royalty ; draco malfoy x reader

4. The Breakfast Confrontation

"Everything is all weird now!" Draco grumbled, gelling his hair back in the mirror. Blaise, who was stood next to him in the mirror brushing his teeth, gave him a look.

"I thought you said you didn't feel anything for her, man," he cocked his brow and spat the toothpaste froth from his mouth into the sink.

"I don't! But I feel like I'm supposed to..." Draco trailed off, putting his hair gel back into the mirror cupboard. Blaise kept his eyes on him questioningly, still brushing his teeth. "I'm supposed to be in love with her, but I'm not, you get me?" Draco sighed. Blaise nodded slowly, brows furrowed more than ever. "But then because I'm supposed to it's like my brain is trying to placebo me to think I..." He trailed off again.

"So you have fake feelings for her?" Blaise filled the blank. Draco sighed and sat on the edge of the changing bench, putting his face in his hands. "I don't buy that dude, either you have feelings for her or you don't, you're a smart guy, you'll be able to tell soon enough," Blaise chuckled in disbelief at Draco's state, as he had never seen him like this before, and slung a towel over his shoulder. "Now if you don't mind I need to take a shower," He said, carefully stepping towards the changing bench and hanging his towel on the hooks above it. Draco nodded and stood up to leave as Blaise started getting undressed.

Oh god it better not be real feelings, Draco thought to himself, his father would not be happy at all. He put on his robes and went downstairs into the common room to wait. Pansy usually went to breakfast much earlier than he did and he was currently about half an hour in front of his every day schedule so he might as well go to breakfast with her. His father would definitely be much happier about that, only Draco couldn't really see her as anything other than a friend, as much as Pansy herself might wish otherwise.

"Draco!" Pansy shouted gleefully, walking over to him. "You're awake early, bad nights sleep?" she asked, standing in front of him. Draco didn't know what to say so just shrugged.

"Something like that, thought we could go to breakfast together since I'm awake early," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Pansy smiled and nodded. She stood up and her too-high-for-school leather shoes clicked on the marble floor of the common room and then pulled down and smoothed her skirt. She smiled as she saw Draco watching her, not knowing he was just zoned out. They headed out of the common room and into the Great Hall, tiredly trudging up many flights of stairs as they went.

Draco halted immediately as they stepped through the doors into the Great Hall.

"Oh no no no no," Draco faltered. His heart started pounding in his head. Y/N was there, being all ethereal and effortlessly beautiful. He had never thought of anyone like that before yet it was the only words he could think of as he saw Y/N. Pansy grabbed his arm as he turned to leave.

"Draco," she laughed. "Where are you going? We just got here," Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Y/N. Her smile fell slightly, a pang of jealousy in her chest. "Oh," Draco tried to pull out of her grasp and leave, he was so terrified of the way he felt.

"Malfoy? Parkinson? Mind getting out of the way?" A beautifully smooth voiced hissed. Draco looked up to see that Y/N had in fact approached them, standing with her arms crossed in front of them, tapping her foot impatiently. There was an unmistakable flush on her cheeks that she was trying her best to hide behind her disapproving look. His face hardened to match her expression, melting away the frantic nervousness of a few seconds ago.

"Actually we were just waiting for you to leave before we went to eat. I find you put me off my food," Draco spat, normal demeanour intact for the first time in days. Y/N rolled her eyes and blew a loose strand of hair out of her face. She stepped threateningly towards him, faltering slightly after smelling the Dior Sauvage coming off of him. She tried to push down the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Well I'm sure glad I finished eating before you showed up, although at the smell of whatever you're wearing I can feel the food coming back up," Y/N retorted.

"Gross," Pansy scoffed. Y/N blushed a bit, maybe that was a bit too disgusting. Draco simply smirked.

"It's Dior Sauvage, it probably smells bad to you because you're not used to the expensive things in life," He teased, stepping forward and giving Y/N another good whiff. The smell was strong but enticing and suited Draco very well. She shut her eyes and subtly tried to breathe through her nose.

"Smells good," Y/N mumbled unintelligibly. Draco quirked an eyebrow and went to ask what she said but she moved to the side. "Just go eat, Malfoy," she groaned. Pansy and Draco exchanged a look as Y/N slipped past them and disappeared swiftly down the corridor.

"Did she actually say I smelled good or am I losing my mind?" Draco wondered aloud. Pansy, although she had heard her, was not going to let Draco know out of pure jealousy. Pansy shook her head and shrugged, grabbing his arm again and leading him to the Slytherin table. Draco couldn't stop thinking about that little whisper that had escaped Y/N's mouth, seemingly by accident. What had she said?

Y/N mentally cursed at herself as she rushed down the corridor back to her dorm. Why did she say that he smelled good out loud? Why did he smell so mesmerising? Why was him sneering at her so hot? She groaned in frustration and collapsed against the wall.

"I'm sure I can get away with skipping first period today," she mumbled defeatedly to herself.