domitilla peyton

𝗜 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗.

'I've missed you.'

I pushed forward with my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He gripped onto my waist as I was pulled closer, anchoring me.
I studied those solid, pure eyes. If you stared hard enough, you could see the tinges of blue edging his cold irises. They had the colour of light ash, after the fire had been smoked out. Black delicate lashes scattered across, adorning them.

I looked into him.

He looked into me.

Our eyes locked for what felt like forever.

His face was so close, I could smell the raw fragrance of mint and ambrosial apple.

Then I kissed him.

My lips melted with his. Softly, and delicately. His eyes fluttered close like butterfly wings.

He kissed back.

My heart surged for his touch, as he printed his tender lips firmly against mine.
My feet felt numb as they balanced on the ground, my knees ached weakly for support. I felt faint. The whole room spun. It was like I wasn't on planet earth. Like I was in a different universe. Maybe heaven.

His hold grew tighter. My arms latched on to his neck.

I don't know how long our lips had stayed, but it was just enough, so that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmth of his cheeks tickling against mine.
I pulled away, finally opening my eyes to see him.
A soft smile grew on his face, dimples were deeply indented on his cheeks. I took a mental picture of that smile. I could notice the little scar on his left eyebrow, I had forgotten how he'd got it. I wish I remembered.

He looked absolutely handsome in that suit. It was as black as the night, enhancing his creamy complexion and sharp eyes. Every aspect of him; little tendrils of blonde falling over his forehead, his loosely done top buttons, made me adore him even more.

It was only then, that I realised his palms were still pressed against my waist, that my arms were hanging off his collar bone. But I didn't care. I didn't care in that moment.

'Draco.'

'Yes, dummy?' he whispered dulcetly.

My face fell.
Then I untangled myself from his arms.

'Draco...'

He looked over at me, expectantly.

I shook my head, trying to clear the blurring thoughts building up inside.

'I can't... Draco.'

'Why not?'

All of a sudden, I felt uneasy. I was going to topple over like a stack of unevenly placed cards. I grabbed the nearest chair, and slumped onto it.

Draco sat next to me.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't kiss the boy I've loved for too long. The boy who didn't love me back. The boy who loved another girl. Who still loved that girl.

'Domitilla?'

I snapped my head up, staring at him.

'I can't.' I whispered,
'Not when you and Pansy just broke up. No. You still love her.'
I felt myself spilling out the thoughts, flooding him with my emotions.

He stopped me, placing a cold hand on my bare arm. It sent tingles across the surface of my skin, causing goosebumps to spot all around.
Before he could speak, another voice echoed through the vibrations of music.

'Peyton-'

Both our eyes darted over to the boy leaning against the wall, head tilted forward slightly, his dark hair ruffled above his brows.

'Cedric.' I ran over to him, clutching onto my dress to avoid treading on the hem, which trailed across the floor.

'Where were you?' he asked.

I gulped. A wave of guilt washed over suddenly as his eyes sadly questioned me.
This was the boy I should've been dancing with.

'Cedric, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you there. We can-'

'It's okay. I'll see you on Monday.' he gave a forgiving smile, then glanced at Draco, who was now standing defensively next to me, his jaw fixed tight.

'You don't deserve a girl like her, Malfoy.' He stated, before walking out the door of the hall.

I sighed heavily, still in shock at what just happened. My knees shook as I stood. I ran my hands through my hair. It had now gone flat, from all the dancing.
Then I looked at Draco.
He kept his gaze at the ground, shifting his feet slightly against the floor. His fingers played with each other, as he looked like he was trying to think of something to recite.
He flustered a little, his lips twitched, before stammering,

'I-I know I don't deserve you.'

I felt every part of my body desperately want to grab and kiss him again.
His eyes drooped sadly. He spun one of his silver rings round and round his index finger, still keeping his stare down, away from me.

We were both left standing in the hall, neither of us saying anything. Tension hung in the air, and I felt my face get hotter from the anxiety.

'Do you still love Pansy?' My voice strained, and it was hard to speak.

His eyes jumped up. He looked exasperated.

'Me and Pansy are broken up. Why can't you just understand that?'

'Because you still love her.'

'No, I don't.'

'You still care about her.'

'I care about you!' he suddenly burst out.

My chest tightened and my lips parted slightly in shock. I picked at the skirt of my dress.

'God, Go- I care about you.' he repeated, whispering it to himself more than to me.

I was about to say, 'I care about you too.' but I was afraid he wouldn't understand me, not with my throat so bottled up.

'Do you like me?' his voice came out vulnerable. Not the type I've really heard before. He didn't sound bored, or amused, and he didn't have that famous lazy smirk that was always plastered on his face.

'What?'

'Do you like me?'

I go completely still. My heart thudded in my chest, and it was difficult to think all of a sudden. Time went so slow, as I tried to think of what to say. My mouth opened and closed like a fish, but no sound came out. The ominous music bore into my ears.

'Yes.'

His eyes softened, and in that moment I just wanted to melt into the ground.

'It's getting late.' I whispered, 'I think I'm gonna go.'

I walked away, and he didn't stop me.
The drifting sound of music left my ears as I descended outside the manor, stepping into my awaited ride.
The moment I closed the car doors, all the sounds of the night shut away.

My arms already felt cold without his touch.

The moon graced the sky, easing the dark night as its honey rays reflected the silhouettes of the tall trees. The car rumbled lightly beneath me, as it rolled over the bumpy, cobblestone paths.
My fingers flew to my lips. I could still feel the memory of his touch linger onto them, the taste of his skin tickling faintly.
Butterflies surged and danced inside my stomach. Everything felt overwhelming all of a sudden. I was glad there was a seat under me, or I would have already collapsed to the floor by then.

Time unravelled into nothingness, as I just sat there, playing the promise of my memory over and over in my head.

- sorry this is a bit embarrazzing

okay sorry guys for the slight slow burn ik

anyways have a good day i love u my darlings xx