I want you (Draco Malfoy Love story)

Chapter forty-six

My head rest on Draco's shoulder while his left arm wrapped around me and his right one holding my knee. We hadn't moved from the closed doorway and the both of us were still heavily leaning on the door. My tear stained cheeks were ice cold now trying to regulate themselves to a normal temperature after i had worked myself up so hard. I hadn't yet explained to Draco the conversation of which me and my mother shared, instead i had sat crying and gasping for air in his arms for the last twenty minutes. I had expected her to come up the stairs knocking for me but it was clear she knew better in this situation. I broke my back off from the door and slowly rose to my feet and walked over to my bed where i perched on the very edge. Silk and soft the sheets crumpled beneath me as i felt around the material for comfort with my hands. Draco said nothing too and sat beside me, i suddenly felt guilty for the fact he had just held me in my desperate moments without having an understanding why. I turned my body and laid my head down on the pillow staring up at my roof, "She told me she had tried to protect me my whole life", he laid his head next to mine on the opposite pillow and also stared up at the roof as i began to talk, "From death eaters, my father had been one, he died when i was young. I didn't know he was a death eater until this moment. She thinks associating with you will send me down a dark path, i disagree.". He looked at me and then back at the roof for a while before speaking "My parents are both death eaters, it's a family thing i suppose. My mother wouldn't ever allow me to be apart of it, not that i'd want to anyway" he said in a flat tone voice. I pushed my hand out from my side and felt around for his before finding it and interlocking our fingers. "She doesn't see what i see though Draco, i don't think anyone can see what i see" i whisper my own voice being to loud to handle. He looked at me urging to carry on without having to say if for himself. "You're like snow Draco Malfoy beautiful but cold, you read the rules before you break them, your stubborn and complicated and you don't give a fuck about your reputation. But all of that just draws me in closer, and when i'm closer i can see the kindness and curiosity in you, the strong and the weak and i can see you have a good heart, it's just been broken before" i breathed out the words effortlessly, something that had been looming in my head for a long time. He stared at me with his crystal blue eyes, they were deep like an ocean i could drown in. "I don't ever want to share you Bellamy, your mine" his husky voice came through "i want people to know your mine". I stared into his eyes scanning his expressions trying to make sense of his words, "I'm never sure what you mean when you say things like that" i whispered. He breathed in heavily and brought him self closer to me "You are mine Bellamy, you're my girlfriend and i don't want anyone else to think they can have you". My heart skipped in my chest pounding so fast that i could hear it through my rib cage.  I turned to face him which left me closer to him then i expected, "that's all i ever wanted to be, yours". His eyes were bright and shining, i barely got chance to take in his cheeky pearly grin because before i knew it we were lip locked again. This time even more passionately than before.

A couple of hours passed as we laid on my bed together, this window was open blowing at my curtains as gusts of wind came through. We had passed the time by having continuous conversations one strange idea leading to another whole branch of conversations. Every couple of conversations led to another round of kissing, which i didn't mind at all. The night went fast and the both of us began to drop to sleep while still in conversation. But it was ok, i didn't mind his drifted words as he fell off into sleep. The cold in the room didn't touch me while i was wrapped in his arms, i liked the closeness of it all, the contact that made me know, i was the one he wanted.

My most regrettable decision from last night was not closing my curtains, we both woke bright and early as the winter sun beamed through my open window. Once i awoke, before Draco although i think he was only dozing at this point, my first movement was jumping out of bed and closing the window and curtain at once so i could crawl back into bed and head off to sleep once again. Just as i was about to curl back into Draco's open arms a sharp knock came from my door. "Lucy, it's Anna" the small voice came after the large knock, "the maid Anna?" she questioned me as though i wouldn't remember her. I rolled my eyes at the fact i was to have to get out of bed again, nevertheless i hopped out of bed again and walked over to the door where i only opened a crack to speak through to her. I smiled broadly at her once it was open, "Anna!" i chimed in a cheery voice to concrete that i still remembered who she was, even though it had only been a few months. I looked down on her as she smiled back up at me, i had always considered myself quite a small being at the height of five foot two but once i met Anna i realised there were indeed much smaller people, her bright wrinkled eyes beamed up at me "You are expected for a breakfast this morning with your mother". I smiled down back at her trying to hide the irritant in my thoughts, does this woman think a breakfast will settle us through the lies she has told me my whole life. But i nodded at her and smiled "Of course Anna i will be ready within the half hour". Anna nodded satisfied with my answer "And the Mr.Malfoy, in which room would be be staying your mother has requested his presence also"she answered. At this moment i realised i didn't actually notify anyone that Draco was going to be staying with me, in my room. Shyly i broke my voice down a little quieter "Erm... Draco will be staying with me, i shall make sure the both of us are down there, together". Anna gave a small smile not even looking shocked, "All grown you are now Lucy, i remember when you were much younger, you asked me to address you as Madame Bellamy, always wanted to be like your mother. Now look at you barely a little girl left; but gosh darn look at the time i have some staff to be ordering" She chuckled before scurrying back down the stairs, most likely to order around staff like she said. I lingered at the door for a moment longer a train of thought entering my mind as i replayed her words in my head. 'always wanted to be like your mother' the words brought tears to my eyes pricking and almost falling. Until a groan called out behind me "What time do you call this Bellamy, get back to bed!".

I turned around and shut my door to see a dazed half asleep Draco spread across my bed a sleepy smirk plastered on him, somehow he still managed to look amazing first thing in the morning. I laid down next to him gently trying hard to not give in and fall back asleep next to him, instead i mumbled out to him "We have a breakfast to attend Malfoy, better be getting your arse up". He didn't even open his eyes to me instead just made a strange groan? maybe he said something? Whatever it was i wasn't sure. I lifted myself from the bed and opened my drawers to find a comfortable pair of joggers, carefully i changed into them luckily without Draco seeing; insecurity got the better of me. I again changed my top half into a cropped hoodie and slipped a pair of slippers on before calling over to Draco "Seriously Draco you gotta get up". I was halfway through throwing my hair into a scrunched when i watched him stumble around my floor sleepily looking for his bag to find a change of clothes. Once he did he quickly took his top off and began fumbling around again, suddenly i found my cheeks redden. I tried to busy myself with sorting my hair; a distraction, anything to stop myself from gawking at him like an idiot. But then his voice came from behind me cockily "I know your trying not to look Bellamy" i could hear his steps getting closer to me. Suddenly i could see him reflected on the mirror before me, now i couldn't escape view of him. He bent lower to reach ear level, "If we had a little more time i'd suggest you take your top off too" he whispered into my ear. Chills were sent down my spine. Just as i was about to turn around to grab him and pull him closer he had already walked away slipping through my fingers. I felt as though i couldn't breathe around him, and yet again he left me completely flustered forgetting what i was doing. Once again i looked down at my watch to see it twenty minutes had somehow quickly passed us. I turned from my mirror and hurried toward my door grabbing Draco's hand on the way. I forced him out the room and traipsed us down the stairs the both of us still half awake and definitely in need of much more sleep. I breathed in heavily as we got to the remaining steps once we levelled with the first floor. "You have a god damn lot of stairs you know" Draco stretched one arm in the air and yawned lifting his shirt slightly, something again i forced myself to look away from. I rolled my eyes and let go of the breath, together we entered the room. It was bright now filled with morning sunlight from the large windows, the white walls seemed to glow with bits of gold lining and ornament shining, the long diner table was filled with tea pots and coffee; fruit; pastries; eggs and bacon. And at the end my mum sat head of the table acting as though last night i hadn't been told life changing information. "Good morning the both of you" she said cheerily. I could tell Draco was ready to politely reply but i cut him off before he could do so, "Why do you want us here". The both of us sat down a couple of seats down from her. I grabbed the coffee pot and began pouring coffee into a tiny china cup placed before me and then continued to also pour Draco a cup then grabbed a small pot of milk.

"Tonight we will be having a Christmas ball". The pot of milk nearly dropped out of my hand and onto the table but luckily i caught it before it smashed and caused a mess. I felt Draco's hand squeeze my thigh warning me to calm. Politely, but clearly passively aggressively i choked back to her, "We will be having a Christmas ball". Another one of my mums excuses to pretend the world isn't crumbling beneath our feet.