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nwright34 · 7 years ago

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The Beauty of Your Smile

Requested by anon.

I am so terribly sorry that it took me so long to write this. I was pretty ill and I am still not healthy again, so I did not feel like writing for quite some time. I still hope that you’ll enjoy it and that it is what you imagined.

It was a lovely day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining and the temperature had risen. You weren’t the only student that had decided to spend some time outside. You were on your way to meet up with some of your friends by the Great Lake,

Cradling your books to your chest, you moved through the yards, not paying attention to your surroundings until you suddenly bumped into something. Bending over to pick up the books you had dropped; you mumbled an apology, ducking your head and glancing up into face of one Draco Malfoy.

His icy grey-blue eyes regarded you without any prominent emotions, which made you shift uncomfortably. You’d always had a slight crush on Draco, but you would never act on it. While you thought that he was mostly misunderstood and only acted in certain ways because his Slytherin pears expected him to, you couldn’t deny that he was bully and plenty prejudiced.

You’d never stand a chance with him, even if he knew you better. Not only weren’t you as thin as the other girls in your year, but additionally your parents were Muggles and you were a Hufflepuff. A girl with not too many friends. Good in school, but shy and mostly keeping in the background. You’d only ever exchanged a few words with Draco once, the day McGonagall had paired you up for an exercise

You apologised again and Draco opened his mouth to answer something, but was cut short by a high pitched voice.

“Can’t you look where you’re going, Y/L/N? You’re such a klutz. Honestly, with your figure you could seriously hurt someone by running into them.”

And there was the other reason why you’d never stand a chance with Draco. Pansy Parkinson. Whenever you were around she’d start to comment on all of your shortcomings.

Looking up into Draco’s face again, you didn’t see any reaction. You turned away and quickly started to move away from them. Your bottom lip quivered and tears pooled in your eyes. Pansy’s words had hurt. A lot.

You had always been insecure about your figure and being in a school with almost only thin girls had always made you feel like you stood out in a bad way. Getting called out on that only made you feel worse.

In your haste to get away from them you didn’t see how Draco angrily turned towards Pansy.

“What the hell was that for, Pansy? That was completely unnecessary!”

“But Draco! Come on, you know that I was right about her.”

He shook his head and angrily turned away from her to see if he could catch a glimpse of where you were going. He saw you disappear through one of the archways, noticing your teary eyes and sad expression.

He wanted to follow, but he knew that that wasn’t the best idea right now. He’d just try to talk to you during Transfiguration or whenever he’d cross your path in the hallways.

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And so it was several days later that you were walking through the halls towards the Great Hall when you suddenly heard your name being called.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait a second.” You stopped and turned around, only to see how Draco pushed through the groups of students walking through the hall.

Not knowing how to react, you just waited until he stood in front of you. Avoiding his eyes, you shifted a little bit.

“What do you want, Draco?”, you didn’t snap at him, but your voice wasn’t exactly friendly either. He stood in front of you, scratching the back of his head and glancing at his feet.

“I… Well, I don’t know how to… It’s just that I, you know…?”

“No, I don’t know. Would you please get on with it!”, this time you definitely had snapped at him.

“I just wanted to apologise for what happened a few days ago. Pansy was wrong, you know. It wasn’t your fault and I should have stepped in and said something. I’m really sorry about that.”

You stared at him for a moment, not knowing how to respond. Deciding to have a little faith in his sincerity, you smiled a little and held out your hand.

“Apology accepted!” He grabbed your hand and shook it, but instead of letting it go afterwards he kept your hand in his, which made you look up and into his eyes.

“Would you mind to join me for a picnic this afternoon? By the lake?”

“Me? B-but why?”

“You see, I always wanted to get to know you better and a date sounds like the perfect opportunity, don’t you agree?”

You couldn’t believe what he was just proposing to you. A date with Draco Malfoy, how could you decline this offer? Maybe it was a trick. But if not…

“Uhm, if you think so…”

“So you will come? Please Y/n, I would truly like to spend some time with you.”

“Alright, I will be there” you smiled slightly. Draco returned the smile, seemingly relieved that you had accepted. Letting go of your hand, he bowed slightly and turned to walk away.

Neither of you noticed Pansy Parkinson, staring at you with narrowed eyes and a calculating expression.

You giddily made your own way towards the great hall. Too excited to eat much or truly pay attention in your remaining classes. You couldn’t wait for them to be over.

As the final bell of the day rang, you hastily made your way to your dorm, wanting to change into something nice before you were going to meet Draco.

You decided on one of your better jeans, a cute light blue blouse which was adorned with small white flowers and simple black flats. Quickly brushing through your hair, you glanced on the mirror one last time.

Only a few minutes later you stepped outside the castle and made your way towards the lake. It was a beautiful and warm spring day. The sun was shining and only a few small clouds decorated the sky. The castle grounds were coloured a fresh and vital green and the first flowers were blooming.

Surveying the landscape, she noticed Draco standing not far away, leaning against a tree and watching her. A smile appeared on her lips and she walked in his direction. He was wearing black dress pants and a white button-down shirt sans tie. When there were only a few feet remaining between them, he straightened up and smiled at you.

“Y/n, I’m glad you’ve made it.” He bowed his head slightly and smiled up at you.

“As am I. Thank you again for the invitation!”

“My pleasure!” You returned his smile and he gallantly offered you his arm, which you accepted with a slight blush and a nervous giggle.

“Well then, shall we?” You nodded and followed his lead towards the lake. On your way you started to talk about random things, while he made you laugh a lot with his witty comments.

You didn’t really pay attention to where you were going until Draco stopped. You looked down and gasped. He had prepared a lovely picnic. A huge blanket was spread out by the lakes sore. In the middle sat a basket, which was presumably filled with food, and a vase, which was filled with beautiful flowers. On either side of the basket sat a goblet and right next to it a big pitcher with something to drink.

“Oh, this is lovely!”, you breathed and beamed at Draco.

“I am glad you like it, Y/n.”

Both of you sat down and Draco pulled out several dishes of fruit and some sweets, placing them in between you, while you busied yourself with pouring the drinks.

When he was finished, Draco grabbed his goblet and clinked it with yours, smiling sheepishly.

“I’m really glad that you accepted my offer. Ever since McGonagall paired us up on that assignment last year, I wanted to get to know you better. I just didn’t know how to approach you.”

You blushed a little but smiled back shyly.

“I also wanted to get to know you better. I just thought, you know, I’m in Hufflepuff and not really a popular student, so I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“Why would I care about that?”, he seemed genuinely confused about it.

“I… You’re a pureblood, but I am a Muggleborn. I didn’t know anything about this world and nobody really told me anything. Except for the fact that almost all Slytherins were Purebloods and that Purebloods, especially those in Slytherin, don’t like to associate with Muggleborns or Halfbloods. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be prejudiced, it’s just that it actually seemed to be true for many members of your house.” You looked down, not wanting to see if you’d hurt him with your words. But to your surprise he chuckled slightly,

“I guess that it might seem like that most of the time. Looking at it from an outside view, we might seem pretty stuck up. It’s not really our fault, though. Slytherin has got a bad reputation ever since he-who-must-not-be-named emerged from it. It is actually kind of sad. I knew I would be in Slytherin, my whole family was.

I knew what to expect as reactions from other students. It is just sad for those who don’t. Despite our reputation we have quite a few Half-bloods and even Muggleborns. Imagine being excited for Hogwarts and getting sorted into Slytherin, Do you remember that at our sorting everyone who got put into Slytherin was booed at? And now imagine this reaction to your sorting into a house, you know nothing about. You’re getting shunned by mostly everyone except the members of your own house. It really is no wonder that Slytherins stick to their own house and therefore seem snobbish.”

Feeling guilty for what you had said to him before, you looked up and opened your mouth to reply, but he grabbed your hand and shook his head.

“There’s no need to feel guilty for anything, Y/n. It’s normal for someone who doesn’t know much about this world to trust the words of their friends and teachers. Besides, you’re one of the few people around this castle, who never turned away when a Slytherin wanted to speak to them.” You smiled shyly, and Draco gently kissed the back of your hand before letting it go. Ignoring your flustered face, he smiled:

“Shall we eat?” You nodded and he passed you one of the plates.

You spent a few hours together. Eating, talking, and laughing. Discussing a lot of things and goofing around. You were utterly relaxed and didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings.

Neither did Draco. He was to enticed by the way the sunlight reflected in your hair, and how the sparks in your eyes danced while you laughed. You were such a beauty, without even being aware of it. He felt relaxed when he was around you and comfortable speaking his mind.

You were just taking a sip of your drink as something cold suddenly swept over you. You sputtered and coughed, sitting completely drenched and cold.

Draco looked just as shocked as you were, before locating the source of the water. Laughter sounded and you turned around. Behind you stood a group of Slytherins, laughing at you.

“What the bloody hell! What do you think you’re doing?”, he asked angrily.

“Saving you, Draco, what else”, sounded the arrogant voice of Pansy Parkinson. “There was just no possibility that you’d go on a date with a whale out of your own free will, so we decided to save you.”

Hearing those words, you stumbled to your feet. Not looking at Draco you started to flee towards the castle. You heard how he called your name, but you didn’t stop. You just couldn’t. You had never in your life been this humiliated. Tears were running down your face, and you were angry at yourself for letting them fall.

Out of nowhere, a slender hand grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. You refused to turn around, and stared straight at the floor.

“Y/n, please look at me.”, you heard Draco’s soft voice. You shook your head and tried to get your wrist out of his grasp. How could you face him like that?

The sounds of Draco shifting behind you reached your ears. Suddenly gentle fingers tilted your chin upwards. Draco stood directly in front of you. One hand still holding onto your wrist, the other one gently caressing your face, softly wiping away your tears. You closed your eyes, but Draco gently tapped against your jaw.

“Y/n, please?”, his voice was so soft and his touch so gentle that you sighed and opened your eyes. Draco was gazing at you, his eyes filled with concern.

“I am so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t notice them coming near.”

“ ‘s not your fault.”, you muttered and shifted your gaze away.

“It is. I knew they weren’t thrilled that I had planned this picnic with you. I should have known they would try something”, he sounded sad, which made you swallow thickly.

“It’s really not your fault, Draco.”

He smiled sadly and brushed a few strands of your wet hair out of your face.

“I’m still sorry. Don’t believe a word of what they said, Y/n. You’re beautiful.”

Shifting uncomfortably, you glanced at his eyes:

“Draco…”, you started to protest.

“No, Y/n, I mean it.”, he gently forced you to look at him again, his hand slipping from your wrist to your fingers, intertwining them. “You are beautiful. The way you laugh so carelessly. The passionate sparkle in your eyes when you discuss something. You’re kindness. The way you move. You’re smile. This adorable blush.”, his hands ghosted over your cheek, cupping your face.

“There is nothing that is not beautiful about you, Y/n.”

You gazed into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity in them.

“The way you look just now”, he breathed. His hand left yours and cupped the other side of your face. His eyes strayed from yours down to your lips and back up again.

“May I kiss you, Y/n?”, he whispered softly. You just nodded and watched how he took a step towards you. He slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

His lips where soft and warm and gentle, and you closed your eyes as his hands buried themselves in your hair. Your own hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart underneath them.

There had never been a moment in your life that had been more perfect.

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Small reminder that English is not my native language.

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