All the Little Secrets| D.M. (18+)

Chapter 2

I was looking at the sunrise through my window when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a tall, slender figure slip through my door. Draco looked so handsome, he didn't have his hair slicked back today instead it was messy, loose, and parted a bit on the side. He was wearing an all-black jacket and black pants that made his pale skin look even paler. I also noticed he was twisting the one silver ring he wore around his thumb. Draco made his way toward me and plopped down right at the foot of my bed.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" I said looking out my window. I was too afraid to look into those piercing grey eyes of his.

"Yeah, I haven't watched the sunrise in quite some time." He sighed.

"Prue we should start packing your things." He got up from my bed and began walking toward the dresser.

I still wasn't used to Draco calling me by my new nickname so it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. When it finally sank in I threw the covers off me, snapped up out of bed, and revealed that I was already fully dressed. I pointed to show him that my one suitcase filled with the only personal items I owned was already packed and sitting right by the door.

"Oh wow and I thought you weren't excited to go to Hogwarts." he scoffed.

"I'm not excited to go there but I am excited to leave this place and see something new."

"Yeah yeah," he mumbled.

Draco looked me up and down.

"Well, are you going to go dressed like that?"

I was wearing a pink sweater with daisies embroidered all over and a pair of faded blue jeans.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I was so embarrassed and self-conscious now. 

Do I really look that bad?

"I mean nothing's wrong but, your outfit does look a bit childish. How old are you anyway?"

I ran to the small mirror that was hung up on the stark grey wall and looked myself over. I was a very short girl and the way these jeans were styled made me look even shorter. The bagginess of the pink sweater made it seem like I had no breasts at all. My long straight brown hair that fell neatly by the sides of my face didn't help me look any older or taller either. When I looked in the mirror I saw a 12-year-old girl staring back at me instead of the 15-year-old young woman that I was. Come to think of it the last time I was given clothes was on my 13th birthday because all the clothing items I had previously worn were tattered and no longer fit. I guess this would explain why my wardrobe was so childish. Draco was absolutely right my first outing into the real world couldn't possibly be done looking like this, but I didn't really have many clothing options to choose from.

"Prue! Prudence! Hello? I asked you a question."

"Oh sorry Draco. I'm...I'm fifteen." He looked absolutely shocked.

"There's no bloody way you're fifteen. I'm fifteen and I don't look as young as you." He scoffed.

At this point, I wanted to die. 

The only boy close to my age that I've ever come in contact with and he thinks I'm a big baby.

 This was so embarrassing, I could feel my face getting hotter and my blood boiling. I walked away from the mirror and towards the door to grab my bag my head hung low. I knew that if I looked at him it would only make me feel worse than I already did. Draco opened the door for me and as we made our way down the hall of the servant's quarters I could feel his eyes looking me up and down.

"Hey, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Sometimes I can sound like an ass but I'll make it up to you. Before we leave let's go into my house and you can pick something out of my mum's closet. She has about a million and one things that she barely wears. I bet she won't even notice anything is missing." He poked my ribs with his elbow.