Twisted Fate

Fancy seeing you here.

"Daphne?" Draco exclaimed, shocked.

"Omg Draco?" I stammered, lifting my back off the floor, my arms still tangled in my school shirt.

"What on earth are you doing here?!"

I opened my mouth, trying to find a good reason, "I- could ask you the same question!"

For a moment a cloud passed over his grey eyes, but it was gone in an instant, as he suddenly looked at my arms caught in my shirt, my disheveled brown locks, and the rest of my body.
His expression turned amused, and a devilish smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and crossed his arms, tutting. "Daphne Greengrass. You're parents wouldn't be pleased to hear about what you're up to."

"And you are not going to tell them!" I ordered, glaring at him. I then carried on trying to get my hands out of my shirt, still stuck above my head.

Draco crouched down beside me, looking extremely intimidating in his black suit, and entirely too amused. "If I help you out of this," (he pointed to my shirt) "you owe me."

I puffed a strand of hair out of my face, "Fine."

I held my arms above my head, as he began unpopping the buttons, his smile still beaming off his face, I could see he was trying not to laugh.

"Stop laughing." I commanded angrily, but then suddenly I was laughing, laughing at the situation and how much of a mess I was.

He was laughing too as he eventually pulled the shirt off my arms, and held it in front of me. Our gazes locked, and I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my stomach.
His gaze slid to my lips for a fleeting moment, then he cleared his throat. "I believe this belongs to you, Greengrass."

"Oh, yeah." I nodded looking away. I could feel his gaze on me as I began to put the shirt on properly and button it up. I wondered why he was still looking, or what he was looking at. I stood up and slipped my skirt on, starting to feel really awkward.

"I uh- should probably go."

Draco was looking away, I don't know how long he had been, and turned back to me. "I hope I don't catch you here again, Greengrass."

"Ha" I laughed as I began to walk away toward the exit of the room of requirement. Then a thought occurred to me, "Wait a minute, why are you here?"

He glanced quickly toward the creepy wardrobe, then back, I thought he looked panicked, but he just replied calmly, "Same reason as you."

"Oh" I laughed again. And walked away, and out the room not saying anything else.
Oh.

My head was full of thoughts that night, and I was unable to sleep. For some reason I couldn't shake what had happened. How awkward!
What must he think of me? He saw me in my underwear, he must be disgusted, he's known me for what, ten years?
I couldn't shake the way his grey eyes seemed to have analysed me, it felt like they could pierce right through me. And my mind kept wondering why he was wearing a black suit.
Why am I even wondering that? Why does it matter he was wearing a suit?

Fuck.