Unexpected Love

chapter 7

I sank to the floor, my heart pounding like a drum. My fingers traced the outline of my lips, reliving the sensation of his kiss. A blush crept across my face, a fiery blush that seemed to spread across my entire body.

I couldn't believe it. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had once been my tormentor, had just kissed me. The boy who had bullied me, mocked me, and even tried to harm me. And now, here we were, entangled in a passionate embrace.
A wide grin spread across my face. But then, reality hit me. Could I really be enjoying this? Draco Malfoy, the former Death Eater? I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought.

I buried myself under the covers, my face still flushed. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I yawned and stretched, the memory of the previous night's events flooding back to me. My heart raced as I imagined seeing Draco again.

I made my way downstairs, my steps light and airy. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Draco sitting at the table, a book in his hand. He looked up, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Morning," he said, his voice soft.
"Morning," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
We ate breakfast in silence, the tension between us palpable. I couldn't look him in the eye, afraid of what I might see.

After breakfast, I retreated to the library, hoping to lose myself in a book. However, my thoughts kept wandering back to the night before. I couldn't stop replaying the moment when Draco had kissed me. It felt like a dream, a beautiful, impossible dream.

As the day wore on, I tried to focus but my mind was elsewhere. I kept thinking about Draco, about the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. I was a mess of conflicting emotions, joy, fear, and confusion.

As the sun began to set, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. I knew that tonight, we would be alone again, and who knew what might happen.

I stepped out of the shower, the warm water dripping down my skin. As I dried my hair, my thoughts drifted back to the night before. Draco's kiss, the way he looked at me, it all felt so surreal. He hadn't seemed awkward or embarrassed at all. In fact, he seemed quite pleased with himself.

I remembered the Yule Ball, when Ron had stood me up and Viktor Krum had abandoned me. I had retreated to the Astronomy Tower, feeling sorry for myself. And then, there he was, Draco Malfoy, smoking a cigarette and looking surprisingly vulnerable. We had shared a brief, intimate moment, a moment when he had called me beautiful.

It was a moment that had stayed with me, a reminder that even the darkest souls could harbor kindness.
I shook my head, snapping out of my reverie. I changed into a cozy, red slip dress, paired with knee-high socks and a fluffy cardigan. I sprayed a touch of my favorite rose perfume and stepped out of my room.

I knocked on Draco's door, but there was no answer. Curious, I went to look for him. After searching the house, I finally found him on the balcony of the stargazing room. He was shirtless and in a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers I could  see everything and I mean everything, his muscular physique on full display. My face flushed as I averted my gaze.

"Granger, you pervert," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What are you doing, spying on me?"
I rolled my eyes. "I was looking for you."

He wrapped a towel around his waist. "Well, here I am."

I couldn't help but smile. This was a side of Draco I had never seen before, a vulnerable, almost human side. As we talked, the tension between us began to dissipate. We laughed, we joked, and we simply enjoyed each other's company. It was as if all the years of animosity had melted away.