𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐃.𝐌

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— Draco's POV —

"Why are you lying down on the floor?" I asked the lady in an emerald-coloured frock, whom I found in an empty living room, hiding from the people at the Ball.

She sat up from the floor and tilted her head up as her eyes met mine. Her eyes were dazzling from the moonlight coming through the window. The tiny curls of her hair fell down to her face. She looked at me, not quite surprised by my presence, and never uttered a word.

"Shouldn't you supposed to be there dancing with your suitors, Ms Delisle?" I asked her.

"Shouldn't you be there dancing and picking who will be your bride?" She stood up from the floor and held her feathered fan gently. "You do know it is improper for a lady to be seen with a man unchaperoned."

"Then why are you here if that's the case?"

"It is not improper if I am the only person here. But now, I am with the man, whom I am warned not to approach. I heard you have quite a reputation with the prostitutes in a brothel."

"That's only a rumour. In fact, I hadn't been into any brothels, not in here and not in every corner of the world. Never did I step foot once in a brothel."

"Why?"

"Because I am a man of honour, and I should only have eyes for a woman of nobility and only be loyal to the woman."

"You seem as if you have chosen someone already." A smile appeared on her lips as a light laugh escaped her luscious lips. "Pray tell who this young lady might be?"

"Wake up, Draco!" Blaise's voice was ringing in my ears as he harshly pulled the blanket off my body. "Do you even know what time it is already?"

I sat up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. I was thinking about the dream I had just now. It wasn't the dream that I had died but from what I think of it it was an encounter with the lady, who I again could not remember her face every time I woke up. I wasn't even sure if I was truly the man, just trapped inside of the person's body, or if it was truly me. But all I could feel was how deeply and madly in love the man or perhaps I, I think, was with the lady in my dream.

"You were muttering in your sleep, mate." Blaise chuckled as he threw my uniform at me and sat down on the side of my bed.

"How did you even get into my room?" I asked, annoyed, placing the uniform on my side.

"A charm friendly to thieves." He replied.

"You could've just said Alohomora." I rolled my eyes and got up from bed. "It wasn't that hard."