Christmas With the Malfoys | Lucius Malfoy x Y/N

Chapter Eight

I take a deep breath as I hear the doorknob click and the door start to slowly creep open, a blonde haired figure following in it's wake. I force a smile as Draco makes his way towards me, his own face adorned with a smile, I try my best to shove the thoughts of what happened right before he entered my room out of my mind.

"How are we doing, hm?" Draco says, sitting on the edge of my bed and placing a gentle hand atop mine. He frowns slightly, my body temperature still high. "Y/n, you're clammy, do you feel ok? Do you have a fever??" He asks in paranoia, lifting the back of his hand to my forehead.

I grab his wrist and give him a reassuring but teasing look before saying, "Draco. I am fine, it's simply a bit toasty in here is all." I hate lying to him but what else am I to do? Tell him the truth? That I nearly just made out with his father? I don't think so.

"Do you think, perhaps, we could go out to the gardens today? I believe some fresh and crisp air would do me more good than bad." I sit up, throwing the blanket off and moving so that my legs hang off the side of the bed. "So, what do you say?" I ask again, knowing Draco can't say no to me.

Draco winces and gives me a concerning look, glancing over my still healing wounds then looking back into my eyes. The smile on my face steadily widening. "Alright, but you need to dress warm. I will not chance you becoming ill. And I mean it when I say we will not be out there for more than one hour." He says, trying to sound authoritative but failing miserably.

I smile brightly and slightly jump in my place, throwing my arms around Draco in joy. It truly has grown quite stuffy and dark in this room. Visiting the library isn't enough anymore, I need to get out and enjoy this beautiful season.

"Thanks, Dray, I appreciate it." I say, pulling back so that I can meet his gaze once more. My expression showing every ounce of my gratefulness, however his remains still with just a small smile as if he is nervous about something. I tilt my head and look at him questioningly.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Nothing, just don't let my father find out about this. Alright?" He pauses, running a hand through his hair before continuing, "It's just that he would be furious, he is still angry with me about... well you know. I don't need him to be angry with you too, let alone more angry with me than he already is." He says, his eyes glossed over.

I place a hand on his shoulder and tilt my head with a playful smirk as I look at him, trying to be reassuring but still being his annoying best friend. "Draco... I would never. And hey, secrets are super fun so that makes this even more fun for me. Don't worry ferret boy." I tease with the last bit, knowing very well he hates that but he knows I'm only teasing.

"Alright, alright. Get dressed and I'll meet you outside in a few." Draco says with an amused look before getting up and heading to his room.

I smile as I watch Draco leave, then I immediately hop up in such a way that a young child would, excited to get out of this damn house, even if it is only for one short hour. I make my way to the closet to search through not only my clothes I had packed with me but all of the very very expensive and beautiful clothes that have been put here by the Malfoys' of course. I found a pair of black trousers and a green sweater in the bag I packed but I somehow neglected to pack a coat that would be suitable for this outfit. After I pull my trousers on I move over to a drawer in the closet, pulling it open to find lovely bras and corsets, seeing a black lace corset bra I put it on of course. How could I resist something so beautiful? After I put it on I stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror on one of the walls, admiring the way that the lace of the corset compliments my figure and skin tone until I hear footsteps enter my room right outside of the closet. I don't bother asking who it is, somehow lost in thought until I hear the voice.