Her Eyes || Draco Malfoy

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"Sorry I just think that Potter shouldn't have gotten second place" Ruby complained as we walked down the busy corridor, talking about yesterdays task.

I sighed, agreeing with her silently "I mean good for him obviously but has it ever occurred to anyone that there is some favoritism with him?" She continued as we entered the courtyard.

I awkwardly pushed my glasses up my nose as I looked at her nodding but not saying a word when we passed a small group of 3rd year Gryffindors who all gave us disgusted looks.

Gryffindor's were never fond of me because I'm in Slytherin but ever since Draco and I started dating their hate for me started to grow and grow which I didn't evem know was possible.

Ignoring them I rolled my eyes and continued walking forward till I broke off from Ruby to head to the library.

"Strange seeing you without Malfoy, Fay" said Ron as I turned the corner coming face to face with him, Harry and Hermonie.

I narrowed my eyes slightly and adjusted my glasses "yeah well, I don't need to be with him in order to survive" I responded, clearly irritated with the ginger.

He seemed a little suprised I even said anything given how I've basically ignored him since 2nd year after the trio pushed me away.

I tried pushing past them, hitting Ron's shoulder while doing so but instead a firm grip grabbed my arm causing me to look over at a pair of green eyes.

"Draco wouldn't like that you guys are bugging me" I said with a blank, uninterested tone in my voice that matched the look on my face.

"but you said-" Ron started but eventually trailed off when I shook Harry off and crossed my arms "do you actually want to talk to me?"

The trio nodded making me sigh "fine, what is it you three need so badly?" I asked as I tilted my head slightly to the side.

They hesitated at first but eventually Hermonie spoke up "well you see Iris we need your help with something" she started and I knew this just meant trouble.

"Someone is stealing from Snape's personal stores and Snape thinks its us" she paused, possibly waiting for a reaction from me as I narrowed my eyes and looked between the trio "but whats being stolen is Polyjuice Potion ingredients"

My eyes widened when I remembered the conversation between Blaise, Draco and I only a week prior "I think I can help you" I said as I gestured them to follow me so we could get more privacy.

We ended up in an empty classroom as I told them about what happened with Blaise.

"—but I don't think he would want to change into anyone for any reason I think he's curious maybe he saw whoever was taking the ingredients" I said as I sat down on one of the desks in the classroom which earned me a look of disgust from Ron.

I scrunched my nose up and tilted my chin up slightly which caused him to look away "Zabini doesn't seem like the type to steal from Snape so I see your point" Hermonie agreed, seeming slightly unsettled just like Ron.

"I— why are you looking at me like that?" I asked harshly before freezing and realizing why they were looking at me like that.

Ron snorted as I shot my head over to him quickly and narrowing my eyes "shut up Weasley" I hissed causing him to fall silent and apologize quietly.

"Anyways, I can't ask him— Blaise I mean, about why he was asking me about it without him insulting me and a fight breaking out between him and Draco again" I said as I pushed my hair back and bringing it over my shoulder.

"So unfortunately you're out of luck"

They didn't respond as I looked over at the clock and jumped off the desk to leave "well I've got to meet with Draco so we can study for the potions test coming up" I mumbled as I opened the door, leaving with the trio following not so far after me.

As I got closer to the library the more anxious I grew for whatever reason, probably because I had Ron, Harry and Hermonie following after me.

I pushed open the doors to the library and almost immediately found the blonde. A small smile fell on my lips when I sat down next to him, kissing his cheek and scotting my chair closer to him so I could look at the book he was.

Smiling when his hand fell onto mine which rested on my lap and his head fell onto my shoulder soon following mine, which rested against his.

this was the rare pda which he engaged in.