Draco was seated primly in the chair a few feet from her bedside, an eyebrow raised at the exclamation.
"You…talk in your sleep. "he intoned, his eyes lazy.
"As if that gives you the right to-" Vivienne cut herself off and put a hand to her forehead.
Settle down, mother will kill me if I insult her nephew. She reminded herself before counting to ten and starting anew,
"So why ARE you still here, cousin?" She asked, controlling her temper and settling into a sitting position on her bed, desperately wishing to be sleeping.
"Technically, I'm not your cousin so don't flatter yourself." He shot at her unexpectedly, a sneer on his face, his eyes hard.
Her expression must have fallen, because he softened his tone.
"Step. Were step cousins. And they're still discussing." He was so mild about everything; the way he spoke, even in anger he was collected. Vivienne didn't immediately dislike him but at the same time he was coming off as a bit of a sod.
"Right, well. I'll make a pot of tea then." She got up, and felt his eyes on her, pale and emotionless.
It made her squirm,
She set the kettle conveniently already on the small stove , to boil with her mint tea she had brought.
As she turned back around, she found Draco had moved through the doorway and now stood a few inches from her face. "I Don't recall wanting tea, Vivienne." He motioned to the cups behind her, so close she had to back up, her hips scraping the stove behind her.
She started, and snapped at him.
"If you're trying to give me a heart attack, keep it up wanker!"
To her surprise, he started laughing.
Well, surprise is too light; utter bafflement, more like.
She had expected him to punch her in the face or something of the like.
"Sorry, Vivienne." He laughed, stepping backwards gracefully until dropping into the chair in the next room, his eyes on the stove from his view in the other room.
Vivienne felt as if she had done something that should have token her weeks, if not months.
She was making friends with Draco Malfoy.
