Dracotok Story

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It's the morning, and you're lying under the sheets on Draco's chest. Your head is buried in the crook of his neck, and his hands are resting on the small of your back.

The silence is interrupted upon your ringtone. You lazily pick up your phone: 'da chosen one 😛⚡️ is calling...'

You pick it up. "What?" You say, annoyed that Harry interrupted your sleep.

"Are you coming to breakfast or what? It's almost over."

"Shit," you say, checking the time. He's right. Breakfast ends in 8 minutes. "Sorry, yeah. I'll try to be there soon." You hang up.

"I don't want to leave," you say, closing your eyes again.

"Well I guess I'm stuck here until you get up," Draco says. He moves the hair out of your face and accepts that it might be a couple minutes until you get up. "We're not going to breakfast, are we?" He says.

You exhale. "We'll swing by the kitchens before class."

Draco rubs your back, which only makes you want to lay there longer. He looks at you, proud that he brings you comfort. Proud that out of all the guys in the world, he's the one you're laying on right now.

You eventually get up after a few minutes and start to get ready.

It's your last year at Hogwarts, and you've kind of stopped caring if you're late to class or not. It's only been a month of school so far, and yo've already got two detentions. As soon as Draco finds out you got detention, he'll insult a professor or something so he knows you're not alone in detention.

You arrive in your first class that you have with Hermione on time. "Were you with Draco?" She asked.

You nodded, stuffing your face with a croissant.

"That's what I figured when you didn't come back last night."

•••

After lunch, you sit next to Draco in Divination. This class bores you more than the others. Your head is resting on your fist, and your elbow's resting on the table in front of you. Your other hand is being held by Draco's. He has a similar look of boredom on his face.

Trelawney has been rambling on about some 'big tragedy' that's supposed to happen at the end of the year. You don't mind when she talks nonsense, because at least you don't have to listen.

She sweeps across the room, predicting what will happen to almost all students during this time.

"You," she says, pointing a crooked finger at Ron. She studies him close before coming to a conclusion. "You will lose someone close." She takes a step forward and meets his eye level. "It will take a while for you to heal, my boy." Ron has a flustered look on his face, not believing her.

Trelawney glances at Harry, sitting next to Ron. She closes her eyes for a second to read him, then says "this tragedy will change you, Harry Potter. You will play a big part in it, and your life will be on the line."

Harry looks like he doesn't give a damn about anything, and mumbles "that's a first," to Ron when she leaves.

Trelawney slides over to where you're seated. "Malfoy, let's see..."

Draco looks at you, eager to hear what she's gonna say.

"Ah, yes. There will be some big decisions coming your way. You will be conflicted."

He looks back at you, eyebrows raised.

"Well, that was interesting," you say as Draco walks you to your next class.

"Big tragedy," he says, mocking Trelawney's tone. He scoffs.

"Big decisions," you say, wiggling your fingers in his face. You both laugh.