He smiled, and it was a tender one. One of happiness and caring.
"Please." I say, not exactly sure what I'm begging for.
"Please what?" He chuckles.
"Forgive me," I say, realizing that's exactly what I want. Forgiveness.
"I forgive you. But I still don't understand why you have been begging for this."
"Neither do I. I just need it, because..."
Thankfully Draco didn't press the matter. "Are you hungry?"
"No." But of course then my stomach rumbled loudly.
Chuckling, Draco guides me downstairs and has me sit at the table.
The sound of butter in a hot pan reaches my nose, and I smile. This reminds me of my childhood, when my mom and dad and I ate a grilled cheese lunch as a family.
But of course, Voldemort had to change all of that.
"Here you go," he says, smiling serenely. I had to admit, his dimples were cute when he smiled.
I did not just say I find Dra-Malfoy cute. Hell no.
Still, I feel myself blushing as I look down at my plate. Grilled cheese. The corner of my lips turn upward. "Thanks," I say, taking a bite.
A knock on the door brings Draco to a jump. "Go," he hissed.
"Get out. Don't come back."
"I'll find you later. I still like you, by the way. Please don't take this personally."
How could one not take it personally? Still, I smile and nod, and Dissaparate.