domitilla peyton

I liked to watch him when he's not looking.

We were both sat in the library, opposite each other on a table, reading books. He kept his face lowered down slightly, examining the pages, as he had an exam due the next day. An arm rested on the table, with the other holding the book up as he sat calmly.

I liked to admire the way he smiles when it's genuine. The crease of his cheeks as he laughs that husky laugh of his. It was a special laugh. It was breathy, yet soft and it always happens when you make a sarcastic joke. He loved sarcastic jokes.
And those grey, cloudy eyes. It's not even the fact that they're grey that made me so compelled. It's the way they glisten, and the way they hypnotise you when you stare. It's the way I can't even make eye contact, without getting sudden butterflies in my stomach.

My eyes traced his face, along his jawline, the way his cheekbones slope and curve. They looked so prominent, yet there's a clearness, an openness to him. Like he's still a little boy. I could see it in the focus in his eyes. The determination. The way he feels the need to prove himself. It was there.

He kept reading, and some water dripped off his wet blonde hair, which ruffled over his forehead, obscuring his eyes. The shoulders of his sweater were slightly damp from rain.

Suddenly, he smirked, still gazing at the book, 'You know, if you want to take a picture, you can just ask.'

I rolled my eyes and smiled, shaking my head and glancing back at my pages.

He promptly shut his book close, and stared at me.
I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised questionably,

'What?'

He set his chin on his palm, and kept his gaze on me, giving a cute grin,

'You're pretty.'

I started to blush, and smiled self-consciously, my face felt embarrassingly hot,

'Thank you.'

He placed his arms on the table, and leaned in to me,

'You really are, darling.'

Then, he pecked me lightly on the nose. My heart fluttered and I could feel the inside of my stomach being tickled.

I looked back down at my book, Advanced Potion Making, reading over a new chapter. I decided I might as well get my essay done early, and so some research before, even if it was due the next week.
But anything was barely understandable, with Draco leaning in every 5 seconds to see what I was reading. I sighed, looking at him annoyed,

'You're getting water on my book.'

He reached out and tickled me, the soft spot on my neck. I squealed so hard, Madam Pince came over to shush me. Draco stopped, but once she was gone, he went back to tickling at me.
I tried to hold in the laughs, snickering and squirming uncontrollably,

'Stop-stop! Please!' I whispered.

He pulled his hand away, and I was breathless. I gave a small pout, and he stuck his tongue out mockingly, which made me laugh, a little too loud.
Then, I darted away, tiptoeing slowly as I reached the entrance, with Madam Pince glaring at me. When I was out of her sight, I dashed off again. I could hear Draco a few feet behind me, and I giggled, dodging the crowds of students. He gave chase all the way down the halls, until we reached upstairs, into the common room.
I was completely exasperated, and my heart pounded for air in my lungs. Wet tendrils from the rain clung onto the sides of my face. I looked over at Draco, who was jogging slowly towards me, out of breath as well. He flashed a cheeky grin, obviously amused by the whole situation. I was too.

'I've got to change, but meet me here in 5 minutes?' he asked.

I nodded, smiling wide, before heading to my own dorm.
I had just realised how uncomfortable I'd been, with all the damp clothing sticking to my body. I looked down, and had seen my dress became slightly see-through. Whoops.

I rummaged my hands through my trunk, trying to quickly find an outfit to piece together.
I eventually decided to go with a white buttoned-up blouse, and an oversized sweatshirt in the colour hunter green. I also dressed on a white tennis skirt, this time matched with a pair of tights. I didn't want to freeze to death again.
My hair was slightly frizzed from the wind and rain, so I gathered it all up in a loose high ponytail, my curtain bangs falling out messily.

I stumbled out of my dorm, yanking on my Mary Jane platforms as I went out to the common room, and saw that Draco was already standing there, by the fireplace.

'You took your time.' He smirked, as he eyed me up and down admiringly.

He wore a green corduroy jacket over his grey hoodie, with a pair of grey joggers.
I tried to ignore how handsome he looked. His hair was still messy, but it looked like he dried if off with a towel.

I looked over at the clock by the couches, and saw it was already 4:59pm.

'It's almost dinner. We should go.' I said.

Abruptly, my stomach growled, causing me to blush awkwardly.

Draco noticed, and chortled in amusement,

'Hungry now, are we?'

'Oh be quiet.' I smiled through the redness.

He smirked, then turned around to grab a puffer jacket, which was hanging off a chair armrest.
He picked it up, throwing it to me.

'Here,' he said, 'It's cold outside.'

I took it curiously,
'Outside? Where are we eating dinner?' I asked.

'Hogsmeade. We're meeting my mates there.'

I nodded blindly at the sudden plan. What was I getting myself into? Were his friends going to judge me? I hadn't ever really spoken to them before. Only Blaise and Adrian. They were nice, I guess, so how bad could the rest be?

We had been walking down the hill for a long time, finally reaching past Shrieking Shack, and into the village.
It got quieter as the sky darkened, and all we could hear were the rustling of leaves under our footsteps.
My heels felt sore, and I paused for a second to rub them.
Draco didn't notice, and he kept on walking, so I had to jog over to catch up. God, his legs were long. I forgot how he would always beat me in running races to the lake, and how I would be practically gasping for air by the time I reached his speed.

As we pulled in to the village, it bustled with activity and loud company.
Familiar faces were spotted all around, tucking into their food, and buying warm cups of hot chocolate.
It started smelling more like October, with the crisp, dry wind flapping across my face, and the sun lowering earlier in the evening.

We both squeezed past the crowds of people, making our way to The Three Broomsticks.

The moment he pushed open the door, a wave of warm air collided with my numb cheeks. The cosy atmosphere comforted my frozen limbs, and I felt them un-stiffen slowly.
Draco started pushing through, searching for his friends, who were sat at a big table on the far left. Their loud and heavy voices took up most of the building.

'Mate!' Adrian waved at Draco, who took his hand, bringing them in to a classic guy hug.

The rest of his friends patted him on the back as he was greeted.
I stood awkwardly, frantically trying to think of what to do.
Should I say hi? Should I just sit down?

'This your girl, Malfoy?'

I looked up. One of his friends was staring at me, and he gave a little wave, casually chewing on a toothpick. His messy hair was the colour of acorn brown, an easy smile playing on his lips, and his eyes were rich blue, almost like Draco's, but maybe more darker.

I waved back.
Then I glanced at Draco. He gave me a sweet grin, wrapping his arm round my waist and gesturing me to sit down on a chair by the table. As we both scooted down, he said,

'Yeah, she is. Dummy, this is Hugo Rivera.'

I noticed him from when Draco hung out with his whole group at lunch, but never really talked to any of them.

'Hi.' I spoke meekly. Why was I so nervous around his friends?

Hugo gave me a funny look, 'Your name's Dummy?'

I quickly hurried to say,
'No, no. It's Domitilla.' I chuckled nervously.

He howled with laughter, and scuffed up Draco's hair mockingly.
I giggled a bit, and saw Draco blush in embarrassment at my nickname.

'Alright. Alright. You can shut up now.' Draco groaned.

Hugo shook his head, still chuckling,

'Unbelievable, Malfoy.' then he turned to me, 'He's usually not like this; giving bloody nicknames for his girls. I mean, especially not you-'

Draco elbowed him in the shoulder, then looked at me apologetically.
I gave a small smile, but was slightly confused. What did he mean especially not me?

The night went on repeatedly, with everyone chugging on their drinks, laughing at jokes, and gossiping about all sorts.
I sipped quietly on my butterbeer, just listening to all the boys talk about their new quidditch match.
I had already felt like going back to my dorm.

Hugo butted in to one of their conversations, slightly buzzed from their secret stash of drinks,

'Hey, Peyton. Are you coming to practice?' he asked me.

I glanced at Draco, who was looking at me expectingly.
I hadn't really paid much attention to quidditch. I had only ever been to watch matches, but never training. I shrugged,

'Sure. When is it?'

'Next week. You can watch Malfoy fall off his fucking broom again, innit?' he sniggered, winking at me.

Draco gasped, shoving him in the chest,

'Rivera, I swear to God-'

We all laughed, Draco's cheeks were a bit stained from the teasing.

I went back to sipping, but my eyes started feeling heavy.
I yawned a little into my puffer jacket, and Draco noticed.

'You want to go back?' he asked, wrapping his arm round my back.

I shook my head, 'No, it's okay.'

But he dismissed this, and started to stand up, holding onto my hand.

'Right,' he said to the boys, 'My girl and I are going now.'

My heart fluttered at 'My girl'. I was his. And he was mine.

'See you, double Ds. Nice meeting you, Domitilla.' Hugo nodded politely at me, but I could see the hint of pitying on his face.

I smiled back in response.

'Nice seeing you!' I called out as Draco and I made our way out of the building.

He swept me along the street, a hand still placed firmly on the small of my back.
I could get used to this treatment.

It was a long way to walk, and a very silent night, but it wasn't awkward at all. It felt pleasant, having someone walk with you quietly, just the two of us. I suddenly felt very awake, with the gentle, cold breeze blowing on my face.

'Draco?'

'Hm?'

'Nevermind.'

'What? Just say it.'

'Um.' I paused, 'Do your friends like me?'

He faces me, I could see his smile through the darkness. 'Yeah, I think they like you.' he said, 'They used to get annoyed when I brought Pansy around. But I think they like you a lot.'

I gave a small smile, nodding as we walked.
Then there it was again. The silence.

yesssir u have just met Hugo Rivera:))
he will be in this book a lot more often soon so watch out for his handsome face

love u have a good day/night remember to drink lots of water and take time to relax :) xx - cherie