domitilla peyton

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗢 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗥.

It happened when I was questioning Harry about the potions essay, as well as making sure to hide my hands behind my back, when a figure stalked behind me and tapped on my shoulder once again. I spun around to see the blonde boy hovering inches away from my face. Embarrassed, I pulled back and grumbled,

'What is it you want, Malfoy?' I said, a bit less aggressive this time. I didn't feel like starting fights today.

'We've got Potions next. Come with me.' he grinned and cocked his head towards the door of the corridor.

Harry gave me a peculiar look, but I just shrugged my shoulders and gave him a 'I have no idea what's going on' look. Then we both set off as he escorted me away, his hand placed on the small of my back.
We walked in silence, although it wasn't exactly awkward. More frightening. Draco never had been too nice to me so of course I was careful. He was always a bit of a dick. But something about him made me feel something. I couldn't describe it to you.
Crossing the halls felt like crossing continents. It took forever. I forgot how much I hated walking to class. Especially walking with him.

To my dismay, obvious on my face, I had to sit next to Draco. He, of course, grinned at this.

'How fun sitting next to the pretty girl.' he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

My head shot up from the desk. He called me 'pretty'? Draco Malfoy just called me pretty. I tried to stop myself from smiling by biting the inside of my cheeks. My face was probably embarrassingly flushed as well.

'It's delightful to sit next to you, too.' I said, my words dripping with sarcasm.

He tilted his head in amusement, then leaned in closer, so close his lips were practically touching my ear.

'I don't bite, Peyton.' he whispered.

'Ugh, you're gross.' I pushed him forcefully back in his seat, but could feel my stomach flip. He just chuckled at this, probably so proud of himself.

Professor Slughorn was waffling on about lists of antidotes, when Draco cut me out of focus, nudging my arm. I decided to ignore him, keeping my eyes towards the class. He nudged me again, practically elbowing me at that point.

'Cut it out, will you?' I snapped, finally turning to face him.

'You know my mum,' He started, as if I hadn't spoken. 'She's organising this ball with all the family friends, and your family's coming. So...What are you wearing?' he winked.

The ball. Oh my god. It was in a month, and I hadn't even thought about it, let alone what dress I was going to wear.

'What's it to you? Besides, you can't ask a girl what dress she's gonna wear before a ball. It ruins the surprise.' I explained cooly, waving a hand in front of his face, and trying to conceal the fact that I had completely forgotten.

He snorted at this, looking back down at his paper, then taking a few glances up at me, cracking up again.

Minutes, hours, or days went by, the lesson still went on and on. We were both cutting up ingredients for our potions, me having the duty of crushing up spider legs. One of the legs flew off my knife and landed on my robe sleeve.

'Oh my god, that is disgusting!' I flicked my hand in the air. Draco looked up and started laughing.

'You are so dramatic. Here-'

He took my arm and lifted up the sleeve, but that was when he saw the cuts from Umbridge. They scarred my hand, still bright red and bruised. I was praying they weren't going to stay there forever.
I quickly tried to pulled away, but his intense hold tugged stronger, causing my hand to ache and making me yelp as his rings dug into my skin. His brows melted in anger, and his voice came out like a growl,

'Who did this to you Domitilla?'

'Nothing. Stop- let go-'

Tears started clouding my eyes, and he blinked, realising the pain he caused. Immediately, he let go, and I pulled back, holding my hand in pain. I gasped, as all the blood rushed back to my hand.

'I-I'm- I didnt mean to-' he said with guilt.

I pressed my lips together and tried to stop the tears from falling.

'Just- just leave me alone.' I breathed, trembling as I climbed out from my desk. Professor was too busy somehow, that he didn't notice me quietly run out.

The bathroom door slammed shut and I slumped towards the mirror, looking into the dusty, cracked glass. God, why did my eyes always puff up like that? I held my hand up. The indents of the rings were still present on my wrist.
Now that I was alone, I couldn't stop the crying. I don't know why I even cried in the first place. It was pathetic. Emotions were everywhere. But when I started, I couldn't stop.
My hand tingled with pain. It hurt. It hurt a lot. It felt limp. Fresh tears burnt my sore cheeks, and the taste of salt dripped down into my lips as they fell.

I don't know how long it had been. Minutes, maybe hours, I stayed there.

Sitting on the damp floor, head buried in my arms, there was a gentle knock.

'Domi?' the voice was Draco's, although it was soft and cautious, something I had never heard before.

I looked up, and quickly scurried to stand. I froze completely, heart pumping so fast, it was as if it missed a few beats. My breath held still as I saw the reflection of him in the mirror. Stepping out the room, he was only a few inches away, but I did not dare make eye contact.

'Hey, i-'

'Piss off Malfoy' I spat, shoving him hard in the chest and starting to walk away. A cold hand wrapped round my wrist, but this time it was careful to be gentle. I turned around, glaring into his saddened, grey eyes. But I didn't pull away.

'I'm uh, i- I'm-' he looked down at the floor, then back up at my curious eyes, still holding on.
'I'm sorry Domi. I was harsh. I didn't mean to be.'

I brought my eyes down away from him, to prevent getting lost in his stare. Draco examined my hand again, which writing was still etched into the skin. He flinched slightly at the sight, then slowly traced his cold fingers over the marks. I could feel tingles run through my spine at his touch.

'Does it still hurt?'

I shook my head, but he noticed the way my eyes winced as he brushed onto them.

'I stole some healing ointment from the hospital wing. I can put it on for you, if you want...Look. I'm sorry-'

'It's okay.' I finally said, taking his hand and holding it with reassurance.

He smiled.

'Good. Good.' his brows released its tension in relief.

Not being used to affection, or hand holding at all even, he awkwardly pulled away and started fiddling with his rings, not knowing what to say next. I grinned at this. I had never seen this unsure version of Draco before. It calmed me, knowing he could be so nice.

'I-um- do you want me to put it on? The healing ointment thing, I mean.'

'Oh! Right. Um, yes please.' I stuttered, sitting down on the sink counter, as he stood beside me.

He revealed the pot of ointment from his robe pocket and started dabbing in it with a piece of cotton.

'This might sting a bit.' He added, without attitude. His voice sounded so genuine. Genuinely concerned.

He started gently patting my hand, and it hurt like hell. The ointment seeped through the deep cuts, but the coolness finally swept in quick, and made the wounds feel so much better. Like a cold drink in the hot sun. I sighed as the pain vanished away. Time slowed down, as he kept patting. His face had changed so much since I'd properly seen it. He looked more...defined. His cheekbones were more prominent, and his height escalated quite quick in two months.

A familiar moment. Just us two. Like before.

I hopped off the counter, smoothing out my robe.

'You didn't have to do that.' I muttered.

He chuckled,
'You've got a funny way of saying thank you.' He hesitated, before reaching out his hand for me, grinning.

'Friends?'

My stomach did double flips, making me feel all giddy. I took his hand.

'Friends.'

omd this chapter literally makes no sense like why did she cry idk - but i relate to crying for no reason
just enjoy the soft draco moment have a good day i love u xx