𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | 𓆚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 🐍🪄

four

As you both continue to make the potion, silence fills the air around you two. You were still so confused. Why wasn't he being rude? He was... being quiet. That's... new. 

You can't help but glance down at his hands as he cuts ingredients, chopping precisely, his long slender vainy fingers had a couple of rings on them. One was his left hand, one was a silver snake traveling up his finger on his index, and one was a simple silver band on his pinky, with an expensive-looking engravement. On his right hand, he had an old-looking, silver ring with a small snake symbol on it. Seeming to be a family heirloom. Another one was another silver snake, a smaller one that was on his middle finger.

You glanced at them curiously, he caught your gaze and smirked a tiny bit.

Ah. There's the cocky bastard you knew.

You look away with a huff. But still a bit intrigued. After a couple of minutes, nearing the end of class you spoke quietly.

"I like your rings, Draco."

He glanced up at you but didn't say anything. The bell rang and you two cleaned up fast. He rushed out, and before you could say anything else he was gone.

Stupid. Why were you being nice to the enemy? You thought in your head.

Although in the back of your mind, you felt a bit fuzzy with the idea of being his friend. You sigh and leave the classroom, heading to your dorm. Why did you feel this way? What was that fuzzy feeling?

And why?

( Sorry loves, this chapter is short since I felt it's more necessary to the story. Besides it's 11 pm on a Sunday and I've got school! )