Draco Malfoy x Obama x y/n

8; Crush

Y/N POV

I spot Drako sitting next to a boy he's not usually around, and feel a strange pang in my heart. "Who's that?"

"Oh, that's Obama." Ben informs me. "He's a tea-spiller."

"Ben, that's quite rude! I think America is kind of exotic" Christian admits, his cheeks flushing. Ben's scowl deepens.

"He's not wrong, Ben" Poot adds. "Obama's cute"

"And definitely cuter than the other American exchange student" remarks Penelope as she uses a handheld mirror to fix her eyeliner.

"What other exchange student?" I wonder aloud.

"Bunker boy" Poot giggles.

"That's not his name!" Harriet frowns.

"Okay then, Miss Toehler What is his name?"

"...I dont know, but thats not it"

"Bunker boys that slytherin in 1st year with a bad spray tan and mysogynistic tendencies" Poot tells me.

"Okay" I change the subject. "Well why is Drako hanging out with Obama amyway?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Poot rolls her eyes at my confused expression. "He likes him, you dickwad"

"Coochiewad" I correct her.

"Yeah, yeah, coochiewad"

Just then, her earlier comment settles in. Drako? Liking Obama? I could've sworn Drako was straight. And why did the idea of Drako liking Obama make me want to hurl?

bitch-bitch-bitch

Drako POV

I'm so confused about my feelings. Why can't i just be a good boyfriend? why must i feel this way about Obama? why does obama have to be so tempting?

A rush of guilt fills me, swelling deep in my gut and i look up, my amber optics meeting Obama's nut( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) brown ones.

All thoughts rush out of my head as i stare, mesmerized by his ravishing face.

I come back to my senses when he chuckles, deep and soft. Heat pools in my stomach. Obama talks, but I don't hear a word, fixated on brown, plump lips.

Suddenly, he closes his book with a clap. I blink, confused.

Obama smiles, packing up his things. "We're obviously not getting any work done"

I frown. Is that it? Is he just... leaving? He starts to walk out of the library, and I get a eyeful of back and... lower back.

Obama turns back. "You coming?"

"Huh?" I raise my eyebrows, heat flushing my cheeks. "Oh! Yes!"

I hurry after him, and he stands at the door, waiting for me.

I almost forget about my boyfriend, but when I do, I avert my gaze in embarrassment, glad my significant other can't see me now.