Draco ended up falling asleep against me while I stroked his hair. I think a weight had to have been lifted off his shoulders, understandably so. Once he had turned around, soft breaths escaping his slightly opened lips, I silently grabbed A History of Magic and started reading.

I had gone through most of it when he woke up. I was a fast reader, I guess that's what several years of higher education and a specialisation in research does to you. You know how to selectively ready, skimming over unnecessary knowledge to focus on the important bits.

I had read about the First and Second Wizarding Wars. And sure enough, his family was mentioned. He himself was too. How he was tasked to kill his headmaster and failed three times. How he had tried to prevent Death Eaters from recognising The Boy Who Lived in his manor. How I had actually already met The Boy Who Lived, Harry. How his father, as well as other Death Eaters, were given a life sentence to Azkaban.

Draco had painted a much darker picture than of his actions than what had actually happened. He hadn't killed or tortured anyone. I gave him a soft smile when he turned towards me, still half asleep. "Did you get any sleep at all?" I shrugged before closing the book. "Nope. I had to get the full picture first."

I observed him as he stretched before sitting up, trying to tame his wild bed hair. "I should have known this would have been the first you would read. Not interested in doing any kind of magic?" His question made me stand up so quickly I got dizzy. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you. Look what I did last night, before you nearly killed me when you teleported here."

I went to grab my wand and repeated the spell I'd done the night before, and sure enough, the mug flew to my hands once again. I looked at Draco with a huge grin plastered on my face, slightly disappointed when I noticed he looked amused. "What?" I could see him try to suppress a chuckle. "Nothing, it's just... It's cute. I mean, I did that when I was twelve, but okay."

I slammed my wand on the bedside table, giving him the angriest stare I could, puffing up my chest. "Don't you dare call me cute. And you had a lifetime of practice. It was my first try." This time, he couldn't help but laugh at my attempt at intimidation. "Whatever you say Chloé." Before I could reply, he cupped my face in his hands, kissing me harshly to shut me up.

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A.N: Yeah yeah you were robbed, I know. I just don't feel completely comfortable with writing smut tbh. Short filler chapter too. It's my story, I can do what I want with it, tehe. Relatively big time jump in the next chapter, just warning you all.