𝙄𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩 || 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮 & 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

CH #2

Holly's POV:

I entered the shop, my eyes immediately drawn to the enchanted paintings hanging on the walls. They were lively, smiling and laughing with another as though sharing an inside joke. Some leaned forward to watch new paintings being created on a floating easel nearby, where a paintbrush danced in the air, adding color and life to the canvas all on its own.

The shop owner, however, seemed far less enchanted by the scene. She stood behind the counter, wearing white overalls speckled with paint splatters in every color. A collection of quirky pins decorated the front of her pockets, but her expression was anything but cheerful. She looked thoroughly annoyed, as though she'd already dealt with one too many chatty paintings for the day.

Sending her mood, I kept my distance. I didn't want to risk irritating her further, though I couldn't entirely blame her. Listening to portraits bicker and chatter all day long would likely drive anyone to the edge.

I wandered through the shelves of vibrant paints and brushes, letting my thoughts drift as I examined the endless supply of paints, easels and brushes. The colors seemed to shimmer under the shop's soft golden light. For a few moments, I found peace in the chaos, lost in my own thoughts, blocking the chatter.

But of course, my peace didn't last long. It never did. That voice interrupted it-the unmistakable drawl of Draco Malfoy.

I froze for a moment, questioning my ears. What was Draco Malfoy doing in a paint shop? Did he paint? The idea was almost laughable. Still, there he was, stepping into view, scanning the shelves with a surprising calmness. Then, his pale eyes flickered toward me.

Our gazes locked, and his calm expression quickly twisted into that familiar sneer. But this time, there was something else-a flash of something that almost looked like fear, though it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Buying some paint to repaint your face?" He said, his voice sharp and mocking. His smirk deepened as though he'd just delivered the most clever insult of the century.

I rolled my eyes, irritation bubbling up like a cauldron on the verge of boiling over. Of course, he couldn't just ignore me. He had to make his presence known, and in the most obnoxious way possible.

"Why are you here?" I shot back, crossing my arms. "Finally looking to change your black and white life to something more colorful?"

Draco's smirk faltered for a for a split second, but he covered it quickly. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm looking for a gift for my father. He has a refined taste for art, unlike some people."

I didn't reply, his presence was irritating and I wasn't going to let him ruin my day. Not today. As I turned, Draco's eyes lingered for a moment. I could feel his gaze boring into my back as if waiting for me to say something else. But I wasn't going to feed into it. Not this time.

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Note:

I'm so sorry if Draco is giving Frat boy in this, I was listening to Tyler, The Creator while writing 🦭