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cole-cliffxrd-art · 5 years ago

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Draco Malfoy one shot

I threw myself down onto the couch, infuriated. After a long day of studying and being ridiculed by the most annoying human I’ve met in this goddamn school I was ready for a break. The common room was unusually quiet at the moment probably due to there being a big quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor this afternoon. I was usually keen to watch Gryffindor get their asses smashed out on the pitch but due to being so tired I wasn’t in the mood for it.

I splayed myself out on the dark leather, flipping open one of my spell books to write some more annotations from Flitwick’s class today. We learnt how to cast some easy charms today but I wouldn’t like how to forget them soon. My mind wandered off to that infuriating blonde boy and how he was messing with my notes earlier today. Grabbing them in the hallway from my arms and holding them above my head.

If I could’ve cursed him in that moment I would’ve. Such a shame its banned from Hogwarts. I could’ve hexed that shit eating grin off of that prick. I rolled my eyes and tried to focus back on my spell book. In that moment all the candles blew out as a breeze came from the newly opened door to the common room. I groaned, I couldn’t be bothered to try and light them again, maybe one of the house elves might come by later and re-light them. It was dark now, dark enough that I couldn’t read my page but the iridescent light from the lake cast a lowly glow over the room.

I wanted to call out the idiot who let the breeze in but as the footsteps neared I recognised the sound. The clack of the black dress shoes against the floor is what got me. Most people wear soft soled shoes or even sandals in the summer but no, this uptight bastard wore hard heeled shoes all year round. I ignored him in the hopes of him being deterred. “Lumos” I lit my wand and continued to take notes and scrawl over my book until it was once more ripped from my hands.

“What do you want Malfoy?” I snapped, lurching myself from my comfortable position on the couch to stand up and get in his face...well chest as I couldn’t quite reach his face. I threw my quill to the ground with my books for effect.

He laughed, finding my anger amusing. I really shouldn’t give him the time of day considering. “Nothing, Just was wondering why a Mudblood like you would be so interested in your spell book.” I rolled my eyes, here it was again. This same argument. Blah blah blah only Purebloods should be allowed into Hogwarts let alone Slytherin, how dare they let anyone else in. I wasn’t in the mood for his shit.

“Why aren’t you at the game?” I tried to change the subject in attempts to distract him so I could grab my book from those long slender fingers of his.

This seemed to work, a small smirk crept across his face as he thought. “Now usually I would love to see Potter get hit by a few bludgers, whether it be rain or sunshine but I got bored. I notice you aren’t at the game either though?”

I retreated, trying to gather up some of my books from the floor along with my quill. “Thought I could get some studying in, seeing as someone kept distracting me today with his increasingly obnoxious remarks and actions.” I looked up to glare at the blonde boy for a moment before going to reach for my last book. A foot stopped me, pressing down onto my transfiguration book - wedging it down onto the hard stone floor.

“Move,” I gave his foot a shove - dropping my other books in the process.

This seemed to amuse him more. I really shouldn’t humour him in such way. “Oh,” he raised an eyebrow. “You were distracted by me?”

I laughed, “don’t flatter yourself Draco. You’re pretty fucking annoying.”

“I’m pretty?”

Ugh, I cant win with him. I never can, he’s a lost hope. “No prettier than any muggle.” I bit back, grabbing my book harshly from under his foot. He slipped backwards and fell to the floor. His face turned from shock to anguish to anger within a matter of a few seconds.

Draco crawled forwards quickly, shoving me back too. My wand cluttered to the floor and the light went out. I scrambled for it but was grabbed by my ankle and pulled backwards. “Fucking Mudblood, take that back.” I looked up at him, fire overtook his shining silver eyes. I took a swing at his pale face but his hand caught me. “Don’t” he warned harshly.

I went still, panting from the quick movements from before, what was even happening? Many of my fights with him had never ended up getting as physical as this. His hand slipped down my wrist - pressing it to the floor as his body hovered over mine. His hand squeezed mine harshly to the point that a pain sprung out from my wrist. I yelped out in pain. “Draco, you’re hurting me.” I looked worriedly up into those anguished eyes of his. I expected to see anger radiating through them, but instead a brief flash of concern washed over his sharp features.

His hand softened on mine and he pulled back. I didn’t expect an apology from him, he wouldn’t stoop that low. I scampered away from him, grabbing my books quickly and shuffling them together. I quickly skirted off to my room, leaving him sitting on the floor in the common room.

x x x

“Go away Draco,” I yelled behind me as I walked around a corner, one corridor to another. I’d just finished divination class with Professor Trelawney and of course that idiot tried to talk to me on the tower staircase.

I basically ran down the stairs, trying to get as far away from that Slytherin as I could. My care of magical creatures class in ten minutes could wait, I had to ditch the blonde haired silver eyed boy first. I raced down the stairs to the dungeons, hoping to wait him out in my bedroom. The footsteps behind me got louder and louder. I slammed the common room door in his face, leaning my back against it. The look of hurt that I’d just seen a brief flash of in that moment where I’d shut the door confused me. What was he trying to do?

I took a step away from the door, giving myself a moment before I let it swing open. He stepped through slowly and cautiously, watching my movements as if he were wondering if I’d attack him again. I looked around the common room, it was eerily quiet again. Great now I was left alone with this git. I sighed and walked towards the couches, with him in tow. I dropped my satchel containing my books and orb from divination to the ground before leaning against the armrest. I crossed my arms for effect.

“What do you want Draco?” I signed again, a long sigh. I was tired of all this, I hope he knew that.

He threw his hands up in the air, he looked as defeated as I felt. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sick of keeping up this false pretence.”

I dropped my arms from my chest. “What?”

He moved forwards slightly, just slight enough for me to recognise that there wasn’t much space between us. “I just want you to stop hating me.” Draco whispered. He put one hand on my shoulder causing shocks to move through my body.

I looked up at his pale face, seeing the slight pink tint to his cheeks, his platinum hair was messy and falling into his eyes. My eyes trailed down to his chest. His shirt was wider open than usual, his tie loose around his neck. I could see a small freckle upon his collarbone that was protruding out sharply. I had to admit his sharp jawline was elegant in a way, such a shame it was connected to an irritating person.

“I don’t hate you,” I whispered back. I didn’t know why we were whispering, nobody was in the common room, they were probably all at class - like we should be. His eyes lit up at my comment. “I just wish you’d give up on all this Mudblood shit and annoying me, I didn’t choose my parents, just like you didn’t choose yours. You must know hoe that feels.”

He nodded. I knew his story, there was always talks in Slytherin of Deatheaters and who’s parents are one, were one, gonna be one. Draco’s parents famously are Deatheaters and he’s expected to be one, whether or not he likes it. He hung his head lowly for a moment - thinking about what I said before looking into my eyes again. He brushed my red hair from my face before resting his other hand on my waist.

“I know.” He sounded so quiet, his voice cracked and that was it for me. I moved forwards in attempts to soothe the boy, but I awkwardly elbowed him in the ribs and knocked my face into his. His hand flew up to my face to stop me from falling any further into him, moving away from me his lips brushed against mine. My eyes went wide as so did his.

“Ah fuck,” he pulled away and I leant back further onto the couch, hoping to cease to exist somehow. Could I just obliterate myself now and here? Fuck.

I wiped my lips with my middle and index fingers, feeling the warmth that irradiated from them now. “I’m sorry,” I looked up at Draco, knowing he wouldn’t apologise. But I felt genuinely bad for elbowing him before.

“I’m not.” He rushed forwards once more, cupping my face with his hands and slamming his lips against mine. Shocks went off in every which way of my body as I settled into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling the boy closer to me. His fingers moved, grasping at my shirt and pulling my tie free, dipping his hands underneath the fabric and pushing it up.

I grasped at his hair, entangling my fingers in it as I moved my mouth against his. He wrapped his arms under my legs and pulled them out from under me, I instinctively wrapped them around his hips, holding on for dear life as he swung me around. He settled on the couch next to us leaning back comfortably as he began to pepper kisses down my throat. I shifted my legs and began to straddle him, lifting myself off of the couch slightly.

I kissed his forehead as it passed my lips, Draco’s sliver hair gleamed with a green tint from the light. He pulled away and mischievously grinned up at me. “I can’t believe I’m making out with a Mudblood.” There was a humorous tone to his voice so I took it as a shitty joke.

“Shut up Draco,” I said with a smile and moved my head down once more to kiss him.

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