BET FOR YOU; 𝗱.𝗺

library boy

domitilla peyton

I liked to watch him when he's not looking.

We were both sat in the library, opposite each other on a table, reading books. He kept his face lowered down slightly, examining the pages, as he had an exam due the next day. An arm rested on the table, with the other holding the book up as he sat calmly.

I liked to admire the way he smiles when it's genuine. The crease of his cheeks as he laughs that husky laugh of his. It was a special laugh. It was breathy, yet soft and it always happens when you make a sarcastic joke. He loved sarcastic jokes.
And those grey, cloudy eyes. It's not even the fact that they're grey that made me so compelled. It's the way they glisten, and the way they hypnotise you when you stare. It's the way I can't even make eye contact, without getting sudden butterflies in my stomach.

My eyes traced his face, along his jawline, the way his cheekbones slope and curve. They looked so prominent, yet there's a clearness, an openness to him. Like he's still a little boy. I could see it in the focus in his eyes. The determination. The way he feels the need to prove himself. It was there.

He kept reading, and some water dripped off his wet blonde hair, which ruffled over his forehead, obscuring his eyes. The shoulders of his sweater were slightly damp from rain.

Suddenly, he smirked, still gazing at the book, 'You know, if you want to take a picture, you can just ask.'

I rolled my eyes and smiled, shaking my head and glancing back at my pages.

He promptly shut his book close, and stared at me.
I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised questionably,

'What?'

He set his chin on his palm, and kept his gaze on me, giving a cute grin,

'You're pretty.'

I started to blush, and smiled self-consciously, my face felt embarrassingly hot,

'Thank you.'

He placed his arms on the table, and leaned in to me,

'You really are, darling.'

Then, he pecked me lightly on the nose. My heart fluttered and I could feel the inside of my stomach being tickled.

I looked back down at my book, Advanced Potion Making, reading over a new chapter. I decided I might as well get my essay done early, and so some research before, even if it was due the next week.
But anything was barely understandable, with Draco leaning in every 5 seconds to see what I was reading. I sighed, looking at him annoyed,

'You're getting water on my book.'

He reached out and tickled me, the soft spot on my neck. I squealed so hard, Madam Pince came over to shush me. Draco stopped, but once she was gone, he went back to tickling at me.
I tried to hold in the laughs, snickering and squirming uncontrollably,

'Stop-stop! Please!' I whispered.

He pulled his hand away, and I was breathless. I gave a small pout, and he stuck his tongue out mockingly, which made me laugh, a little too loud.
Then, I darted away, tiptoeing slowly as I reached the entrance, with Madam Pince glaring at me. When I was out of her sight, I dashed off again. I could hear Draco a few feet behind me, and I giggled, dodging the crowds of students. He gave chase all the way down the halls, until we reached upstairs, into the common room.
I was completely exasperated, and my heart pounded for air in my lungs. Wet tendrils from the rain clung onto the sides of my face. I looked over at Draco, who was jogging slowly towards me, out of breath as well. He flashed a cheeky grin, obviously amused by the whole situation. I was too.