Training for the ballet? (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Chapter 6

A couple of weeks had gone by and people started to talk to me a little bit more. Dumbledore had made a statement in the Great Hall explaining the spell and how I had gotten a hold of it. His speech had earned me some respect back and some forgiveness. Some still hated me, which I understood. Others were scared of me. The rest, had almost forgotten what had happened and I got more people to talk to over time. Zabini however, had not talked to me, not Malfoy either. 

It was dinner and I was sitting with the golden trio. They were the closest ones to me by far, at this specific moment. Harry had never hated me, so you could say I kind of had a friend throughout it all. They were making jokes and for the first time in a long while a laughed. The laugh faded away as I saw the Slytherin students making their way towards their table. Tears were burning behind my eyes. I had to talk to him. That mark.. I just had to.

"Thank you for the company guys, but I have to go" I said quickly towards the trio and gave them a small smile. 

They nodded at me and continued their conversation.

I slowly walked towards the Slytherin table. Rehearsing the future conversations with the Slytherin's in my head. I stopped inches away from Draco and people stopped talking. They had a look of disgust on their faces, yet surprised over my appearance. Draco had noticed everyone around him making faces at someone behind him and he turned around. His eyes somewhat widened when he saw me but he kept his cold facial expression.

"What do you want? Another chance at using that spell of yours? Oh, I forgot, you don't even have a wand" he said mockingly.

I didn't reply. I stared at his eyes and put my right hand over my left arm, as if I was freezing. He studied me up and down and as I started to walk away he got up and followed. Leaving many students shocked.

I had walked for quite some time and turned left at a corner and awaited him. The second he turned left I grabbed his hand.

"Please, we have to talk" I begged

"Why do you think I'm here genius?" he raised his eyebrow and pulled his hand back.

"Listen, I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you because I-"

I stopped abruptly.

He took a step forward.

"Because you what?" He said somewhat annoyed yet curious.

I took a deep breath.

"Tell me about the mark, Draco" I said quietly, not answering his previous question.

"Oh, so we're using first names now are we?" he said a tad surprised. "Why should I tell you anything? You tried to kill me, remember? Besides, you ignored my previous question so if you can't answer things why should I?" He looked at my lips and quickly moved his eyes towards mine.

Why was he so fucking gorgeous? Give me a goddamn break. 

"Fine" I said after a couple of seconds of silence. I swallowed hard before I spoke the next sentence. "I never meant to hurt you because I love you so why the fuck would I want to kill you?" I looked away and tried to catch my breath. I had spoken so fast I almost hoped he wouldn't have heard me.

"Wasn't so hard now was it?" he said and smirked.

I looked back at him.

"I don't want it, but I have it and there's nothing I can do about it" he nodded towards his left hand. Suddenly his eyes started to fill with tears and now he was the one to look away.

I wanted to reach out to hug him, but I felt like he wouldn't allow me to. Suddenly I remembered the fact that he knew I loved him yet he didn't say anything about it. He barely reacted. I knew that he knew I liked him but I thought he would've reacted a bit more to something as powerful as 'I love you'. I guess not.

I don't know where I got the courage from, but I just leaned in quickly and wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't know what I was expecting but definitely not the way he slowly put his arms around my waist. The way he had hesitated to hug me at first really showed how little affection he had in his life. Or maybe it was just because it was me. I don't know. We stood there in silence for what felt like hours before he let go of me and without so much as looking at me walked away.