To Be (Draco Malfoy x Emerald Black)

XXIII

The night came and went as I slept soundly in Draco's embrace. There were times I woke up because he made these soft whimpering-like sounds in his slumber. It was cute, and I could swear I heard my name was muttered. I dared not to say anything, because I knew he would deny it out of embarrassment. Some nights when him and I were together, he would toss kind of like he was having a nightmare. Other nights, it was peaceful and he seemed to be at ease. I knew he was on edge because of something, I just still had no clue what it was. He has pushed away from telling me and has moved onto every other subject but that one. He was ashamed of it; and it was dangerous. That's all I knew. I just trusted him enough for him to tell me; that was the thing about Draco. You have to operate on his timing of things. I stand in the mirror, adjusting my blond locks into a slicked back ponytail. It wasn't messy like it usually was; I had to look the most presentable I could to the Malfoys. I was dressed in a long sleeved black skin tight dress that reached a little below my mid thigh, and I wore the antique necklace Draco gifted me around my neck; it felt hot as my nerves acted up. I kept my makeup light as usual, just a slap of mascara and lipgloss. I didn't want to be seen as a prude. This family was sophisticated, but in a confusing way.

I step out of the bathroom and walk over to Draco, who was adjusting his tie. It was a dark green and had a black trim surrounding it. He wore a black long sleeved suit, ironed to perfection. With that, he wore loose black slacks and polished black shoes. His hair was nearly parted down the middle, getting rid of the messy appearance he only allowed me to see. I look him up and down, and immediately blush thinking back to last night. His bare skin, hot chest.. pressed into me as he embraced me tightly. I hadn't realized how perfectly sculpted he was until last night, and he knew I knew that. Hence why he was putting on his cocky smirk. I smile at the memory.

"You look great," I say placing my small hand softly on his broad shoulder; I was extremely careful not to wrinkle anything. I feel like the Malfoys would be the type to point such a thing out. It was like he was fragile with a 'do not touch' sign on his forehead.

"I could say the same about you," he breathes looking me up and down. I look down and push a strand of hair out of my face. It felt nice him and I could have our own space; let alone, it felt like we were all alone in this castle. We had our own rooms, most nights we just spent together without having to worry about consequences. No one bugged us, just left us alone; it was how we liked it. And even though most days during school I didn't have him around as he was always off doing whatever, I had him for the night. He brings his hands up to my waist, and travels from my torso to my hip bones, highlighting my figure. I had a slight hourglass; but it wasn't much. "I'm jealous other boys get to see you in this besides me." He says in a jealous-like tone. I let out a hardy laugh and kiss his cheek.

"They get to see me in clothes," I tease. His eyes grew big, his cheeks turned red. I wink as I turn and walk out of the room smoothly.

"But-!" He tries to say; he hasn't seen me out of my clothes, only in my PJs. But it was fun to tease him with a good time.

"We will be late!" I laugh as I lug my suitcase and owl behind me. I feel him trot along behind me in silence. We were going to Diagon Alley to meet them. I feel my heart beat raise as I think of the mere thought of shaking hands with Lucius Malfoy. Infamous for his ways of evil. Draco joins besides me in walking, but as I look over to him his happy mood seemed to have faded. He was looking to my right; Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking up to us.

"Do you want to meet me on the train?' I ask empathetically.

"No. I want to see what Potter wants." He spits. Whenever he said Potter, it always spit out in an angry "Pottah" tone, as he made sure to spit his syllables. Without ripping his eyes away from the Gryffindor group, he seemed to see me shivering because he passes me his black over coat. It wafted my nose of vanilla and smoke. A scent I could happily bury myself in. I wrap it around my shoulder and feel his body heat from it radiate onto me.