All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter Fourteen

Draco's POV

And I stared there, looking like a total idiot. I'd like to steal all the times I called Potter and Weasley that they're stupid and a bunch of idiots because I'd claim the title for tonight.

I did not see that coming. She knew I was Blue? She knew I'd want to comfort her? Gosh! How did I not see that coming? I really shouldn't underestimate her.

"Did you moved on already?", she asked, waving her hands in front of me as she laughed. I smiled a bit. The thought of me being in a complete shock and embarrasment would be totally fine with me, as long as it'll make her happy. I didn't care about me anymore, it was all her.

Great, the Draco Scorpius Malfoy who has nothing set in mind but his ego, pride and fame has cared all about a smart, brave Muggle girl. As if he erased his very existence from his world himself and puts her Granger as the center of the universe. Glob, I sounded like a hopeless romantic back there.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. I just didn't see that one coming... How?", I asked her, pretty amazed by her actions. If she knew all along, how'd she be able to keep it a little secret and act as if she has no idea about all of it?

"Blonde hair, green patch. As far as I can remember, you're the only blonde guy who combs his hair neatly before when we were kids, who belngerd to Slytherin, of course", she explained. Dammit, what has gotten into my mind and I have not covered up my patch before walking up to her? I should've known. And yet here I am, hitting my head repeatedly onto the table at my deepest thoughts.

"But you know, you got me a little off guard back there. I never thought Draco Jerky Malfoy would ever care for me. Thanks though...", she continued, getting the handkerchief in the process. I haven't payed attention to it since now. All I've ever had focus was on her alone. Her beauty was just something that I couldn't resist.

She hugged me, all of a sudden. My whole body froze in the unexpected move of my Granger. She layed her chin on my right shoulder.

"Thank you... for everything. I mean it", she mumbled, making me smile. Call me a hopeless romantic again, and I wouldn't care. And like deja vu, I can hear light snores. I chuckled like the second time, having her arms drop onto her belly. I carefully carry her body, having to mind her silk pink dress, and climb up the stairs.

Lightly kissing her forehead, I made my way to the Gryffindor. Spotting one of the Gryffins, I hand to him my flower, before quirking her eyebrows in curiousity. I left without leaving another word.

The last sight I had that night was my Granger gripping tightly on my two, identical blue handkerchiefs.