𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | Draco Malfoy

𝐒 𝐈 𝐗 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

Narcissa furrowed her eyebrows, pausing to think and look at Draco—who was just as confused and unimpressed. She held his arm and pushed him forward to start walking.

Once everyone was seated and all the greetings were finished, the two men started to chat amongst themselves about the ministry.

It was just like any other Malfoy-Parkinson dinner, the ladies focused on their plate, and Pansy's eyes glued to the boy who barely touched his food.

Draco had grown tired of these meetings to the point of losing his appetite. His elbow was now on the table and the side of his face resting on the palm of his hand. He stared at the clock on the wall, watching as the thin lines moved from number to number.

"Draco," Narcissa whispered. "At least take a bite."

Ignoring her, the boy carried on with what he was doing. He batted his eyelids as if he hadn't heard anything. That was, before Stephania cleared her throat and requested the attention of the two families.

"I think it's only fitting for the two to talk," She straightened her blouse. "Alone." She switched her gaze from Pansy to Draco.

Before the two could react, Lucius seconded her suggestion. "Yes, a bit of conversation would be great."

A giggle came from Pansy before she stood up from her seat, approaching Draco and uttering something in his ear. "I'll be waiting in my bedroom, last door to the right." She stepped away and waved to her mother before exiting the dining area.

An evident disgusted expression shapes on Draco's face upon hearing what she had said. He feels a warm hand on his lap, coming from Narcissa who had—yet again—another look of sorry. "Go on, darling."

Draco licks his lips in aggravation and stands up, no trace of excitement whatsoever. He leaves and trudges towards the location Pansy had mentioned.

With disinterest, he looked for the last door and nonchalantly opened it. He found himself face to face with a heavily make-uped, grinning Pansy, whose dress sleeves were hanging down on her shoulders.

"Dracy," She started, attempting to seduce Draco by moving closer to him. He winced at the strong scent of her perfume, by which he assumed she had used up half of the bottle—which wasn't pleasing at all.

He walked past her, heading for the window on the side of her bed. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling before his eyes. At least there's something bearable to look at, he thought.

Pansy followed him, placing her hand on his suit and straightening it slowly. "How's summer so far?" She asked flirtatiously.

"It's been a week since your last visit at the manor. You're bold to assume things have changed since you last asked me that." He snapped at the girl in a monotonous tone, still gazing at the sky.

From the back of his head, he could hear a reckless voice shout,

"Having direction is bullshit!"

A smirk unknowingly forms on his face, which was soon wiped away after hearing Pansy talk once again.

"No need to be so snappy about it baby," She studied him. "You know, our parents are planning a vacation—just the four of them. That's what they're talking about right now."

This caught Draco's attention, causing him to raise an eyebrow, eyes still on the sky.

"Maybe it'll make your summer better if we spend that time together."

Ignoring what she had said, Draco faced her. "When are they planning to go?"

The girl, delighted by his small amount of attention, answered him gladly. "In a week. I think they're planning to go for two to three weeks." She used this chance to move her face closer to him, in attempt to connect their lips.