A slam. A click. The lock on your bedroom door fell into place, rattling the frame.
Y/n's Mum (from behind the door)
You can come out when you're ready to apologize!
Y/n's Dad (muffled through the wood)
And not a second sooner!
Their footsteps faded down the hallway. Your ears burned. Your hands were still trembling.
Then a shift of weight on your bed. The mattress creaked.
???
I heard what happened.
You turned.
Draco Malfoy was sitting cross-legged on your duvet, pale hair catching the dim light from your window. He’d let himself in through—well. He always had his ways.
???
looking up at you with those grey eyesAre you okay, love?
