you are unlike any girl i have ever met
“You are unlike any girl I have ever met.” The way he said those words, slipping from his perfectly peach toned lips. They were pulled together by the strings of heaven, silken and smooth. His eyes were smoldering, an icy-like gray, yet holding the heat of the sun. Any girl would melt. Yet, the glare he bore into your own eyes and the grip he had on the small of your back that was just a tad too tight only made a smirk tug at your lips. You let out a chuckle, humorless, really, and whispered, “My, my. I didn’t peg you for such a smooth talker, Draco.” He scoffed, displaying his immense distaste with an eye roll and a look to the side that was his way of telling you that he would, really, rather be doing anything else.
Hogwarts, being the only wizardry school in the United Kingdom, was refined. Thus, the parties they held for their students were refined as well. Though the faculty liked to try and shape their students into perfect wizards, posh and polished, that wasn’t always the case. In fact, you could recall one of the two Weasley twins having such a look on his face that he must have been up to no good.
No, for the most upstanding school should have housed the most upstanding students. And, in turn, accept the most upstanding children from a long, long line of Purebloods. Enter Draco Malfoy, a notorious little pest with the face of beauty. He was a little snot, truth to be told, so really it was just a shame that he was so pretty. Draco stood in the center of the dancing hall tonight, leading a waltz for someone just as beautiful. You were of the (Last Name) family—common folk, nothing special, really. Yet, you made a name for yourself in Draco’s story. From when you two were just first years, your little eleven year old self had the gall to get up in his face and call him, in your own words, “just a stupid little asshole.” No one had ever talked to him like that. He was a Malfoy, and, did you even know who his father was? From that day, he always had something snide or nasty to say if you showed your face around his.
The two of you silently agreed upon a mutual hate, yet here you were, dancing and emitting the image of a perfect couple. Despite being rough around the edges, and, in all honesty, a bit of a trash-mouth sometimes, you maintained the look of a perfect little princess in such a beautiful ball gown. A light shade of blue, the gown looked like it came straight from a fairytale with the dainty off shoulder designs, small flowers stitched into the tulle of the skirt. Draco thought that the dress would look much better on someone he actually fancied.
It was strange. Draco had eyes. Obviously. He could see the beauty you carried yourself with, even if you annoyed him to high-heavens. He saw how you matured into a young woman from the annoying kid who insulted him at first meeting. He couldn’t even try and deny that you were physically attractive. People took notice. If he remembered correctly, even Diggory had tried to ask you out once. Draco’s god-complex convinced him that it never worked out because, just maybe, you fancied him instead? You must have been obsessed with him, taking time out of your day to banter and poke fun at him. Even if it made him hot with rage, he couldn’t help but noticed that you almost…enjoyed the back-and-forth’s you two shared.
…No, couldn’t be that. Because beneath his god complex, deep down into is heart, Draco had an inferiority complex as well. A kid, trying to make it in his father’s world. But how was he to make it in such a world when you were staring back at him with eyes that held meaning, and a slight smirk that let him know that you were amused by this dance. This dance. God, it must’ve been hours now.
Draco snapped back to reality. “Smooth talker?” he scoffed, squeezing your hand in an aggressive manner. “Please. I mean that you’re not much of a girl at all. Aren’t you supposed to be lady like?”
You scoffed right back at him. “If women are that two-dimensional to you, then you are in for a rude awakening.”
The music stopped, along with time. The music had stopped, yet your hand remained firmly in his. He had taken his hand off of the curve of your back, yet you held on to his hand with such fervor that he might as well have died right then and there. Then, your face was inches away from his. He hoped you couldn’t hear the waver in his breathing.
“You, Draco Malfoy,” you looked at him, letting out a breath that sent shivers down his spine. He felt a wave of heat overtake him, an uncomfortable itch of sweat crawling to his hairline. “Are unlike any man I have ever met.” You released his hand, finally, and gave him a polite curtsy. Still, you stood there and stared at him. Stared at him like you could see all of the layers beneath his perfectly groomed hair, his perfectly pressed suit, his perfectly laid out life. You stared at him like someone who wanted to understand more.
But did you? Or was he just imagining things?
“I hope you enjoy the rest of the party, Draco.” With that, you were off. Off to dance in another man’s arms, probably. The thought made him huff, an attempt to regain composure. Even still, he watched you as you walked away, hair bouncing ever so softly as your dress barely touched the ground.
Damn you.
yo. this account isn’t active, but from time to time i pop up on this one and write some nonsensical shit of whatever comes to mind. happen to be going through a draco thing rn, if you need more draco nourishment. self promo
