Entranced (Draco Malfoy)

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Two weeks pass, and Dove Taylor is putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup when Draco Malfoy walks into her bathroom, looking sullen and unhappy. The brunette rolls her eyes, tying the French braid in place with a hair tie, letting it fall in front of her left shoulder.

She ignores his presence, slicking on some chapstick and light red lipstick before spraying a setting spray over her face. She spritzes on some perfume before finally turning to the blond-haired boy.

"Yes, darling?" She asks in a mock cheery voice, untying her bath robe and putting it on the hook next to her shower.

"You look absolutely radiant," he tells her, a smile finally lighting up his face as he looks her over.

"Thank you," she says stiffly, still not hugging or kissing him.

"You're still mad at me, aren't you?" She shoots a glare at him. "Definitely still mad at me. Okay. I'm mad too." She rolls her eyes again, scanning her outfit in the mirror. "I have to hang out with the three people I hate."

"You shouldn't hate them," Dove finally replies, her voice quiet as she continues staring at herself in order to avoid looking at him. "But yes, I'm still mad. You kept something big from me and won't even tell me why."

She kept her makeup light yet very noticeable, making her eyes the point of focus. Her eyelid is coated in a dark grey, the middle of her eye covered in a lighter grey, and the top of her eyes shining with a glittery grey. She wasn't aware she had so many different shades of grey.

Her cheeks are lightly tinted pink, and her lips were a light red. Her outfit is stunning yet simple. She is wearing a spaghetti strap black shirt, white capris, and her signature black wedges. She loves summer, if only for the fact that she gets to dress up as much as she wants.

"Baby, it's not that I didn't want to tell you," Draco says softly, taking a step towards her. She turns towards him once more, her face still perplexed. "Look, my father isn't a subject I enjoy talking about. I know he's a...bad man, for lack of better word. I didn't want to tell you, because if I admitted it to you, I'd have to admit it to myself, too. As much as I dislike my father, he is still my father, and I do love him. I don't want to admit that I'm hurt over his arrest."

A tear drops down Dove's cheek as she flings herself forwards, throwing her arms around his neck and lifting her feet off of the floor. Draco, taken aback, is barely able to catch her in time, almost sending them both flying onto the floor.

"You shouldn't have to feel like you can't admit that you're hurt by it," Dove murmurs into his shirt, trying not to cry any longer so her makeup isn't messed up. "I understand you don't want to talk about it, but you know me. I'm here for you, in any shape or form you need."

"Thank you," he breathes into her neck, thanking his lucky stars for this girl. "So...about Potter?" He asks hopefully, making Dove draw away from him instantly. "No, come back."

He grabs her hand, pulling her out of her bathroom. She just barely manages to turn out the lights. He looks at the clock, seeing they still have about fifteen minutes before they have to go. He jumps onto her bed childishly, eliciting a tiny grin from her.

He grabs her hips, making her squeal a bit. He pull her onto his lap, kissing her sweetly. She smiles.

"Stop complaining. If you agree to be nice to Harry, Hermione, and Ron and call them by their actual names, you might get a snog session before we leave," Dove barters, pouting her lips a bit, Draco's eyes on them at once.