Draco Malfoy Imagines

20- Unseen Smiles

Careful glances, subtle touches, dreamy smiles.

All things everyone noticed except for them.

Unrequited love. A scary term. Something no one whose fallen hard wants to be actively thinking about. Yet does, almost constantly.

Those thoughts are a tight knot that sits low in your stomach, heavy like led. It churns as you read into little things, trying to dig up any kind of hidden meaning (good or bad) behind a glance, a swallow, or smile.

These things also send you hurtling into constant self doubt, worrying your making up or over-dramatising something everyone else can clearly see is nervous flirting. God I don't even want to talk about how your internal monologue try's to help you cope (news flash: they don't!)

This however, in my humble opinion is what makes the beginning of a possible relationship. Despite the constant back and forth battle between your own thoughts, it's so very exciting. Those moments, often before self doubt gets in the way, where you catch them looking at you for a second longer than most would, they feel like the highest highs.

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DRACOS POV:

Holy fuck I think I'm going to actually shit myself.

Why am I doing this?

I thought, acting as though my legs were moving on their own accord.

Though my brain was essentially ready to chicken out, my physical body kept pushing forward through the relatively quiet halls.

I wonder if she- NOPE!

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, we are not going into the i wonder if thoughts, because they quickly turn into what if thoughts. And although similar to one another, it is the what if questions that will have me off the astronomy tower faster than you can say terminal over-thinker.

I continued my brisk walk down the hall, knowing I was getting closer to who I was looking for.

My intrusive thoughts where cracking through what I tried to distract myself with. Unfortunately it doesn't seem fixating on the bird pecking aimlessly at the damp autumn ground is helping, nor is my own internal commentary.

Wow look a black-bird, I hope he's having lovely time out there, the weather today is impeccabl— oh god I sound like y/n— why does she have to use such old-British-lady vocabulary? Is that mean to say? I think it's cute but I don't like that it's rubbing off on me... wait fuck I'm trying to NOT think about her. Oh my god somebody needs to actually put me to slee-

'Draco! Hi, how's your morning going?' There she is, right where I knew she'd be. Sitting on top of the wooden picnic bench, book in hand, waiting for her friends to show up.

'Hey Y/n, it's going great-' only three mental breakdowns on the way here, 'What about yours?'

She smiles, it appears sheepish and she takes a moment to answer, her face and tinging a reddish pink. I hope I'm not coming on too strong? Is asking about your morning in return to much? That's just common etiquette right?

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Y/N'S POV:

Oh my god I'm going red. I can feel it. Fuck wait is thinking about it making it worse? What do I do? Shit wait he's waiting on an answer-

'Ah, well it's kind of like, chilly out-' I did not just say "chilly" what am I a seventy year old lady trying to talk to her crush from bingo?