domitilla peyton

3 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗟.

My stomach lunged at the thought of it.

Cedric had been closer to me since that day at the dinner hall. Every time between lessons, he would walk with me, talking about all sorts of random things. Over the span of our friendship, I had realised he was very talkative.

'-And the guy just fell off. It was not a pretty sight.' He exclaimed, bawling over with laughter. I giggled at this, smiling as I passed my class door.

'I have to go now,' I cocked my head towards the entrance, 'Potions.'

He gave a sweet grin,
'Ah, I have Herbology. See you, Domitilla.' He said, before walking down the hall, turning to the left.

As I stepped in past the door, a sudden wave of strong, familiar smells slapped right across my face. I crinkled my nose up, trying to adjust to the aroma.
There was something familiar about the scent. A mint of some sort. Peppermint. And what was that fruity taste? Apples? Green apples, if we were to be specific. It also seemed like Draco overloaded with the cologne today.

As I finally recovered, I walked over and took my seat next to the blonde boy.

'Morning, Peyton.' he grinned a side smirk.

I ignored the greeting, and leaned in slightly to smell him, trying to see how much exactly he had put on. He didn't notice, as he seemed to be sniffing too.

'God, Malfoy. You don't need that much perfume.' I snickered.

He raised an eyebrow at me in confusion.

'You're one to talk. I can smell your gross vanilla shampoo all the way from here.'

It was my turn for my eyebrows to raise up.

We were both cut off by Slughorn's voice.

'Good morning. Today's subject will be on something a bit more advanced for you lot. I am aware you all are slightly shocked by this sudden odour you can smell inside this classroom.'

I looked around, and surprisingly, everyone else was sticking their noses up in the room as well, smelling around.
The professor continued,

'Now, it will smell different for everyone. This potion right here,' he gestured at a small glass bottle, sitting on his wooden desk. My eyes widened in curiosity at the spiral waves of smoke wafting out of the potion. The liquid was such a beautiful, pearly sheen and as we all leaned our heads closer, the scent became so strong, it slightly stung my nostrils.

'This here, is called Amortentia. Can anybody explain what that is?'

Hermione was quick to shoot up her hand.
'Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the existence of the wizarding world. The scent itself, is different for everyone, as it smells of the things that attract them the most.'

My head spun.
I gaped so wide, my jaw was practically on the floor. I could hear others gasping and whispering to eachother as they recovered from what Hermione had just said.
My cheeks were burning.
Did I just smell-
No.
No way.
No way in hell.
I just smelled Draco Malfoy.
And he smelled
me.
I felt nauseous at that point. My feet were so unsteady, as if the ground just turned into water and my whole body was going to give way any second. Was I about to faint? Oh God, please just let me faint right now.
What just happened? I couldn't have smelled him. I barely tolerated him. How on bloody earth could I be attracted-

'Um.' I heard him clear his throat.

My vision gradually came back, as I snapped myself out of my thoughts. My eyes twitched frantically around the room. I realised everyone had sat down and I was still standing, staring at the wall in front of me.
Quickly, I crashed into my seat, and started fiddling with everything. Anything. My hair became decidedly so interesting, that I twirled it around awkwardly, pretending to pick at the ends. I had to distract myself. He was sitting right by me, and I couldn't bear to look at him. He was most likely doing his stupid grin, probably so proud of himself.

'Domitilla?'

His sudden call of my name made me accidentally spin my head right around to face him, making me mentally curse myself as I did exactly what I couldn't.
But he wasn't grinning. He wasn't even amused.
He looked a bit...lost? Curious. Hopeful.
His expression looked like how I remembered it in first year. His widened, soft eyes, and doe-like features were expressed on his face, making him look so much younger. So much more innocent. Confused.
It was hard to read it on his face. Not when I got lost in those foggy ocean eyes of his.

'Drac-'

Then the bell rang. Class was over. This hellhole was over.
I scraped everything off my table and shoved it into my satchel, zipping it in a hurry, before running off to make my irrational escape. His shouts could barely be heard as I blocked them out, shoving my way past the crowd and into the hallways.

'Peyton! Wait- Peyton!'

Lessons went by in a blur.

My heartbeat finally returned back to normal by the end of third period, and it was already lunch break.
Not having the stomach to eat at all, I scurried over to the library, where I could hide in peace. I didn't want to face anyone. I wouldn't even know what to say if they asked why I looked so ghastly.
My stomach twisted when I saw Cedric walking down the same corridor. His head was in a book and luckily didn't look up to face me. In an instant, I made a quick turn towards the stairs, hiding underneath them. My breath caught as I heard him walk by, the air of his robe whoosing past my face.
Coast clear.
I made a run for the library, finally reaching it and bashing through the entrance in a shortness of breath. For a second, I lost my balance, and almost tumbled over, when my reflexes came, and I grabbed the nearest shelf, making a few books fall off onto the floor.

'Fuck.' I whispered to myself, bending down to pick them up.

I didn't notice, however, that Draco was sat right in front of me, in between two bookshelves, on a chair that was placed in the corner.
Grinning, he glided over my way, bending to the floor to help me.
It was only then, that I noticed him, when we both lifted our heads, banging them together like rocks as our skulls collided.
I rubbed my head harshly, looking up to see him. I blinked to gain my line of vision again, feeling the painful throb gradually increase.

'Ow, watch it.' he frowned at me, also going through his scalp, as if checking to see if a lump was going to grow on top soon.

'You watch it, dummy!' I whisper yelled at him.

'Hey, don't call me a dummy, you dummy. I was trying to help.' he offered the books he had picked up, narrowing his eyes at me.

I snatched them from his hands,
'Geez, thanks for giving me a concussion. I'm certainly grateful for your service.' I sarcastically saluted, placing the books back on the shelf.

I had expected him to walk away from my insult, but instead he snorted, trying to keep his giggle fit quiet. I bit my lip in frustration. Why is he so annoying.
Eventually, he recovered, leaning his arm against one of the shelves. He lasered his stoney eyes at mine. I could feel my heart jump up my throat.

'So,' He began, tapping his finger against the hard wood. 'Guess it wasn't my cologne.'

I rolled my eyes, acting unfazed, but it was obvious for me to notice butterflies erupting in my stomach as he winked at me, his eyes of blue reflecting against mine.

He suddenly leaned closer, and closer. So close, his hands were placed on either side of me, pinned against the wall. So close, I could feel the way his jumper scratched against my robe. My heart immediately hitched to a stop, as the minty breath tickled lightly against my flushed cheeks. I could count every eyelash, every freckle on his nose if I wanted. When his eyes finally broke away from mine, it flicked towards my lips, then back up again, the grey stones cutting deep into my soul.

'You-you don't...' I stammered.

'I don't what?'

'You don't like me like that.'

'How would you know?'

A mischievous grin formed on his delicate mouth, and that was when I broke out of my hypnosis.

Before he could do anything, I didn't want to know what he was going to do, I pushed his arms away, sprinting out the doors, so fast, so quick, it felt like I was going through time. Everything around me blurred as I ran faster than ever before. My feet propelled through the hallways, the corridors, up the stairs, and they finally slowed down when I reached the painting. My throat felt cold and dry, as I swallowed down all the air I could.

'Pure-blood.' I gasped out.

It opened gradually, and I squeezed through, hurriedly making my way towards my room. I felt all the hairs on my body go up as I heard his exhausted voice,

'Peyton, why-'

'I'm busy!' I shouted behind me, as I slammed my bedroom door shut, locking it and flopping onto the bed. I heard his footsteps get quieter, until his sounds became inaudible.

Why did he-

After not even acknowledging me for a whole year.

Why now?

I sighed into my pillow.

What the fuck.