Thread: The Secret [HeyThereLittleBear x Timelessmemories]

Damn. The girl had done her homework on him better than he had ever realized. There was a flutter of hope in his chest as his mind started swirling with all of the possibilities. Was it possible that she had been wtching him ever as intently as he had been watching her. She'd certainly noticed the fact that he had been with...Well, supposedly been with so many girls. There was a nugget of truth in every lie and the lies that spread about him wrere numerous. He had been attempting to work his way through the dating pool but his attempts had always ended the same. The girls that were interested in him weren't interestd in anything more than the Malfoy last name and the money that he could offer to spoil them like the rotten princesses that they viewed themselves to be. Although he wasn't opposed to spoiling someone with presents, he didn't like the expectations that they'd had going in that he would, of course, buy them all of the riches in life that they couldn't afford themselves. It had always left an ash taste in his mouth as if he'd licked the grates of a fireplace and he couldn't shake it even when the dates were long over. His father had made a name for himself doing this very thing and it was no secret in the wealthy community that Lucius was known to entertain several women of class and stature in private while his wife was busy attending the boy. Draco had been young when he learned about his father's interests beyond closed doors and learned that his father was interested in women that weren't his mother. Only Purebloods of class, of course, because he was still a Malfoy, but that hadn't sat well with him over the years. His dream of becoming just like his father had morphed into being better than that man. And if Lucius were in his shoes right now....What wouldn't he do? Draco swallowed the lump in his throat becaues he realized he hadn't hardly heard anything that she'd said about her brothers, though he could tell from the flare in her eyes and the blush in her cheeks that she'd been passionate about it. He couldnt' help but feel that dull ache in his chest when he lookeed at her and he knew that right now, his father wouldn't be standing around talking with a blood traitor of any sort. That thought was enough to fuel fresh fire through his cold veins and lend him strength that he so desperately needed. You're right. I will earn my father's wealth - but what good is that wealth if I'm too dumb to put it to good use? He countered, knowing well enough that his grades in most classes were above average. it had been rumored that he paid off the teachers to give him excellent grades in his earlier years, but those that whispered about him in private didn't see him leaning over books on his bed long past when everyone else had been asleep. There were few things that he could stand and being seen as unintelligent was one of them. He could ignore the rumors, but Ginny thinking them true... He didn't want to even entertain that notion. But even as the words were forming in his mouth, he heard her softly muttered words and saw the color on her cheeks, everything in his mind faltering before withering away into nothing. His cold eyes moved over her face and watched her for a moment as he struggled now with his ability to speak the English language. Everything about her from the tone in her voice to the way that her cheeks were rosy made his heart stutter and now he knew -- knew - that this blush was reserved for him and him alone. He started, stopped, took a breath, and tried again. I...It would be a disservice not to teach you. He said after a moment, sliding his hands out of his pockets and approaching her slowly. Even from a distance he could smell the scent of her shampoo and he wanted so desperately to reach across the empty space and touch her skin, just to see if she felt like the porcelain she looked to be made of. He resisted the urge to do something so intimate and instead grabbed a chair that was next to the one she'd been seated in. He set his book on the floor with the spine turned away from her, ever cautious that she wouldn't be able to see what he'd been researching. The lump was back in his throat but he forced himself to speak anyways, Even a blood traitor can be taught. He added, just in case someone was close enough to hear their exchange. But even with the harsh tone in his voice, his eyes were soft and his face surprisingly meek as he grabbed one of the books on the desk and turning it over in his hands to get a look at what it was she was studying.