Blackbird (draco malfoy)

2. Moon River

Seraphina's POV:

I've been staring blankly at my dorm ceiling for hours now, struck dumb by my own actions after last lesson with Draco. By the time Professor dismissed us I had forgotten the note I had gripped so tightly in my hand until I saw him moving through the rush, heading towards my desk. Overwhelmed with nerves, my body chose flight over fight for me as I pushed my way out of the classroom without giving Draco a second glance. 

I reached my dorm, instantly regretting my actions, melting face first into my bed and letting out a single high pitched scream into my pillow. I've never been bothered by dating or boys before, as far as I was aware Hogwarts was a breeding ground for arrogant teenage boys who think they can win over any girl they want by Accio-ing some flowers or smiling at them during a Quidditch match.

The announcement of the Yule Ball was my proof of this as I found great joy in watching every boy I know crumble at the thought of trying to find ways to finally speak to their crush with suddenly every boy being far too scared to dare to walk anywhere near a group of girls.

Now it was less than 48 hours till the Ball and here I was alone and dateless because I screwed up my one chance with (in my opinion) the best looking boy in my house. I would say in the school but I joked once about Fred taking up that position but he took it rather seriously refusing to hear any different since.

Finally I sit up and move my head to check the clock on the wall but my eyes are far too blurred with tears to see so I guess it is about half one. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realise I am still in my uniform so I quickly slip into my usual pyjamas (oversized t-shirt and shorts) treading ever so lightly so as not to wake up Pansy who I notice , now that I have come back to reality completely, is snoring rather loudly . With the sheer amount of noise coming from Pansy I know there's no chance I'll sleep tonight so I shuffle into my slippers and grab my torch, deciding I might as well walk about in the common room.

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*start song now*

As soon as I close the door of the slytherin dorms I see him sat there on the windowsill , half of his face lit up by the moonlight making his piercingly silver eyes more prominent as he seems to look straight into my soul. He clenched his jaw displaying his sharp jawline and cheekbones naturally highlighted by the moons light. His hair has fallen out of its usual sleek slicked back style and instead it flops on either side of his face in a middle part perfectly framing his face with strands falling in front of his dark eyebrows. 

How on earth does he manage to make messy look this hot ?

Fuelled by my own previous embarrassment I head right for him catching his eye, taking him immediately by surprise.

"Stalking me now are you Draco Malfoy ?" I say playfully narrowing my eyes at him, he's stood up right next to me now half of his face still flawlessly illuminated by the night sky as if he were one of the paintings hung up down the corridor beside us.

Looking me up and down a smirk forms on his face "And why would I be doing that Seraphina Knight?" emphasising my full name.

Still feeling bold I reach into my pocket and display the still perfectly intact origami bird "Just something a little birdie told me". 

We're practically touching now, no space between us as I look up to him and he looks down to me. "Oh I see" he replies, delicately taking the bird from my hand " And what did this little birdie tell you?". The way he uses my exact words makes me heart stop for a moment before it flutters.

"Oh nothing really only that you want to go on a date with me?" I reveal the contents of the note, ever so slightly biting my lip afterwards.

"And do you? To the yule ball tomorrow night?" his eyes are resting intensely on mine now making his questions even more direct but also revealing slightly how tense he is right now. I wonder how he would react if I were to reject him right now? 

My heart uncontrollably beats now skipping beats and fluttering all out of rhythm as I go to answer so sure of what to say "ye-"

Before I have the chance to finish one word of my answer I am jolted away from how encapsulated I am in our conversation by a figure looming in the corner of my eye. Instinctively I grab ahold of Draco, dropping my torch as one hand reaches for his back and the other drapes across his chest.

When I realise it is Snape that has busted our late night rendezvous I quickly remove my hands from around Draco nervous moving them to around myself suddenly aware of how cold it was. "And what do we think we're doing out of your dorms at this hour of the night Malfoy and ...." he takes a moment to see who I am and is taken aback when he says "and Knight?".

I look to my side to Draco unsure of what to do in this unfamiliar setting, I had never been caught out like this before which I assume is quite the opposite for Draco. Goosebumps run all over my body as unexpectedly a hand wraps around my waist pulling me in close to his hip, I look to me side to see Draco's familiar hand (still decorated in silver rings, veins prominently bulging on the back). An odd sensation of warmth puts me at ease before I attempt to speak but am abruptly stopped by the a deep, hoarse voice.

"This isn't what it looks like professor, I heard noises from the common room so I came down and found Seraphina looking for a notebook she lost so I joined her and here it is" he produces a hardcover tan notebook from behind him that I hadn't seen before and certainly wasn't mine.

"Well then you two, I advise you go back to sleep before you wake up anyone else... or give someone the wrong idea". Snape whips his robe around and walks out of the common room leaving me and Draco alone again, his hand still wrapped around my waist- my mind focuses on the feeling on my waist and questions how someone who looks so cold could feel so warm to touch?

"So..." he says, turning me around to face him with his hands, moving both of them up now to my lower back.

Suddenly I'm filled with the same anxiety as this afternoon and I move back away from him leaving his hands empty. " I ... I should go, it's late, lessons tomorrow, you've got quidditch too" I stammer rapidly hoping to leave no room for a reply, before I turn away from him completely.I run up the stairs hoping he won't follow after me and slip back into my dorm before flopping again back onto my bed. 

Closing my eyes I think back to only a few moments ago: visions of warm hands that seemed to fit perfectly to the shape of my waist, securing me to him, and his perfectly sculpted face looking down at me intently chase round my mind. 

I really don't know how I'll recover from running away from him for the second time...