It's Okay, Draco

Chapter 23

"How's your mother by the way." He asked locking his gaze with mine again.

"I don't know she hasn't write yet." I said calmly, leaving a odd silence place itself between us.

"How's your hand?" He asked after a few seconds of silence, and his gaze went to my left hand, and grabbed it gently.

"It's better, thank you." I said, as he gently, rubbed his fingers on the top of the letters that still remained craved on my skin, and then slowly locked his gaze with mine.

Losted in each others eyes, ignoring all the noises in the room, my attention on his eyes, and the soft feeling of his fingers tracing the skin of my hand.

"Why are you so tense, Blackwell?" He asked, with a smirk on his lips, but before I can say something, a voice cuts me off.

"Draco!" Pansy shouted, but not enough to break our eye contact, but I could feel her footsteps getting closer to us. "Draco, what are you doing here, come back to our side." Pansy said, but he didn't dared to break rhe strong eye contact with me. "And what are you doing with her?" She said in a disgusted way.

"Not now, Pansy." He said firmly, ignoring her presence here.

"What are you talking about? Come on." She said firmly, and tried to grabb his shoulder, but he shoved her hand off, and, frustrated, looked at her.

"I said, not now, Parkinson." He said angrily at her.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, and walked away after sending me a disgusted look.

He turned back to the front, but this time we didn't stared at each other, and just went back to eat.

"Lara?" I heard a male voice calling my name.

I lift my head, to look up at Matthew, standing next to Draco, which expression was unreadable.

"What is he doing here?" Matthew asked abruptly.

"Something wrong, Angelo?" Draco asked amused.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Matthew shouted at him, and I saw the big mistake he has just done, when I saw Draco standing up abruptly.

"How dare you?!" He said abruptly, making a death stare at Matthew, he had to lift his head a bit, due to Matthew being a bit more taller than him. "Don't you dare, tell me to shut up, ever again." He threatened.

"I do whatever I want, Malfoy, you're no one to tell me what to do, now get out of my seat." Matthew said firmly, and Draco let out a sarcastic laugh, both of them locking gazes between each other, and quickly enough, almost everyone was with their eyes on them.

"You're no one, Angelo, you think I don't know about your little father, I heard he almost killed your mother, I wonder if you're like him?" Draco said firmly, a victorious smile on his lips.

I could feel Matthew's anger boil inside his veins, he clenched his fists, holding the urge to hit Draco in the face.

"At least my father isn't a Death Eater." At this sentence, he just made all worse, Draco's smirk quickly turned into a firm line, as he punched Matthew in the face harshly, but not strong enough to make him fall.

Matthew's lip had now a cut, dripping blood, and he was about to strike back, but my voice stopped him.

"That's enough!" I shouted, standing up from my seat.

Both of them turned their gazes at me, both with anguish in their eyes, and now, I could feel all the eyes of the Great Hall in us.

"Is this how it's going to be then?" Matthew asked firmly. "I came here to apologize to you, and I find this one sit here."

"Matthew you changed, I changed, everybody changed, and you left me alone." I said.

"You'll regret this, Lara, and when you do, I'll not be-" Draco cut him off.

"She doesn't need you, Angelo." Draco shouted. "And for your good sake it's the best if you keep away from her." He threatened him, and I could say he meant every word.

"Oh yeah?! What are you going to do, Malfoy?" Matthew asked firmly.

Draco went to strike him again, but Matthew was faster, and hit him right in the face, as Draco gasped a bit of pain.

"Stop!" I yelled, but they kept on eye contact. "Matthew, I think is better if you go." I said firmly.

He shaked his head as if I'm making the worst decision in the whole world.

"Different." He whispered, repeating the words I once told him about Malfoy.

Draco kept staring at him until, he disappeared from his field of view, and runned a hand through his hair, and sat in front of me again.

I didn't said anything, I didn't wanted to argue anymore, what people had just saw was already enough embarrassment.

I stared at him, rage all over his body, as he violently cut his meat, and placed it in his mouth, chewing.

He had a cut on his face, bleeding, but I don't know if he didn't noticed it, or if he didn't even cared, either ways, I let out a deep sigh, a took my handkerchief, and wiped some of the blood on his cheek, and holded it there.

He stared at me while doing it, and I felt his rage starting to fade away from him, as he did so.

"You didn't need to do that." I said softly, looking at my hand, holding the handkerchief against his red cheek.

"Yes I did." He locked his gaze with mine.

"Well, there was no need to use violence, just look at your face." I said softly.

"Don't worry about me, Blackwell, worry about getting new friends." He said firmly.

"Either ways, thank you for eating with me." I said softly, giving him a thin smile.

He nodded, and holded the handkerchief on his own hand, our skins touching together for mere seconds, and I went back to eat my food.