𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 || 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝

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The feeling of calling her his beloved made him feel different. It was as if he was already expressing his feelings by calling her my beloved in Spanish. Though, at the same time, it felt wrong due to the reason that she was oblivious to what mi amada meant. However, now that she has told him all about the things that she kept away from the world, he knew that he should too reveal his own secret.

Terrified, he may be, yes. He thought about the consequences that may happen if he reveals that he, himself, is a wizard. She'll become terrified of him or perhaps would cancel this trip and go back home by herself, not wanting to see him again. He knew her reaction would be either of the two, but she must know and perhaps maybe he could confess his feelings for her and tell her what mi amada really meant.

"Oh, you're up early." Y/n came out of her room, still wearing her soft green silk pyjama top and shorts, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and her eyes never leaving the blond young man, who has been sitting at the kitchen island for god knows how long and staring at nothing, for his mind has travelled to the island of dreams.

"I...well.." Draco didn't know how to reply to her. She makes him nervous and she has no clue about that. She's in love with him but he has no clue about it either, and neither does she about his feelings for her. It's like they're making themselves believe that their relationship will just stay as it is. That is what they believe about what they both wanted for each other.

It was a bit chaotic — their feelings — and they were too afraid to admit that their feelings are the same because they believe that what they feel about each other is the opposite. In other words, they fear that they might ruin what they have right now.

"You what?" She tilted her head slightly as tiny strands of her fell unto her face.

"I just had a lot to think." He replied.

"Like what?" Y/n became invested, sitting down on the high stool and resting her chin on the palm of her hand, with her lips creeping up into a smile.

"Yo—  I mean— about what I have been meaning to tell you."

Her face fell into awe. She wondered what would he tell him. Is he going to confess? She wasn't ready for what was going to happen. It made her heart thump harder and louder than she expected it to.

He, on the other hand, was thinking about how he would tell her about what he truly is. He wanted everything to go smoothly. He doesn't want her to faint or scream.

"Y/n..."

"Yes?"

"I'm..."

Her heart pounded loudly that she thought he could hear it.

"I'm not what you think I am."

She blinked her eyes twice, for she thought he would confess but he didn't.

"What do you mean?" Curiosity was written all over her eyes. Her chin parted from her palm and let her arm touch the cold white marble of the kitchen island.

"I'mawizard." He said without any stop of his breath.

"Pardon? Could you please say it a bit slower?"

Draco took a deep breath, preparing himself for any consequences that may happen. He knew that she won't believe him at first without any evidence, and that is why he has his wand inside his pocket.

"I'm...I'm a wizard, Y/n." He said gently and waited for any response or reaction from her. But all he ever got was silence and wide eyes from her. "Y/n?"

Then a laugh burst out of her mouth, which he indeed expected to happen because she will never believe him.

"Y/n, I'm serious." He cleared his throat.

"So you know how to do magic like perhaps those magicians to amuse everyone."

"I'm not." His cheeks flushed red.

"Oh, Draco, I didn't know you're good at joking." She chuckled.

"Could you please stop laughing? I'm really serious." He sighed.

Draco waited for her to calm down. He never knew how hard she laughed when he told her that he is a wizard even though he looked serious. He never expected a proper lady to laugh so loudly and improperly. Maybe perhaps she was influenced by her cousin or maybe not. Most Filipinos laugh their hearts out and it was indeed contagious.

"Ok, I'll stop now." She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry. But didn't you mean that you're a magician?"

"No, I'm not a magician. I'm a wizard."

"Draco, if you really wanted this conversation to be taken seriously, please stop making me lau—"

"Do you want some proof?"

"Do you even have any?" She raised a brow and the corner of her lips curled up.

Indeed, Draco couldn't do anything but show her that he was serious. So he pulled his wand out of his pocket, which Y/n looked rather confused and made her think 'Why is this young man holding a perfectly polished twig?' She thought that maybe he stole it back in the theatre in the box of props. But when Draco swished his wand, chanting a spell that she couldn't understand, and tried lifting the tray of fruits in between them, it made her gasp as she stared at the floating tray of fruits.

"Wh— What is happening?" Fear was woven in her voice as her breath began to shake. "Wha— What the f— fu— fuck am I witnessing?" She exclaimed, getting off the stool.

"You won't believe me, and you'll only believe me when I gave you proof." He scoffed gently and placed the tray of fruits back down in its proper place. "So...do you believe me now." He smirked at the frightened girl.

Though, Y/n only stood up to where she was. Not a word escaped her mouth. She couldn't process everything that happened right before her eyes. Was it just a dream? Hallucination? No. It wasn't a dream, nor a hallucination. It was all real.

"Oh, my god." Her breath was still shaky.

"Y/n—" But before he could even approach her, she ran back to her bedroom and locked the door, avoiding having any conversation with him.