Boundless

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 (𝟑𝟐)

Olympia Malfoy

Christmas Eve at Malfoy Manor was always a grand affair. The manor, already majestic, transformed into a winter wonderland. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the grand staircase, garlands of holly and ivy draped over ornate mirrors, and the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. Tonight, our closest friends and their families will gather for dinner and dancing. Pansy, Theo, Blaise, and Enzo were all expected, though Mattheo and Draco were already here, having arrived earlier for the holidays.

Pansy had come the night before, eager to spend time with Draco. Now, she stood behind me in my bedroom, curling my hair with practised ease. The soft hum of the curling wand and the occasional crackle from the fireplace were the only sounds accompanying our conversation.

"Hey, Pans?" I ventured, watching her reflection in the mirror.

"Mhm," she replied, focusing on a particularly stubborn strand.

"When did you know?"

She paused, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "More details, hon."

I laughed nervously. "Right. When did you know you were ready to be... a woman?"

Pansy set the curling wand down and moved to sit beside me. Her expression softened, taking on a more serious tone.

"Ollie? Is this about sex?"

I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.

"Have you and Mattheo...?"

I shook my head. "No, we haven't. We've done other things, but no. I'm still a virgin."

"You and Sebastian never--"

"I didn't want to work with him."

"But with Mattheo?"

I nodded again. "Yeah, with Mattheo."

Pansy smiled gently. "You're growing up, little Malfoy."

"I guess so. He makes me feel so much."

"And has he been understanding?" Pansy's voice took on a protective, older sister tone.

I smiled, recalling Mattheo's patience and maturity. "Completely. The night I wanted to... he said no. Wanted our first to not be about Sebastian."

"Well, that was mature of him."

"He has really changed, Pans."

"Because he loves you, Ollie."

"I love him too."

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of our conversation settling between us. Then, Pansy stood, smoothing her dress.

"Come on, let's finish getting ready. The guests will be arriving soon."

I nodded, standing to adjust my dress. Pansy helped me with the final touches, her hands deftly fixing a stray curl and adjusting my necklace.

As we prepared to head downstairs, she offered one last piece of advice.

"Remember, Ollie, it's not about when or where, but about who. And with Mattheo, I think you're in good hands."

I smiled, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. Tonight was about celebration, love, and the people who mattered most.