blood like gasoline | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

𝟎𝟒𝟑 | Hits Different

Draco sat slouched in his seat, looking at the floor, not saying a word.

"Draco?" Ophelia asked softly, tentatively, in case he'd snap at her. He seemed to be doing that a lot; snapping.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" she whispered, tightening her grip on his hand. She could feel him squeezing her fingers as he shook his head.

"I'll be fine," he muttered. "Are you?"

Ophelia shrugged. "I'd prefer it if you were free."

"Me too."

There were no more words exchanged between the two.

Ophelia decided to apply her makeup while she waited for the train to start moving. She took out a tiny mirror and got to work.

She had grown over the summer. She had matured into a young woman, who made the right choices and didn't back down on her word. She was fierce, brave, and above all, she fiercely protected and defended those who she cared about.

But she had also grown physically. Her hair had grown longer than ever, the ends of her shiny blonde waves ended right below her waist, her eyes were a more prominent shade of bluish gray, and her figure had filled out.

Narcissa was right. Eating less did give one a perfect figure. Ophelia's waist was slim and delicate, and she had gotten quite curvy, giving her the perfect hourglass shape that her mother possessed as well. Her cheekbones and jawline were more prominent, and her skin was no longer deathly pale.

"You look nice," Draco murmured, once Ophelia was putting away her cosmetics.

"Hmm?" she asked for a minute, before his words sunk in, and her heart swelled with pride as she smiled. "Oh, thank you."

As usual, Ophelia had to wear something pink. In this case, she wore a long-sleeved white cotton shirt, paired with a pair of baggy, flamingo pink cargo pants. She wore pearls gifted to her by Lucius, on her fourteenth birthday, by Lucius, and the matching earrings that Blaise had given her on her fifteenth birthday. Her shoes were white sneakers, pristine and clean, matching with her top.

She had left her hair down, her blonde bangs coming into her face from the sides, which she kept having to brush away with her fingers. Her makeup was very minimal, but Ophelia liked it that way.

"You should leave your hair down more often," Draco continued. "When it's up you look too much like Mother."

Ophelia blushed, with a small smile. "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" she asked.

"A bit creepy, if I'm being honest," Draco replied quietly. He would have been smiling if it weren't for that stupid mark on his arm, Ophelia thought.

"Creepy how?" Ophelia chuckled softly.

"As in the sense that I have mother coming on the train to Hogwarts with me..."

"I wouldn't mind that," Ophelia replied. "At least she'd be away from all of that...." She struggled to find the right word.

"Fucking madness," Draco scoffed bitterly, finishing her sentence for her.

Ophelia agreed with that. There was no better way to put it.

The train began moving, and Ophelia leaned her head on Draco's shoulder, holding his hand in her own.