Primrose || Draco Malfoy

T h r e e

The girl, focused on her work, heard her surname uttered by the voice she would never expected to listen at that moment and at that place. Taken by surprise, Josephine froze with the paintbrush in mid-air, and stood still. Not a muscle moved.

Immediately, she wondered what he was doing here and wether he was observing her.

Josephine moved the paintbrush aside from the canvas and lowered her small hand. Then, she laid the paintbrush on the palette, dirty of all the attempts she made in order to find the right color. Finally, she slowly turned towards the voice.

Her hair revealed her face totally, her eyes flickered on the boy in front of her. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his pants.

"Malfoy?" She didn't know what to think. It was the first time she looked into his eyes, without insulting one another or fighting.

Josephine read astonishment in his face - his eyes were solely focused on her, it felt like he was studying her. Josephine didn't realize how grown up Draco was, compared to the second year and how he looked good with the strands of his blonde hair, stroking his forehead.

Goind down, Josephine saw his beautiful grey, iced eyes - as iced as him, realizing she hadn't never watched them so intensely.

Her gaze slipped on his nose, and couldn't help but wish a nose as pretty as his. She looked into his eyes again, noticing they weren't focused on hers anymore - now they were travelling all over her face.

Also Draco was scanning her.

As soon as Malfoy had pronounced her surname, he had anxiously waited for verifying it was actually her. He couldn't deny he was a bit fascinated by the fact that someone was here, painting the poetic sky. But he felt upset too, due to know that his place wasn't really only his.

Draco had grown even more curious as the girl was slowly turning around. As soon as Josephine's gaze rested on him, he couldn't help but admire the wonderful color of her eyes. They were clearer than his, almost crystal clear, so much that he was able to be mirrored.

Malfoy hadn't never felt at peace till now, by watching his face in the two mirrors before him.

He hadn't never given importance to associate a face and a body to that girl. All the times his gaze had landed upon her weren't enough to realize what he was looking at now.

He hadn't never been interested in Josephine's physical appearence, and only Salazar knew how he regretted this. In the exact instant he put his eyes on hers.

Draco was amazed by the peculiarity of her black long hair, with the front strands stroking her cheeks. He never saw a hair color as dark as hers.

Malfoy lingered on its waves. He didn't quite know how to describe it, but he never saw such a beautiful hair. The desire of touching it was increasing within him, in order to prove if it was as soft as he imagined to be.

His eyes landed on her nose, it was little and straight. They noticed a few delicate and little freckles, giving her face sweetness. Then, Draco studied her lips that were everything but small. They were fleshy to perfection. The only thing missing was her smile, only with it he could have a full picture of her face.

"What are you doing here at this time?" Draco said, unexpectedly. Even though his mind was clouded by new and contrasting thoughts about Josephine, he kept his usual mantle and temper.

Josephine lifted her hand up and shook it, pointing out the palette, and nodded towards tha canvas at her back, "I'm painting." She answered, her self-evident vocals, "What about you?" A curious glance on her face as she raised an eyebrow.

"Since when you paint?" Draco merely ignored her question as he stretched his neck like a turtle in order to watch better her work.

"Since always, Malfoy, you didn't know that?" Josephine was shocked because everybody at school knew her natural talent and her excellence in painting.

Indeed, Josephine used to paint everything
charming, that caused her strong emotions. She wasn't embarassed to show her gift, actually hoped her art could help people to discover new feelings and their deepest hidden emotions.

That's why her happiness and her way to voice her thoughts and her feelings was by painting. It wasn't only her passion, but also a vent.

To kick back, have fun or get distracted, people dance, hang out, eat, sleep or whatever. Josephine used to take her canvas, palette, paintbrushes and colors in order to give birth to her mind, fantasy and creativity.

The first two years, Josephine hadn't longed to paint so much like now. Lately, she has started to engage in her passion when she had the chance. So sometimes she ended up to paint among students.

For example, she used to place herself in the garden of the school to paint a tree or a flower bed. People started to sorround her, watching her works.

Actually, Josephine didn't consider herself good or talented, she was simply able to paint. Theodore had given up making her understand that her hands could create masterpieces, but he kept trying by making compliments.

"How am I suppose to know it when I don't care?" Draco answered, coldly, as he shrugged.

"But now you asked." Josephine fought back, quickly, as she looked up.

It was true, he didn't care. Draco was just surprised, he wouldn't never believe that someone like her was so good at something so complicated.

Yes, Malfoy was impressed.

"I didn't expect that, that's all." He shrugged again, proving to be unconcerned.

They kept quiet for a few seconds looking at one another, before Josephine turned towards the canvas, "Would you..." Looked at him again, "Would you like to see it better?" She folded her arms and moved aside so that he could see.

Once Draco's eyes landed on it, his muscles relaxed and his lips slightly opened as he approached to admire it better.

Salazar.

The top was dedicated to the sky, to the sun rising and to the lake. A salmon pink and a light orange color dominated the painting, with different yellow and blue shades. The water was impeccable and no trace of pencil was to be seen, so that was her first try. As Josephine traced the paintbrush soaked by the color on the canvas, every movement she made, it remained there without any need of editing.

There were so many color shades that Draco didn't know how to describe, he couldn't tell precisely what colors they were.

Everything was so harmonious, as if he was watching a song or a poetry. Malfoy hadn't never been so fascinated by something that a minute ago was insignificant to him.

Could it be possible to take eyes off this beauty?

Draco thought it really looked like a photograph, and was so attracted to that infinity of colors, precision and perfection that defined her painting.

"What do you think?" Josephine's steady voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Decent." Malfoy merely replied, without show any emotions he was feeling, "Anyway, you can't come here, this is my place." He said as he backed until he stopped behind her. Never took his eyes off the painting.

"Forget it, this is one of my favorite places for painting." Josephine growled harshly as she turned to face him, right into his eyes. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. Draco kept still, staring severely at her. He didn't speak. A small smirk grew on Josephine's lips, "This means this will be our place."