𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

23

Avoiding Potter has gotten a lot harder to do, usually he'd avoid me as-well and it was a mutual agreement to stay out of each others path.

Since my last threats and our heated encounter, that hasn't been the case.
He's been sorta lingering around Draco and I, whispering to Ron and Hermione when we'd past by, it's gotten strange: Hermione and I even stopped hanging out because she's been busy with stuff, I zone out and think about how she awkwardly waved at me on our way out from potions.

"Y/n, are you listening" Draco's voice rings in my ear, knocking me back to the present, "um no can you repeat it" I chime back—"Professor Umbridge, as been putting up more rules—she suspects Potter up to something" he whispered with a spiteful look smeared across his face.

"I hope his group has nothing to do with me, he's got it way out for me now" I hush back, breath hitching his exposed neck as a pink tint is visible to the touch. We went on about the night at the Astronomy tower and how we threaten to kill each other, but he seemed unfazed and comfortable me so I didn't complain.

Draco sensing my reference brushed it off, "I told you don't worry about it love" he slithered nonchalantly— for him assume but it's been confusing me. He'd call me pet names such as "babe" or "baby" all in sarcasm, but he'd use "love" or "darling" in a more sincere manner— it was almost enjoyable before I re-consider its Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy, a boy I fear to grow fond of.

I've noticed the time we spent together was not unnoticed by many, and people talk.
Our time has become more of value as we learn more about each other and bond on well connections, like our hatred for crickets—- "I hate crickets" Draco spat in disgust, "agreed" I murmured, "did we agree on something m'lady" he mocked. Oh I forgot about that one, "m'lady" it was sure something.

Thought most of our bonds were connected through hate of lawfully unbearable things it was a start for me to believe he was enjoyable person— with problems, major, Problems. That never stopped our flirty relationship, that consisted of heated moments and a bit of harmless teasing that I never let go to far, it was solely for fun— but when it got sappy that made me break, we'd let a kiss or two slip but nothing else, nothing more.

"I can't stand the bloody color of this painting" Draco mumbles in annoyance, I roll my eyes in the same annoyance "what do you stand" I question him as we strut to potions: turning a few heads as people quietly catch onto our exchanged words.

He sucks on his lips making a squeaking noise, then turn to me as I raise my eyebrow facing him in a condescending posture. He slowly bends down to my eye level, and moves a stray head from my face exposing my neck and dove in "You. Of course". I inhale and roll my eyes again to see a rather tense boy from the corner being comforted by his two best friends.

I see the sight before me, then tugging at Draco's tie to close the distance before us and breathing harshly on his neck "show me", he smirked standing up taking the back of my head pushing together our lips for a harsh passionate kiss. His lips move fast then breaking my exterior letting his tongue slip through to more passionate and needy snog, our mouthes move in syncs as the move taste of his lips pull off and his other hand applies more pressure and pulling up so I am directly facing him "was that good enough, darling" he chuckled accomplished.

"No" —our relationship was confusing I didn't know why I did that, I don't want to admit it but it's probably because I wanted to make someone jealous. I shift the blame to having feeling for Draco but that makes me feel more guilty, I like our flirtatious relationship and his caring presence in my times of pain but do I really need that right now. I'll continue up with it but it will keep me up during the late hours, I say plastering the same cocky smirk at the now baffled Draco and stroll into the golden trio as the scoot aside for me.

I not dare to look Potter in his eyes, to much aggression in his present before his throat clears most definitely directed towards me, "skipping class Transvaal, aw come on don't be such a bad girl" in a blatantly exasperated sarcastic tone. "Not now Harry" Hermione whispers trigged, "Yeah listen to Granger. Sod off, Potter" Draco spoke back in defensive of me— Merlin both their jaws were clenched with fisted hands and a death glare, surely a sight.

"Or what, Malfoy"

I'm so tried and wanna finished my book "a vow so bold and deadly" by brigid kemmerer, it's good but a bit confusing at first so I haven't checked for any spelling errors so pardon me— what's your favorite book? Any any book recommendations? Thank you <33

Prim.

Ps next chapter is probably Harold's point of view so yuh