𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝔂 ♡

It was a quiet afternoon in the Hogwarts courtyard. You were sitting under a tree, reading your Potions book, when someone stopped a few meters away.
Draco Malfoy. He looked at you as if he had never seen anyone like you before. He had been watching you from afar for days, fascinated by the way you communicated with your hands, by your gestures full of life. He knew you were deaf and that you used sign language, and although he had never learned more than a couple of basic movements, that afternoon he decided to try.

Clumsily, he approached, took a deep breath, and began to move his hands. After a deep breath, he began to move his hands. His intention was to say: “Hello, beautiful.” But what his fingers formed was an absolute chaos of confusing movements that, translated, meant something more like: “My feet stink.”
You stared at him for a second, one eyebrow raised and a suppressed laugh. Draco noticed your expression and tensed up.

—What? Did I not say it right?— he asked nervously. You shook your head, trying not to laugh. Then you made the correct signs, slowly, taking his hands in yours to guide him. Draco fell silent, completely red, watching with a mixture of concentration and enchantment. When he finally managed to correctly repeat “Hello, beautiful,” he did it with such seriousness that it seemed as if he were swearing eternal loyalty.

—Like this?— he asked. You gave him a thumbs up and a smile. And he, bravely, tried to say: “I like you a lot”… but once again his signs got tangled, and he ended up saying something like: “My armpits are sweating.” This time you couldn't hold back the silent laughter. Draco ran his hand through his hair, nervous again, since this whole attempt at flirting with you through sign language was not his forte.