DRIPS OF FANCY - draco malfoy

↳ 𝑐ℎ𝑝．27

The summer sun hung lazily in the sky, casting long, golden rays across the vast estate of Wylt Manor, where they had stayed, alone fore a whole month. Draco and Alvena lay on the soft grass near the shimmering lake, their bodies sprawled out and eyes half-lidded, a shared sense of boredom heavy in the air between them. The gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional ripple of the water were the only sounds that broke the quiet.
"I swear, we've been here for days with nothing to do," Alvena muttered, flipping onto her back and squinting up at the sky. "If I have to read another pureblood magical book or spend a day strolling around the garden, I might lose it."
Draco propped himself up on his elbows, glancing over at her with a smirk. "I thought you liked reading."
"I do," she replied, turning her head to look at him. "But even hobbies are hateful when it's the only thing around. I miss the chaos of Hogwarts. At least there, I didn't feel like I was suffocating from all the stillness."
"I wouldn't call Hogwarts 'chaos' so much as... organized chaos," Draco said with a half-laugh. "It's different here. Everything feels... too quiet."
As if on cue, a voice called out from the distant path, breaking through their moment of languid frustration.
"Miss Blythe, Mister Malfoy!" A maid's voice rang through the air, her footsteps drawing closer. "There are people waiting for you inside."
Alvena sat up with a sudden burst of interest, glancing toward the house. "People?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who's here?"
"Your friends, Miss," the maid replied, her tone carrying an underlying hint of amusement. "They've been waiting for quite some time."
The mention of their friends was enough to shake off the lingering dullness that had clouded their afternoon. The two pureblood teen exchanged a look, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth before they both started heading toward the house.
As they entered the grand sitting room, they were greeted by the familiar faces of their friends all lounging in the plush seats, looking at them with knowing smiles.
"You two finally decided to join us," Mattheo said with a grin, raising a glass of something dark and probably strong. "I thought we'd have to send a search party."
Alvena arched an eyebrow at him, but the grin on her face betrayed any irritation. "We were just enjoying some peace and quiet. You know, something you lot never seem to understand."
"Oh, we understand peace," Blaise chimed in with a wink, "just not for too long."
"Shall we?" Mattheo gestured toward the drinks, his tone inviting. "There's plenty to go around."
The evening unfolded in a blur of laughter, music, and lighthearted chaos. Alvena found herself caught up in the carefree atmosphere, a welcome change from the weight of the past months.
At some point, someone—probably Blaise—suggested they go for a swim. The nearby lake was inviting under the moonlight, its surface reflecting the shimmering stars above. Without much hesitation, the group, already a bit tipsy, stripped off their clothes and waded into the cool water, shrieking with laughter as they splashed around in nothing but their underwear.
Draco, usually the one to maintain a certain level of decorum, seemed to shed his usual reserve, caught up in the fun. The water felt refreshing against his skin as he playfully dunked Alvena, who retaliated by splashing him back.
Before long, they all grew bored of the swimming and climbed out of the lake, their laughter still echoing through the cool night air. They sprawled back onto the couch, the warmth of the fireplace chasing away the chill from their skin.
"Who's up for a game?" Blaise asked with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
There was a collective murmur of agreement, and it didn't take long for them to settle for the classic—truth or dare.
Draco leaned back, a lazy smile curling on his lips. "Truth or dare? Really?"
"Shut it you crank," Alvena said with a playful glint in her eyes, "it's always interesting."
The game began innocently enough, with harmless dares and trivial truths. But as the night wore on, the dares grew bolder, and the atmosphere more charged.
When it was Alvena's turn, she was met with a daring challenge from Blaise. "Seven minutes in heaven," he said, his voice laced with a teasing edge. "Pick two boys. I'm sure you can handle it."
Alvena's eyes flicked to Draco for a moment, noting his unreadable expression before she turned to Mattheo and Blaise. Both were grinning, clearly enjoying the mischief of the moment.
She shrugged, playing along with the dare. "Fine. Seven minutes. You two. Let's see if you can keep up."
With a shared look between them, Blaise and Mattheo stood following Alvena toward a nearby bathroom. The flap closed behind them, and the world outside faded into muffled laughter and music. Inside, the trio found themselves in a strange yet electric silence, the air thick with anticipation and alcohol.
Mattheo, sensing the girl's hesitation, leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, "It's just us now. No one's waiting for you outside. No one's judging."
Her pulse quickened, and for the first time, she felt herself let go of the rigid control she usually had in situations like this. She turned to face both of them, fully aware of how close they were now, the air heavy with anticipation.
"You're right," she said, her voice a little steadier now. "There's no one else."
Suddenly they all broke into laughter, balise using the sink's counter to hold himself from falling down, while saying "you should've seen Draco's face, that bloke really thinks something could happen between us."
Mattheo, who was a little further towards the door, matched his laughed, "maybe we should make it believable then.
With a wicked smile, the Felts boy stared banging one of his fist on the wall soon joined by the other boy. Alvena watched the spectacle with an evil smirk. She cupped her mouth to scream, "Gosh Mattheo keep going, it's so good. Oh my! Blaise please don't stop."
She tried to bite back a few giggles that threatened to escape her lips.
"Five minutes left," came a muffled voice from outside.
The next few minutes were a blur of soft laughter and words that didn't quite make sense. Before the door could be swung open, the trio reached other to crumple their shirt, Alvena messing her long dark locks slightly.
As the door to the bathroom creaked open, they found themselves back in the circle of their friends, the mood still light but a little heavier than before.
Alvena caught Draco's eye from across the room noticing the subtle shifts from his mood and in a swift moment he swoop and his feet and flees the place through the left side hallway, most likely towards his room.
Alvena stood frozen for a moment, watching him go.
Blaise, who had been leaning casually against the doorframe of the sitting room, gave a knowing glance to Mattheo, who rolled his eyes with a sigh.
"Go after him," Blaise said, his voice playful yet serious. "He's being a prat. He needs someone to knock some sense into him."
Mattheo chuckled, then added with a grin, "Besides, you know you want to. Go on."
Alvena hesitated, looking back at them already turning toward the hall. "Don't cause too much chaos while I'm gone."
As she made her way to Draco's room, the silence of the manor pressed down on her. By the time she reached his door, her heart was beating faster than usual. She knocked once, softly, and then pushed the door open, stepping inside. The boy was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to her. He didn't even turn around as she entered.
"Draco," she said quietly, but his only response was a deep, frustrated sigh.
"Enjoy the game?" His voice was sharp, biting, and Alvena immediately felt her stomach twist.
"I might've" she replied, playing innocent, though she had a feeling where this was going.
Draco's shoulders tensed. He didn't say anything for a moment, then finally turned to face her, eyes flashing with something unreadable. "Did you enjoy it, Alvena? The game, I mean. The whole... whatever it was. Because from what I was hearing, you seemed to be having far too much fun."
Alvena couldn't suppress a smirk. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, I really did. Especially since I could get on your nerves so easily."
Draco scoffed, his lips curling into a wry, annoyed smile. "You've always enjoyed that."
"Well, it's not my fault you're so easy to provoke," she said with a playful grin. "The real question is...why?"
Draco rolled his eyes, though there was something behind his expression that made Alvena's pulse race. He looked almost... vulnerable like this.
She moved toward him, her steps slow, her heart hammering in her chest. When she reached him, she didn't say another word. Instead, she grabbed his head gently, her fingers threading through his hair as she turned him to face her. For a moment, she simply stared into his eyes, letting the tension build between them. And then, without thinking further, she leaned in and kissed him.
At first, he was frozen—shocked, probably—but then, as if he couldn't help himself, Draco kissed her back, his lips soft against hers. There was an electric spark that coursed through her at the touch, something intense and undeniable that left her dizzy.
The girl pulled away just enough to look at him, her breath shallow. Draco was still staring at her, his face a mix of surprise and something else. Something deeper.
"What was that for?" he asked, his voice hushed, almost fragile.
Alvena grinned, her heart still pounding. "For fun," she replied, her tone light despite the overwhelming feeling inside her. "And because all that game you're so angry from was only a joke..."
A reluctant, amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're impossible," he muttered, though he didn't move away. His hand reached for hers, pulling her closer as if this, whatever this was, felt as right to him as it did to her.
"Let's get back," Alvena said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before they think we're doing something... else."
Draco chuckled, rising to his feet. "Fine. But you're paying for this when I'm less... distracted." He gave her one last lingering look before they walked out of his room together.
As they made their way down the winding hallways, they could hear Blaise and Mattheo laughing from the kitchen. The sounds of their voices grew louder as they approached. When they entered the kitchen, Blaise raised an eyebrow, noticing their slightly disheveled state.
"Ah, there you two are," Blaise said with a teasing grin. "Did you two finally make up?"
Mattheo gave an exaggerated sigh. "We were beginning to wonder if you had locked yourselves in a closet somewhere."
Alvena shot them both an amused look but didn't say anything. "Have you seen Sage and Stormy?" she asked, deciding to change the subject.
Blaise shook his head. "Good thing you bring it up. They were sitting at the counter minutes ago."
Alvena exchanged a confused glance with Draco, who looked equally puzzled. "How much did you drink?"
Mattheo shrugged, looking at Blaise. "Just a few...bottles."
A sense of unease crept up Alvena's spine. "We should go check on the girls," she said, her tone turning serious.
The four of them spread out through the manor, looking for the two girls. Alvena wandered through the south corridors, heading toward her parents' bedroom, her mind racing with thoughts of everything that had happened. Just as she stepped into the room, her foot caught on the edge of the carpet, and she stumbled to the floor, landing hard on her hands and knees.
"Great," she muttered under her breath.
As she pushed herself up, her eyes caught something odd beneath the bed. An envelope, stuck to the bedframe. Curiosity piqued, she crawled over and grabbed it, pulling it free. The letter was old—yellowed edges and a worn, wax-sealed envelope with intricate markings that Alvena didn't recognize.
With a quick glance at the door to make sure no one was coming, she opened it. The handwriting was flowing, elegant, and unmistakably familiar. It was signed with the name Imogen Wylt and it was addressed to her presumed mother, Lilith Blythe. The letter spoke of visions Imogen had seen—visions of the ruins of Hogwarts, of a world on the brink of war. She wrote about a child she had seen in her dreams, someone destined for something significant, something tied guess magical world downfall.
Alvena felt her breath catch in her throat as she scanned the letter. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be about her. Could it?
She quickly folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket, just as Blaise's voice called out from the hallway.
"Alvena! Come on, we found them!"
With a deep breath, Alvena stood up and made her way toward one of the guest room, where the others had gathered. Inside, Sage and Stormy were in bed, wrapped up in each other in a tangle of blankets, thankfully covering their naked bodies.
"Well, well, well," Blaise laughed. "Looks like someone found their fun."
Alvena couldn't help but smile as they left the room. The mystery of the letter still weighed on her, but for now, there was nothing more to do. It could wait until tomorrow.