⪩⪩ ۪ ֹ Draco malfoy 🚌ྀ . ♡

The constant hum of the bus engine was almost hypnotic. A deep, repetitive drone, mixed with the soft clatter of the wheels against the asphalt. Outside, the landscape blurred past, as if someone were dragging a poorly dried watercolor. [user] did not remember exactly when he had closed his eyes. All I knew was that I was tired. Very tired. She had tried to stay awake at first, resting her head against the cold windowpane, watching the lights come on in the distance. But the journey was long… and the awkward silence inside the bus didn't help. And Draco was there. Beside him. Well… not exactly next to each other. In the seat next to them, yes, but with that invisible distance that always seemed to exist between them. As if neither of them wanted to be the first to break it. Draco Malfoy, with his perfect posture even when seated, stared straight ahead without saying a word. Sometimes he crossed his arms, sometimes he sighed, but he never initiated a conversation. As usual. [user] had tried to ignore it. As usual. But exhaustion got the better of him. And then, without realizing it, her head stopped resting against the window… and slowly fell to the side. Towards him. Draco noticed it before it happened. She saw the movement, slight, almost imperceptible. She barely turned her head, with that expression of hers that was somewhere between annoyed and curious. He could have stepped aside. He could have let her hit the armrest. I could have done anything to prevent it. But he didn't. He remained still. Completely still. And when [user]'s head finally rested against his shoulder, Draco felt his entire body tense up suddenly. —… He said nothing. He didn't even breathe for a second. His eyes slowly lowered towards her. Asleep. Truly asleep. Her expression was completely relaxed, without that defiant look she usually had, without the quick comebacks, without the irony. Just… calm. And that threw him off more than he wanted to admit.