dark daisies // draco malfoy

8. you're freezing nott.

DAISY NOTT

He reached around my neck and began wrapping the scarf, his eyes focused on the task at hand as I stole a glance of his lips. My mind wandered, the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils - apples and a woody musk, and I wondered what it would be like to meet his lips against mine.

I shivered as his cold hands cupped my chin lifting it upwards as he tucked the scarf in tightly bundling me up where his scent lingered. He exhaled deeply as he realised our sudden incredibly close proximity. His eyes met mine, seemingly studying my expression for any sign of disgust in what was happening and when he didn't find it started to stroke my cheek.

"You're freezing Nott."

"Mm hmm" I shook. He turned and began to walk, I followed.

Something washed over me, I had a sudden urge to reach for his hand, a pull towards his. Almost as if an invisible string had tied me to him. As I skimmed his hand intertwining my fingers around his, two figures jumped from behind a dark thick oak tree wands at the ready.

I screamed as Draco pulled himself in front shielding me,holding me behind him closely. Was he trying to protect me?

I felt his body move so smoothly and surely in front. It's like everything moved in slow motion as I felt a familiar drop in my stomach as it did last summer.

"Fucking hell." He sighed breathing out a low breath. He moved away from me adjusting his suit revealing Crabbe and Goyle chuckling exasperatingly with reddened cheeks.

His hand released from mine rushing to comb his fingers through his hair stressed.

He lurched towards Goyle.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you." He growled, "And you-" He began grabbing on to the collar on Crabbe's fattened neck.

Theo and Blaise must of heard my alarmed scream and Draco's outburst as they appeared from further ahead gripping onto their wands tightly.

"What the fuck." Theo shouted running over to me.

"I don't even know what happened Theo they just came out of nowhere and- and Draco tried to stop them and-" I whispered nervously.

Last year something changed in me after the incident. I can't see things the same. Neither can Theo. Luna said it's something called trauma but I'm yet to understand fully what she means.

My throat burned as my breathing quickened, everything tightened in my chest as I stumbled attempting to steady myself.

Theo held my arms and sat me against a tree just as my vision became blurry and a ringing started in my ears. Visions and flashbacks of that night cluttered my brain:
Him slipping away from me, the callous figures in front of me stone cold. Viscous blood pouring out of his wounds staining my blouse, my jaw falling echoing screams. Theo falling to his knees-

"Daisy. Daisy?"