Just Friends ; Draco Malfoy

025

"i swear to god"

"Ew!" I screeched, rubbing my eyes in hopes that the scene of Pansy Parkinson fucking Blaise Zabini on her bed would just fade away and that it was something I had only imagined. But... It wasn't.

"Fuck, E!" Blaise scoffed, pulling away and grabbing for his pants.

"Am I... interrupting?" Sarcasm overflowed me, as Blaise just glared. "Piss off, pretty boy. I need to speak to, P." He rolled his eyes.

"If it's about, Malfoy I can help." I sighed.

"How can you help?" I held my hands on my hips, portraying myself as an angry mom that couldn't return a cheap piece of produce to the local supermarket.

"Well, if you weren't aware Draco Malfoy's my best friend and sadly he tells me every little detail about you and his petty little life." My eyes lit up.

"He talks about me?" I was suddenly intrigued, ignoring everything I'd just witnessed and taking a seat on the bed.

"God, Young." Blaise shuffled around, finally finding a shirt which I assumed to be his as he threw it over his head with ease. "You're so self centered, just like him." Pansy giggled.

"What's so funny?" My hands flew up, as she just continued her little giggles not daring to speak a word.

"You're both pathetic, honestly you're perfect for each other." Pansy shushed Blaise, but he just continued his words as she threw on her top. "The sad part about it is how blind the two of you are to see how perfect you really are for one another." I scoffed.

"Malfoy and I aren't perfect for one another." Blaise grinned.

"Right... so you're just overly obsessed with one another?" I was about to reply, but everyones eyes went wide as they stared off behind me.

"Good evening." I scoffed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I walked up to him, staring into the platinum blondes eyes as he stared right back into mine.

"I could ask you the same thing." He grinned, licking his lips then pulling me out of the room.

"Where are we going?" He continued pulling me, finally leading us into an empty bedroom.

"Malfoy Manor!" I choked on air as we apparted, slapping him across the face once I realized where we were.

"What the fuck, Malfo-" He'd kissed me again, pinning me against the wall as his hands traveled down my waist and to my thighs. He poked his fingers into my legs, the odd feeling giving me a signal to jump to which I did. What can I say, I was about to relapse and I needed a fix. A fix that he could give me; himself.

I was in his arms, my eyes closed as he continued to kiss me and carry me down some stairs and into a room. The room was cold, freezing if you will. It was much cooler than Draco's room had ever been, feeling like a blizzard has just passed through. "Where are we?" I panted, as he laid me down on a sofa.

"The basement." He leaned in again, but this time I pulled away. My head bumped into his, as I sat up looking around.

"Apricot, guava, and coconut cream..." I scoffed, pushing Draco off of me completely and onto the floor. "She's been here," he looked away from me, avoiding the littlest of eye contact. "Drac-"

"Yeah, she has." I chewed on my lip, sitting back on the strange sofa and staring at the wall.

"Why? Why bring me here then?" He shook his head, a strong breath leaving his mouth before he spoke.

"Why else would she of been here?" There it was, the smirk. I just shook my head, his face falling. "What?" His tone held concern, as he got up and started walking closer to me.

"Stay back," I warned him, but he only continued. "I said stay back!" My messy spell flew into him, the blue light causing him to fall on his ass as he huffed.

"What's your problem with, Astoria?" I swallowed.

"The fact that you call her by her first name and not me should be enough of a reason." I turned, a tear slipping my cheek as I tried to leave, but he pulled me back forcing me to stay.

"Why do you care so much?" He was confused, but I could feel and hear the anger that was laced deep down in his voice causing me to scoff.

"Because," he ran his hands through his hair, as I watched a few thin white strands fall onto the floor. "Because- I love you." His neck snapped in my direction, as he threw himself forward.

"Since when?" He looked at the ground, his voice sounding as if he didn't believe me.

"I told you on Christmas Eve." He grinned.

"I thought you were lying..." I smiled, my eyes slowly falling to the floor.

"No." He then grabbed up my face, his thumb brushing across my chin like a paint brush.

"I love you too, Elizabeth."

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A/n
anyway here's an almost normal length chapter