Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

stress

       "I was hoping so?" I question him. He drops his hand from my grasp, leaving them at his sides. He turns his head back to the sky, until I hear him laughing.

My heart drops to my feet.

"I'm bad for you, obviously, the last couple days prove it."

"What if I don't care," I say quietly.

"That's the problem. Because I don't care either; I'm selfish Y/n. You wouldn't be able to tell anyone, ever. Always being a secret? I know aren't that kind of girl," he shakes his head from stopping himself from laughing, "You deserve holding someone's hand in public, not sneaking away late at night."

My jaw dropped. Would I be able to handle that? All of the stress, this 'secret' is huge. Is it all worth it?

The wind was now freezing, each gust almost feeling like ten degree drops. He seems so unbothered, almost refreshed. I don't make any mention to it, I can't leave this now.

Draco adds, "I'm not sweet like Harry... or Fred."

"How did you know about Fred?" My eyes widen, Fred and I were never together. Only flirting, I had made him swear he wouldn't tell Ron anything.

"Oh come on, your faces looking at each other, even staring from different tables it was obvious. He was down hard," Draco grabs my wrist, starting walking along the water, again with me behind, bewildered.

"You watch me a lot don't you?"

"Maybe,"

"Draco, obviously if I'm not with Harry... or Fred, maybe I don't want sweet?" I question him, holding my tongue. Draco could definitely be his own type of sweet when he wants to.

"Maybe you don't know what you want." He states bluntly, leaving me running in front of him to stop him from walking any farther away from me.

"I think I do..." my voice trails as his fingers trace my cheekbones.

"Are you cold?" He replies.

"Stop avoiding this."

"I only asked you if you were cold," he whispers, his fingers now trailing along my jawline, to my neck.

"Listen to me," My voice picks up. He can't expect me to stand out here forever.

"Listening..." I could hear his smirk through his tone, like I was just entertaining him.

"I want you. I want you as much as you won't admit to yourself, that you want me too." I smirk back at him, standing on my tippy toes, so I meet the height of his chin.

"Do I now?" His voice echoes through my head. I could barely see his cold breath, freezing into the air.

"Shut up," I hold back a laugh.

His lips meet mine, but soon pull apart. I frown, "Why must you torture me?"

" I wouldn't be able to stop, Y/n. We both know you're freezing, and as much fun as that sounds..." His lips meet my neck, briefly kissing me. "Plus with the way Blaise has been he will probably come looking for you soon. When you were in your dorm his main focus the entire time was you."

I throw my head back annoyed, rolling my eyes. I know I had to meet Blaise, but as much as I want to stay, I can't ditch him after everything he's done for me.

"Will you wait in my room?" I ask, hoping for a yes.

"I don't know," He teases, "I'm pretty sure there's is a Slytherin party tonight. Potter might come... but I'm sure if you just want to 'relax' in your room..."