the girl with all of the choices

t h i r t y - t h r e e

5559 words

december twenty-fourth- Christmas Eve

It's really cold.

That was the first thing I thought when I regained consciousness this morning. I opened my eyes slowly, wishing I could fall back into my warm and comforting slumber.

When I opened my eyes, I expected to see Draco laying next to me. However, he wasn't there. His indent was still in the mattress, though, so he couldn't have left long ago. I placed my hand where his body should have been. His space was still warm under my palm.

I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes.

To my surprise, Draco was sitting over in the window seat, reading a book. His hair was still messy. He had no idea how attractive he looked with messy hair. He was in his element. His face was as relaxed as I had ever seen it, meaning that he had a slight scowl, and his forehead was creased. He seemed to be angry at the book he was reading, but I knew that that look only came out when he was actually focused. I took him in for a few more seconds since he was oblivious to my prying eyes. He was wearing his trousers again, most certainly to keep out the cold. Then, I realized. He was wearing one of my jumpers. It was my standard Hufflepuff one, black with the badger crest on the chest. It was unusual, and I was taken aback.

His eyes finally met mine as my mouth hung agape with shock.

"What?" he asked, his voice just as raspy as it was the day before. Merlin, I loved how attractive he was in the mornings.

"You're wearing my jumper," I said in astonishment.

"You were wearing mine. It was freezing, what did you expect me to do, die of hypothermia?" he teased.

"Do you want yours back?" I asked.

"No, no. I like it when you wear my things," he said.

I smiled down at my lap. "Well, maybe if you stayed in bed you wouldn't have had to steal my jumper," I teased back. He shrugged and rolled his eyes, smirking at me from over the book. "What are you reading?"

"That William Shakes-whatever guy-"

"You're reading Shakespeare? Unbelievable."

"What?"

"I never thought I would see the day that Draco Malfoy would voluntarily read a piece of literature from a classic muggle writer!" I taunted. He rolled his eyes and continued to read. "So what play are you reading?"

"Romeo and Juliet, now will you stop interrupting? I can't wait for this Romeo bloke to die, he's an absolute tosser."

"Well isn't that ironic."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"You don't see any irony here?" He looked back at me, his face was oblivious and confused. "You'll figure it out eventually."

He rolled his eyes again and went back to his book for a few seconds before looking back up at me.

"Can't you just tell me already?" he pleaded in a whiny voice.

"You're smart, you'll figure it out."

"I don't want to figure it out though," he complained. "Why would I waste my unmatched brainpower when you could just tell me?"

"Because," I said. "I think it's funny to watch you complain." He scoffed. "Plus," I continued, "I'm sure your reaction will be priceless once you put it together."