The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 46

After meeting with Dumbledore, Harry went back to Divination, and I went back to the Room of Requirement to meet Draco. I paced in front of the door three times. The door opened and I let myself into the big art hall. 

Draco was drawing at his desk with his back facing me, drawing in a sketchbook. He was listening to music through his earbuds that were connected to his Walkman and nodded along to the beat of the music. It was quite obvious that Draco wasn't aware that I was in the room.

A smile melted onto my face as I watched Draco, who appeared to be lost in his own world of musical thoughts.  I almost wanted to leave the room and leave him to his art—but I decided I needed to talk to him about something, so I stayed. 

I strolled up to him, careful not to disturb his peace. Once I was standing over his shoulder, I pressed a small kiss to his temple and hugged him around the neck from behind. I saw him tense slightly before easing into my touch. He took out his earbuds and looked at me.

"How long have you been here?" asked Draco, putting down his pencil and running his hand over mine. 

"Only about a minute, you looked so calm," I said. I pressed a kiss to his cheek and buried my face in the crook of his neck."

"I was, but I was getting bored," said Draco. "Are you okay now?" 

I stood up next to Draco's chair and. "I feel better. Talking with Dumbledore made me feel a little safer a guess. It also made me realize a few things." 

"Such as?" asked Draco. "You can sit if you want."

"Where?" I asked looking at his cluttered desk. I looked at him, confused. 

Draco's eyes flickered from me to his lap, and then I understood. 

"Oh," I thought as my face went bright red "He wants me to sit on his lap." 

"Potter, are you blushing?" asked Draco with a laugh. My face turned redder. "You've sat on my lap millions of times."

"I know, but..." my voice trailed off as my face turned the color of a tomato. "Shut up, Malfoy." 

Draco grinned, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling his legs and facing him.

"You're super cute when you're blushing," said Draco. 

"Shut up," I said, covering my face with my hands. 

Draco moved my hands away from my face and pecked me on the lips. Butterflies rushed into my stomach, and I immediately looked down so I wouldn't make eye contact. 

"You're adorable," said Draco, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Literally adorable."

If I could have possibly turned redder, I would have. I sighed, wrapped my arms around Draco's neck, and buried my face into his shoulder. Draco laughed and rubbed small circles on my back with his hands.

I couldn't help but realize how safe I felt with Draco; there was not a single worry in my mind that Draco would hurt me, and I could stay in his arms for hours on end.  With Cedric and Ryan, there was always some awkward tension or something of a sort—but with Draco that just didn't exist. I genuinely felt like he was one of my best friends along with being my boyfriend, which made me feel so much more comfortable. 

He was perfect, which was not something that I'd say about many people. 

"Now, what did you talk about with Dumbledore?" Asked Draco, still hugging me close to him. 

I told him the events that occurred in the Pensive, excluding the part about Neville's parents, what Moody and Fudge were discussing with Dumbledore before they left, the entirety of my conversation, and that Snape used to be a Death Eater.

Throughout the conversation, Draco had made brief comments about the things I was talking about; but when I reached the part about Snape, Draco looked anything but surprised.