All I Have Left

Chapter Ninety Five

"What are you guys doing today for Valentine's Day?"

Daphne's question breaks the silence of the group. Everyone was stuffing their faces with breakfast, eating in silence, which had clearly bothered Daphne since she'd been squirming in her seat ever since the group sat down.

Pansy sets her fork down and smirks, seeming glad to finally be able to speak. "I have a hot date with Carl."

"Vaisey?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "He's vile."

She scowls at me, her nose twisting up in an unflattering manner as she flicked her brunette bob over her shoulder.

"You don't know him." Pansy says simply, shaking her head at me as though I'm a child. "He may not be incredibly polite, but damn, he sure can—"

I cut her off, grimacing. "I don't need to know."

From across the table, Theo has a thoughtful frown on his face as he looks at Pansy. "I figured we'd be doing something."

"Why?" Pansy asks. "You didn't ask me out. Actually, you haven't asked me out in months."

Theo shrugs. "I dunno. I just thought since our other friends are paired up together, we could— well, you know..."

Pansy's eyes darken a bit, and she cackles at Theo's insinuation before shaking her head and returning to her meal. Theo merely smirks.

"Anyways." Daphne says loudly, giving her two friends an odd look. "What are you doing, Lila? Malfoy?"

I blink, suddenly remembering I was in a relationship and that meant we were supposed to have plans for Valentine's Day. I give Draco an uncertain look, but he simply stares back at me, amused.

"I'm not sure." I say truthfully. "I don't think we are doing much."

Draco scoffs. "Ignore her. It's a surprise. She doesn't know."

Daphne coos, grabbing my arm and muttering in my ear about love. I sigh at her reaction, glancing at Draco in surprise.

"You never mentioned anything about Valentine's Day." I tell him, furrowing my brows. "I didn't know you had plans."

"That's why it's called a surprise." He says, leaning forward slightly, the corners of his lips turned up.

I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent the giddy smile from making its way onto my face.

Being with Draco is odd. A lot of our time together is spent repairing the Vanishing Cabinet, moments which are filled with desperation and urgency. The Room of Requirement is often a solemn, miserable place for us, and we don't typically feel the desire to do anything romantic when we are trying to kill Dumbledore.

While mending the Cabinet takes up a majority of our time, there are moments. He kisses me at the end of most nights, sometimes soft and gentle, other times harsh and purposeful; he murmurs filthy words in my ears in public, laughing at my blush as I push him away; he commonly toys with my curls, twisting them around his fingers and watching them as they bounce back into place when he releases; he brushes his hands against my thighs, my hands, my stomach; he gives me meaningful glances, locking eyes with me across the room.

While I appreciate these private moments, he seems to particularly enjoy our arguments. He finds great pleasure in bickering with me and watching me get riled up by his words— Draco has a talent for frustrating me quite easily— and he teases and mocks me for my anger, all with a stupid smirk on his face, watching as I scold him or storm away.

I think he just likes seeing him have an effect on me. It entertains him when I'm mad with him, flustered, or embarrassed.

In the end, it's weird to think that I am with him, and that he is with me. That we're dating. That he's mine. It's special that someone I've resented for so long is now such a vital part of my life.