𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

incandescently content

"fyrgebræc : (n) the distinct sharp crackling sound made by a fire."

house: any💭
warnings: fluffy
word count: 475

taking the last bite of your chocolate frog, you pull up your knees to your chest and look over at the platinum blonde to your right. the lit fire crackled and brought an orange glow to his pale skin.

resting your head on your knees, you admire his features. he senses your stare, and looks up with nothing but a blank face, "what you so giddy about?"
you snap out of your trance, "oh," you laugh small, "nothing."
he mumbles a sarcastic reply, and continues with his work, and you ought it was best to continue also.

fluently dancing your quill along the parchment, a question muddles you, "draco, what's the answer to question fifteen?"
"might as well copy me at this point."
"oh c'mon, don't be like this," you grumble, "i've asked you once tonight. i usually ask you at least three times."

you watch as he shakes his head, "well what does it literally say, y/n."
"in which would you use a deflating drought?" you say.
"what does the word deflate mean?" he looks up with his grey eyes, you blankly look at him and realise, "oh.."
he chuckles, making you feel less silly about your brain fart. you loved it when he laughed; when he genuinely smiled.

"i swear y/n, you truly make me laugh at times."
"i'll take that as a compliment." you smile up at him, resting down your quill.
"it is." he smiles small, his eyes showing that same thing that struck butterflies in your stomach, "my turn." he places his own quill down, pulling up his legs and crossing them.

"what?" you say, chuckling at his sudden optimism in talking than working.
"compliment me - it's only fair."
"you compliment yourself in the mirror every day, isn't that enough?"
"oh please." he grumbles, making you laugh - and his eyes light up at the sound.

"well, if you say so," you ponder, looking over him just like you did a few moments ago. bringing down your knees, you cross over your legs and plant your hands in your lap, "you have very pretty eyes."
"they're boring." he huffs, slightly deflating.

you crawl a little closer to him, and he looks up at you, "i don't think they are." you smile small, "i think they're interesting."
"interesting?"
"yeah." you grin, nudging him, "thought you'd fancy that about yourself the most, if i'm honest." you laugh, and he shakes his head but smiles.

at that moment, you've never felt so calm and rested. so incandescently content. you look up from your laughter, and see he's looking at you in that sort of way again. he swings an arm around your shoulder, and you lean onto him, a feeling of safety swarming you.