nail polish | draco malfoy
♡pairing: draco malfoy x gn!reader
♡summary: you have a bad day, so draco lets you paint his nails.
♡warnings/info: bad day, minor angst
You took a deep breath as you entered the slytherin common room. Today had not been a good day. Classes were almost unbearable and a group of nasty gryffindors had been picking on you all day. Snape gave you a detention and you missed lunch due to having to finish homework. You were drained, tired, and just wanted to sleep.
The common room was empty, it was late, after all. Snape had kept you almost an hour longer than he should’ve, but you didn’t have the strength to argue with him. Considering he was head of your house, he was surprisingly mean to you. You seemed to be the only slytherin he disliked, the only slytherin he would punish.
You slumped onto the dark green sofa, the leather creaking as you sat. You weren’t in the most dignified position, your chin touched your chest as you sat almost horizontally. Sitting up just seemed like so much effort right now. The fire was almost out, it lulled and spluttered, and it looked exactly how you felt. You leant your head against the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Your bones felt like lead. You were so tired.
“So he finally let you go, hey?” Draco’s teasing voice piped up. “He really hates you, doesn’t he.” You knew he was joking, but you really weren’t in the mood.
“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, bringing your hands to your face and covering it, ashamed. You felt Draco grab your wrists gently and pull your hands from your face, looking down at you. He looked funny upside down.
“Bad day?” He asked, dropping your wrists and sitting next to you. You nodded.
“Yeah.” You throat tightened and your eyes watered.
“C'mere.” He said softly, cradling you against him. The conversation so far had been one of few words, but his actions and comforts were worth more to you right now. He intertwined his hands with yours, examining your fingertips, running his own over your black nails.
“I didn’t know you wore nail polish.” He remarked.
“It’s relaxing. Painting my nails, i mean. It looks cool too, don’t you think?” You replied, contently distracted.
“It does.” He smiled, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it softly. “Can you paint mine for me?” He asked. This was partly because he knew it would distract you, and partly because he genuinely liked the way they looked. You pursed your lips and gave a concealed giggle, standing up.
“I can. Wait here.” You scurried to your dorm momentarily, and returned with jet black nail polish. It was from a muggle store, nothing fancy. On the label in fancy lettering was the word ‘liquorice’.
You sat back down. “Gimme your hand.”
Draco placed his hands in your lap, and you opened the little bottle. The smell was instant, but it was a strangely comforting odour. Draco smiled to himself, he adored seeing you happy, especially after a bad day. He was more about his actions than his words, so in his mind, this was the nicest thing he could’ve possibly done for you. And he was right.
You began to paint his nails, and already you had pretty much forgetten the woes of your day.
“So, i was thinking we could go into Hogsmeade this weekend. Together, i mean.” He said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Draco Malfoy? Asking me on a date?” You replied, feigning shock. Draco rarely took you on dates, he didn’t really like leaving the school grounds all that much. But it didn’t bother you, you’d take snuggling by the fire over a date any day.
“Shut up.” He chuckled. “I’ll treat you to anything you like. Anything.”
“Special occasion?” You asked. Sure he’d bought you things before, but until now he’d never offered to treat you to anything you wanted.
“No, i just…” he began, trailing off. “I don’t like seeing you upset, that’s all. You had a bad day and i want to make you feel better.”
You smiled, blushing slightly. “You’re so nice to me, i don’t deserve it.”
“Hey.” He said, his tone suddenly firm. He searched for your gaze, and his steely eyes met yours. “You do deserve it. You deserve all the love in the world. Okay?”
The black paint was now dry.
“O-okay…” you replied, slightly caught off gaurd but flustered nonetheless.
“Good. Okay.” He nodded. He examined his hands, smirking. “They look great. Thanks, love.”
He pulled you back towards him, hugging you, resting his lips on your forehead.
“Thanks for being here, Draco.” You whispered. He leant forward and pecked your lips softly.
“No problem, love. No problem at all.”