Name: Plans for the summer. Part 4. I will show you the new world, Malfoy Pairing: Draco x reader Summary: that’s the fourth part of the Plans for the Summer (Here are Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). The reader and Draco are spending the summer together, and the reader shares her playlist with Draco. No drama.
“Y/N?” Draco pops up in the kitchen when you are drinking your coffee, sitting next to the opened window, your iPod on, and the headphones in your ears. “Y/N!”
“You scared me,” you murmur, pausing the music and looking at him. Theoretically, electronics shouldn’t work when magic is around, but you did spend a few months with Hermione trying to make it work, so now it manages to work for quite some time, even though the battery dies very quickly.
“Sorry... What’s that?” you raise your eyebrows, and he nods at the iPod. “The.. music?”
“Oh, the iPod. The music player. Didn’t you see one when you were... here?” he shakes his head.
“I was in the forest, Y/N,” he explains. “Not so popular among people.”
“Then let me show you the whole new world,” you pull Draco closer, making him sit down next to you, then hand him the headphones. “Put ‘em in,” you press ‘play’, and Draco twitches, not expecting the music to be so loud and so different from the usual music. “Sorry,” you murmur, decreasing the volume, but Draco grabs your hand before you do so and shakes his head.
“It is good,” he whispers, his eyes closed. You smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. You turn the screen on to see what he is listening to and smile at the ‘Imagine Dragons’ written on the top. For the next few minutes, you sit together next to the window, your coffee slowly cooling down, and the loud music blowing away Draco’s consciousness. When the song ends, he slowly takes the headphones out and stares at you for a minute or so. “How does it work?”
“The iPod? I have no idea,” you grin, but he shakes his head.
“No. Your music. Magical music is... limited. It feels different, more... old, in a way,” he waves towards the huge gramophone in the corner of the room. “It doesn’t feel the way your music feels.”
“You’re lucky... It is a very good song. The way the music feels sometimes... I would call it a music soulmate,” you smile. “When it feels like it’s part of you. Like you could touch it,” you stroke the player with your fingertips.
“You love your music, don’t you?” Draco smiles, pulling the player from your hand and scrolling down, looking at the names of the songs, then looks up at you, some kind of fear in his eyes. “May I?”
“Of course! I wanna know what you will choose,” he hums something and clicks on a random song. “The Baseballs? Malfoy, I knew you are not hopeless!” you exclaim, grabbing on of the headphones, as Draco takes another one. As soon as you start humming to the lyrics, Draco murmurs something about the song and covers your mouth with his hand. His palm is warm and soft, but the fingertips are cool, as if he keeps them in ice.
“Shush,” you smile, but he doesn’t take the hand off, not finding it uncomfortable or embarrassing that his thumb rests next to your eye. “I’m listening,” you try to moan something, but he frowns. “I said ‘shush’,Y/N. Please,” so you do spend the following four minutes, listening to the song and feeling the strong hand over your mouth, until he lets go of you. “You see - not that hard.”
“Staying quiet with your hand over my mouth?” he smiles and nods. “Yeah. Totally. So enjoyable,” the amount of sarcasm in your voice truly is impressive.
“Well, you were talking,” he says, as if it is an excuse good enough. You almost choke on the air and cover his mouth with your hand.
“Does that feel annoying at all?” you ask him, quite mad at this aristocratic piece of human. Draco smiles and gently takes your wrist, slowly pulling the hand away from his lips.
“It does not,” he smiles and quickly kisses your fingertips, then leaves your hand on the table, quickly stroking the skin before pulling his hand away. “But I highly advise that you don’t touch me... For now.”
“And why so? Afraid I’ll burn you?” Draco grins and shakes his head.
“You simply may not enjoy the outcome as much as I will,” he answers cryptically, smiling, as if hiding a secret, and you are not sure if you want to know what he is hiding.
“You’ll turn in a snake? Or bite me? Why are you threatening me, Malfoy?” you jokingly frown.
“Oh, I am not,” Draco grins, hiding the iPod in his pocket, but you pull it back out.
“Mine.”
“Oh, fine. I’ll buy myself one,” he takes your cup of coffee and takes a sip. “Yours as well, isn’t it?” you wave your hand, showing that you don’t mind it. “Why, thank you.”
“Selfish Malfoy,” you murmur, and Draco grins. “Sure, drink it. I poisoned it.”
“Of course, you did!” he laughs, yet looks at the cup suspiciously before taking another sip. “Turn the music on, won’t you?”
