𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐝.𝐦.

sixty two

That night, the same as any, Betty finds difficulty in falling asleep.

She usually slips her two hands between her cheek and her pillow when she sleeps but the shackles make it almost unbearable as the metal of her shackles will only sweep her cheek with coldness.

To worsen matters, every time she tosses and turns in bed, the dangling chains swing into her face, either feathering her nose coolly or causing a bruise to taint her skin when her mind carelessly drifts away from the reminder of her manacles.

Her room is cloaked in such a wide silence, she could hear a pin drop, which she finds little comfort in. Her gaze bounces to the window where little shiny freckles shaped flawlessly like stars are staring back at her, peacefully spacing out as she is.

Time wears by and she awaits sleep to come to her, clutching her palms together in front of her. The alluring slumber she has been awaiting almost reaches her... until it is fractured by the sound of the door creaking open.

A familiar lanky shadow is sauntering through the threshold of the door, his hands in the pockets of his grey sweats.

Grateful for his appearance, because she doesn't exactly want to sleep, is only forced to because she has nothing better to do; she turns around to face the door and lifts half her body up with her elbows.

Light breezes from his wand, through the air, and to the candles by her table. She grants him a smile once the ashen boy is illuminated by the warm light.

"Hi," she says nonchalantly.

He is absent of a suit, instead draped in a plain black shirt that hugs his figure and a baggy grey sweatpants. His cheeks are varnished with pink and sweat, clearly he hasn't yet gotten a rest from the day he had.

"Am I interrupting your sleep?" he asks, going under the covers with her innately.

She shakes her head, watching his every movement quite delightfully as he draws closer to her. "Please. I've been trying to sleep for an hour now. I've grown tired of waiting for sleep to come."

His lips sink into a sweet, but measured smile - as if something is restraining him. Nevertheless, she believes this might be the sincerest smile Draco has ever managed, not even a hint of malice is traceable.

"How was your day?" she asks when he doesn't strike a conversation but restfully shuts his eyes as though he hasn't been able to the entire day.

"Terrible," he replies, "I don't want to talk about it."

Betty flashes him a greedy grin. "C'mon." She moves her hand to carress his chest. "I've been cooped in here all day. I'm dying to know what's happening outside."

At this, his eyes flutter open and he lies on the side of his face, giving her a raised brow. "Are you really?" he asks, "I heard your siblings came to visit you today, I assumed they told you everything."

"How did you know that?"

His lips curl mildly into a boastful smirk. "Who did you think told them you were awake?"

Something clicks in the girl's head and she laughs, shamefully reprimanding her slowing brain. "You told them?"

"Didn't think anyone would be bothered to," he tells her heartily, "Bennett knew days ago that you had awoken but it seems he didn't concern himself with informing your siblings so I took matters into my own hands. Thought you might appreciate the company when I'm not here."

"I did," she says, feigning a look of being impressed as she nods. "Oh, my sister and I got into a bit of squabble - but other than that it was quite a day."