Fleur-de-Lis: Draco Malfoy x OC

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Clarissa Cardaillet

11pm, Slytherin Dorms

"Draco?" I whispered, placing my head through the crack of the oak prefect dorm's door, conjuring a loud creak.

"Mm", He groaned, rolling over in his velvet sheets.

"Can I sleep with you?" I said, softly, and innocently.

"Why?- yes, but why?" He mumbled.

"I can't sleep", I said, as I climbed into his covers, resting myself next to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist slowly, and nestled his head into my hair, breathing slowly.

He was my drug. My melatonin. I craved his touch and nobody else's. I wanted him, and only him. Falling asleep with him made me realize how much I needed him, and how much I'd been neglecting him ever since we'd had a... thing. But that was an issue for tomorrow. As for now, my mind was focused on him, and nothing else.

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8am, Slytherin Dorms

"Look, Clarissa, I don't care how much sleep you got, you need to get up." Draco sternly said from his dresser.

"Ugh", I whined as I rolled out of his bed, sliding onto the floor.

"Lazy slut" He muttered.

"What did you just say?" I rose my voice.

"You heard me."

"Looks like someone woke up on the bad side of the bed."

"Look, I'll spare you my fucking words. I know about you and Fenwick." My stomach dropped. He didn't think we had a thing, did he? I mean, I had just met him, there was nothing.

"W-Who?"

"Don't bother."

"No, no, wait. What are you talking about?"

"You. And. Fenwick", he enunciated, "I saw you both flirting in the courtyard".

"Woah, woah, you've got to be fucking joking. First off, we weren't flirting. Second, what the hell were you doing in the courtyard at 2am?"

"I think I should be asking you that, Cardaillet."

Ouch. Back to the last name basis. I knew he was mad.

"Please, Draco, believe me, I went on a walk because I couldn't sleep and I ran into him. What was I supposed to do, ignore him?"

"Yes, I believe that's exactly what you should've done."

"You're fucking kidding, I'm not as bloody cold as you Malfoy. I actually talk to people."

"Mhm, right."

"I don't know what point you're trying to make here, but you're certainly being an arsehole about it. Why? Huh? What's digging into your skin?"

"You, Cardaillet. You are. You blame all of your problems on me and it's always my fault. Next thing I know, you'll fucking join the Golden Trio just to get back at me, or, rather, the fucking Order of the Phoenix."

"How do you know about that, Malfoy", I said, through gritted teeth.

"Let's just say word gets around."

"Oh, so you were eavesdropping, too?"

"No, do I look-"

"Cut the shit, Malfoy. I fucking saved your life that one time, and look how that turned out. I should've left you on the fucking bathroom floor to rot."