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domitilla peyton

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗢 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗥.

It happened when I was questioning Harry about the potions essay, as well as making sure to hide my hands behind my back, when a figure stalked behind me and tapped on my shoulder once again. I spun around to see the blonde boy hovering inches away from my face. Embarrassed, I pulled back and grumbled,

'What is it you want, Malfoy?' I said, a bit less aggressive this time. I didn't feel like starting fights today.

'We've got Potions next. Come with me.' he grinned and cocked his head towards the door of the corridor.

Harry gave me a peculiar look, but I just shrugged my shoulders and gave him a 'I have no idea what's going on' look. Then we both set off as he escorted me away, his hand placed on the small of my back.
We walked in silence, although it wasn't exactly awkward. More frightening. Draco never had been too nice to me so of course I was careful. He was always a bit of a dick. But something about him made me feel something. I couldn't describe it to you.
Crossing the halls felt like crossing continents. It took forever. I forgot how much I hated walking to class. Especially walking with him.

To my dismay, obvious on my face, I had to sit next to Draco. He, of course, grinned at this.

'How fun sitting next to the pretty girl.' he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

My head shot up from the desk. He called me 'pretty'? Draco Malfoy just called me pretty. I tried to stop myself from smiling by biting the inside of my cheeks. My face was probably embarrassingly flushed as well.

'It's delightful to sit next to you, too.' I said, my words dripping with sarcasm.

He tilted his head in amusement, then leaned in closer, so close his lips were practically touching my ear.

'I don't bite, Peyton.' he whispered.

'Ugh, you're gross.' I pushed him forcefully back in his seat, but could feel my stomach flip. He just chuckled at this, probably so proud of himself.

Professor Slughorn was waffling on about lists of antidotes, when Draco cut me out of focus, nudging my arm. I decided to ignore him, keeping my eyes towards the class. He nudged me again, practically elbowing me at that point.

'Cut it out, will you?' I snapped, finally turning to face him.

'You know my mum,' He started, as if I hadn't spoken. 'She's organising this ball with all the family friends, and your family's coming. So...What are you wearing?' he winked.

The ball. Oh my god. It was in a month, and I hadn't even thought about it, let alone what dress I was going to wear.

'What's it to you? Besides, you can't ask a girl what dress she's gonna wear before a ball. It ruins the surprise.' I explained cooly, waving a hand in front of his face, and trying to conceal the fact that I had completely forgotten.

He snorted at this, looking back down at his paper, then taking a few glances up at me, cracking up again.

Minutes, hours, or days went by, the lesson still went on and on. We were both cutting up ingredients for our potions, me having the duty of crushing up spider legs. One of the legs flew off my knife and landed on my robe sleeve.