13- Both kinds of butterflies

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A/N: This is short, but enjoy ig I don't like it that much but it's fine 😩

Draco's POV:

The spring air was wafting through the Hogwarts corridors, it was beautiful to be real with you.

The way the early morning rays shone through the gaps in the corridor walls, it gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling.

I had an extra pep in my step due to it all. As I strutted my way through the halls, I paused, eyes flitting back to someone I saw leaning on the railing. Their y/h/c hair reflecting the warm sun rays.

Holy shit-

It was y/n. Jesus Christ, she looked- good.

Good being a understatement. She was letting out a pure laugh that was swayed in my direction by the breeze. She was accompanied by that loopy blonde Ravenclaw girl.

I watched as a small blue butterfly started to fly towards her. Her eyes lit up, eyebrows raised, and she reached a delicate out towards it.

I snapped out of this trance and immediately started trying to walk again in efforts of trying to push away the feeling that was flipping around in my stomach.

As I walked past her, the feeling only intensified, and a almost unstoppable smile was forming on my face. I had to physically press my lips together to keep it from showing.

I heard her voice filled with awe whilst her and the Ravenclaw looked at this little creature.

I picked up the pace and started heading to the first class of the morning when Goyle appeared at my side.

'Hey man-' he paused, looking me up and down before continuing cautiously.

'You look a bit- Er- Red?'

'Oh shove it Goyle I'm just- I'm just warm.'

He shut down the topic immediately and started talking about the latest quidditch game.

I obviously wasn't listening at all, the image of Y/n burnt into my brain, replaying.

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