scoops jam on a scone.

It's a touchy subject with Blaise around, but he seems to be holding on for now. Attending a match is a big step, considering he has been giving shit to anything Quidditch related.

It's Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff. Draco's choice in a deep navy blue sweater may or may not have been his second thought of Devyn today.

I'm so stupid.

"January."

Her blue eyes widen in sympathy. "How brutal."

The conditions won't be as breezy as the last match for sure, but they'll work it out. That's why Draco returns a freezing chunk most nights of the week and has to thaw in the shower.

But he loves it. Quidditch gives him a thrill that barely anything else can. Nothing but one thing.

That's the eighth time this morning his mind has betrayed him by leading his thoughts straight to Devyn.

"It's not so bad once you're on the broom," he replies, forcing his mind back to this table, with his friends. "Much worse for you watching. That's a pretty necklace, by the way," he adds slyly.

Nothing like pushing your people. 

"Thanks." Her dainty fingers graze the glittering diamonds resting between her collarbones. "It goes with the earings he got me for our two week anniversary. Graham might be an idiot, but he sure knows how to make some right choices jewelry wise."

Daphne isn't stupid. She can, like everyone else at this very table, play her cards well and use what she has to her advantage. And she surely shows that she isn't weak for anyone or anything. She looks through Blaise's piss poor scheming, and she allows it. But only on her terms.

The fucker likely hasn't apologized yet.

"I'd hardly call it attentive," Blaise scoffs.

"Worthy of gratefulness nonetheless," she clips back with an easy smile, combing back her silky blonde waves.

"Aw," Draco hears Devyn's coo above all else, because every sense in his body is trained to pick her out from everyone else in a room. And he so hates it right now because she informs her friend from the letter in her hands, "Noah is excited to see me on holiday," she leans her head on Malone's shoulder. "And he tells me he loves me."

Draco's world slows. Giving him enough time to feel how deeply his heart splinters.

Tells me he loves me.