Twisted (Year 3)

The Theory

TW: Anxiety attack/ Mild sexual content

~(Y/N) POV~

"What's your plan?" I sink into a leather couch next to Draco.

"I'll use the injury to our advantage." He shrugs.

"How's your injured arm going to help us?" I raise my eyebrow.

"It'll get the Slytherin team out of playing Gryffindor. I'll pretend the injury is much more serious than it really is, and we'll have an opportunity to watch their plays. Plus, I heard the weather is going to be horrible." He explains.

"Good idea." I sit up excitedly. "And we'll have more time to practice." 

"There's more." He tilts his head to the right. "I think my father can get Hagrid sacked." 

"Who cares about that?" I roll my eyes. "He's not a terrible teacher. Far less boring than Kettleburn." 

"Come on. It'll make the trio fume. Maybe the ministry will even execute the Hippogriff. That'll be fun to watch." He smiles.

"That's disgusting, Draco." I groan. "I don't want to watch something get beheaded."

"I think it's a great plan." He nods to himself.

"I'm sure you do." I pat his shoulder and stand up.

"Sorry I made you miss dinner, by the way." Draco stands beside me. "You didn't have to wait for me in the hospital wing."

"It's alright. I'm not hungry anyway." I nod and walk towards the girl's dormitories. It's getting late, and I should probably go to bed soon.

"Can I sleepover? I can't stand Crabbe's snoring. I can hear it through the walls." Draco looks around the room nonchalantly. 

I don't have a problem with it, but we are getting older. And I assumed Draco didn't want to sleepover anymore. I guess he still does, and I couldn't be happier. I don't want things to be awkward just because he's a boy. 

'A boy.' I blurt internally. 'And not just any boy. Draco. Lucius. Malfoy.'

I curse myself for thinking about it this way. Draco's my friend. My very best friend. Nothing's changed. 

"Of course, let's go." I link my arm with his, being careful not to show an ounce of worry. Why should I? I've known him for years.

When we get to my dorm, I lock the door behind us. Draco drops his robe to the floor and collapses onto my bed. 

"I'm not going back to my dorm to change." He yawns. "Do you have a pair of my sweatpants in here?" 

"Yeah. Top drawer to the left." I point to the tall black dresser located in the corner of my room.

He pulls out sweatpants a t-shirt.

"I love how you have an entire drawer dedicated to my clothing." He leans against the dresser with one hand.

"It's not my fault you keep giving it to me." I roll my eyes. "And you practically live in here."

"Likely story. If I didn't know any better, Wolfwood, I'd say you're obsessed with me." He smirks.

I feel my cheeks heat up a bit, and he stalks towards me.

"It was a joke, (Y/n). Ever heard of one?" He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and walks into the bathroom to change. 

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Hurry up. I've got to change too." I rub my hands over my eyes, trying to calm myself down.