Thread: The Secret [HeyThereLittleBear x Timelessmemories]

The way her body moved was like poetry and he couldn't help but wish he was the one that was writing the verses, but instead he was the reader that was sucked in through every line and having his heart tugged painfully as she worked her way into him. She was a worm that had worn its way through his flesh and made a nest of emotions for her in his heart, which previously cold felt dripping and he was... Powerless. He was Draco Malfoy, a boy of a family of pride and legacy and he was powerless to her. She was the radiant sun that Icarus flew too close to and oh god he could feel her melting away his wax wings and leaving him falling so fast and so hard towards-- Towards what? What was he so afraid of? The thoughts were too much for him to think on while trying to keep his composure around her, so instead he let himself memorize the way she looked right now. Her face was lax though her eyes were guarded and distrusting, which was obvious because she feared his motives. Her mouth wasn't taut, which told him she at least felt comfortable enough she wasn't guarding her words but so much. There was a tension in her he could almost feel and he let that little seed of hope grow in his soul as she slide her chair slightly closer to his. The soft brush of her leg against his own was enough to send a jolt through him that made his spine go stiff and every inch of him feel like he was on fire. Draco let out his breath in a slow shudder and he forced himself to stay calm but the air was thick enough he could have sworn it had been replaced with liquid. He tried not to choke as he fought his way back to the surface through all of the tension and made himself focus on the one thing that was making his world feel like it was closing in on him -- Her . He let himself be drowned in the way her eyes looked at him and let his heart feel the soft crunch as she spoke and he knew without a doubt that he didn't have a chance. But still the tender bloom of hope had already taken root in his heart and he let it flourish as her leg brushed him again. It couldn't be mere coincidence and she wouldn't let someone so vile touch her. Perhaps - just perhaps - this wasn't beyond saving. Concentrate. He had to concentrate. Her question had him stumbling for an answer that wasn't three words consisting of eight letters he could possibly regret for the rest of his life. He choked on the words he wanted to say, fought them down, and offered her instead a soft smile. I thought you Weasleys believed that people could change. He challenged, his smile turning towards a smirk as he made eye contact with her. His heart was pounding in his chest and he couldn't resist it, because she looked too tender not to touch. He broke the bubble of space between them and used trembling fingers to touch her hair, moving a piece of it away from her face. He could feel his fingertips brush across her cheek, just barely moving over the bone as he tucked it back behind her ear. Don't hide your face. You're a pureblood. Act like it. He hid the tenderness of the moment behind falsely harsh words, though his tone didn't sound quite right. His heart was threatening too hard to leap from his chest and he almost couldn't bear it.