Black swan

Hot chocolate

[Are you bored yet? -Wallows feat Clairo]

*Ophelia*

Why Lucas was at the party is beyond me. Why he was slinging his arm around Fae, was WAY beyond me.
And why Fae was back, and more importantly, why she was slinking but to my ex. Made my head spin.

Fae became friends with me and Sarah in year 3, and then Lucas joined later on in that year. And so it became the 4 of us. Causing havoc and telling each other everything.
Fae had told us during the summer that her mum had decided to home school her and keep her away from Hogwarts because of what happened in the previous year. And we didn't blame her.

If I could I would have stayed at home too. 

I left Lucas near the end of the summer. Writing a letter filled with spelling mistakes and tear stains.
I loved him. I did. But he just didn't fit into my life as my boyfriend anymore, and as much as I hurt, he has a right to hurt more.
I just didn't think he would hurt with my close friend around his waist.

The past summer had such a range of events that it truly changed me, and even returning back to Hogwarts had given me hurdles to propel myself over.

Like Marcus.

But Draco had helped me. Saved me even, and even let me in his room. Why?
And why the fuck do I torture myself like this? He's king asshole, prince of Slytherin. A bully. Someone who made my life hell for so long.
But he helped me, and surely there is more to him than dickhead?

I climb into bed, nuzzling my pillow hoping to sleep.
I need to find a way to pay Malfoy...fuck...Draco. Back.

*******

I wake up groggy, rolling over checking the time.

10:13 Sunday

I slept for almost 24 hours, and I'm hungry. Really hungry.
I swing my legs off the bed, stretching looking around my room. I was still wearing the clothes Draco offered me, not bothering to change out of them when I got to my dorm.

I slither out of them, stalking to my wardrobe hoping to find something comfy. I settle for an oversized white jumper and a beige jogger bottoms. Cozy yet warm.

I brush my hair throwing it into a messy bun, wanting my hair out my face as I apply lip balm, feeling my lips clap for the moisture.
And soon I'm heading out the door, purse in hand

******

I knock on the big door, the noise echoing around the empty room.
I hear shuffling inside and then the door clicks open and I speak before I freeze.

"You hungry?" I ask twisting my jumper in my hand

"Uh. Yeah I guess." Draco replies looking confused in his joggers.

"Well. I know a nice little cafe in Hogsmede. Get ready, you have 20 minutes. And don't worry. I'm paying"
I smirk ushering him in as he chuckles and closes the door.

His smirk. Ugh.

*******

We walk through the streets of Hogsmede, frost crunching under our feet.
Draco wears a black jumper underneath his blazer. He looks warm.

I should have brought a jacket.

"So. Where are we going?" He asks breaking the silence. Glancing over as he walks around a puddle frozen over.

"Just a small cafe. And they do the best cooked breakfast. Oh and their hot chocolate is amazing!"

Draco laughs. A real true laugh, the noise tricking through my ears making a blush rise on my cheeks.
"Aren't you too young for hot chocolate Ms Ophelia?" He snickers.