The Lock To His Key

37. Christmas Dinner 🎄🍽️

(Isabella's Pov)
Sweat immediately dripped down my forehead.
I looked at Mattheo who seemed just as nervous.

"Don't look so disappointed to see me." He said.

He walked over, and sat at the head of the table. I watched as he held his bony hand up to Mattheo.

"Good to see you son." Mattheo shook his hand nervously.

My dad didn't even look at me.
"Well, go ahead eat." He said.

Lucius proceeded to cut the Turkey, but there was tension throughout the room.

"After dinner meet me in the dungeons Lucius."
Said my dad.

I felt my nerves relax.
It had to do with Lucius, not us.

I poured turkey into my plate, with salad on the side. I noticed Draco staring from across the table.

"No gravy?" He asked.
"No." I said.

He reached over, and brought my plate towards him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Come on I'll drizzle it nicely." He said.

I took my plate back.
"No." I said.

"Isa gravy used to be your favorite part of Christmas dinners."
"Not anymore." I said annoyed.

"Seriously?" He said.
"Yes."

The table got quieter, and I noticed the stares.
"But Isabella you loved-"
"What's the big deal? It's just gravy?" I said.

I felt eyes on Draco and I.
"But as a kid you used to-" He said.

I felt my blood boil.
"Do you remember every little thing about me when I was a kid? Things change Draco."
I yelled standing up.

I couldn't take it anymore, I don't care who was watching, I needed to leave.

(Draco's Pov)
What the fuck just happened?

I didn't dare make eye contact with the other two Riddles sitting here.

After pissing her off like that, I don't know which one I was more scared of.

"She's probably stressed because of you know who." Whispered my mother.

"Please excuse me." I said standing up.
I left the dining room, and ran upstairs.

I knocked on Isa's dorm.
"Go away Draco."

I opened the door, and saw her on the bed with her arms around her knees.

I shut the door, and sat next to her.
"You embarrassed me." She said.
"I'm sorry." I said back.

"I'm gonna ask you something.
I need your honest answer.
Do you have problems with eating?"

"No."

"On the double date you ordered a muffin, instead of the pancakes you loved as a kid.

At the restaurant you felt so bad about yourself when you ate that quesadilla, and you cried as Gabriel fed you a churro.

This morning you ate pancakes with no syrup, even though you love syrup.

And now you skipped out on gravy even though that was your favorite part of turkey dinners."

"Fine I do.
I know I need food to survive.
I ate pancakes with no problem, and I was gonna eat the turkey. I just limit myself.
Syrups not necessary, neither is gravy.
Those are just extra fattening things." She said.

"Isabella, your skinny. I'm not sure I'm understanding." I said.

"Exactly. I'm skinny. I don't wanna lose that over some syrup." She said.