He couldn't look away from them. Just like my aunt. It flashed through his head.- What happened?- Her voice was not much louder than a whisper.- Why are you running away with your eyes? Oh, you're sweet when you don't know how to behave.- She affectionately stroked his cheek, and Draco felt himself blushing.- Tell me, my dear, what has changed in me from the beginning of dinner until now?
-I don't think there's anything...- he mouthed after a while. All the time he couldn't take his eyes off her eyes.- I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...- He really didn't know what to say and only realized that he had de facto behaved childishly.
-My dear, do you remember what I said at our meeting at Othis?
-That I should call you by your first name, or you will get angry.- He muttered, still uncertain.
-Do you think ,did I know what I said then?- Her gaze was really piercing, as if she wanted to see the thoughts swirling in the dragon's head. She did not wait for his answer.- If I really did not think so then I would not have said it. Anyway, you shouldn't care about something like titles. She tore her gaze away from Draco's eyes and perched gracefully on the edge of the tabletop.- A title is something that can be gained and lost, so attaching too much importance to it is not... Hmmm, proper. Of course, one should be respectful of one's position, but true respect should be earned for oneself by everyone's own efforts. Because it is not our position, but our deeds that prove who we are.- She looked into his eyes again.- Do you understand?
Draco was lost in her emerald irises again for a split second, and then looked around the dining room. Somehow he couldn't fix his eyes on anything, so he focused on the elf again. He himself wasn't sure why only when she told him this did he understood her.
-Yes, I understand,- he nodded.- I... I'm sorry.- He carefully grabbed her hand when she wanted
