His Wanted Girl

Chapter Nine: Waking Up

Your eyes fluttered open, seeing a woken Draco. He was still playing with your hair. "Good morning, darling." You giggled.

"Good morning, d/n/n." You closed your eyes again and inhaled Draco's scent. He always smelled like mint, apples, and expensive cologne. How does that stuff not wear off at night?

"Good morning, lovebirds." Blaise said. He was making his bed. All of the other boys did the same. Draco just stayed in his comfy position with you.

"Breakfast is starting. See you later." He lead Crabbe and Goyle outside, as they waved to you.

"Bye, pretty girl." Mattheo muttered, walking out. Maybe you two could become better friends. He seemed to take interest in you.

"Bye, boys. Have a good day." With your message, the door shut quietly.

Draco laughed. "What's funny?" You asked, confused at his action.

"They like you." You shook your head, indicating that you were still not understanding. "They don't always..like people."

"Why? How many girls have you brought here?" You hoped he said none (besides you, of course), but you didn't know.

"Well, there was Jenny and Trisha and Joanne. Oh! How stupid of me! Joanna." This kid really had to emphasize the last letter of Joanna's name like that. Your face fell. Just great. You're another one of his games.

He looked down at you with regret, concern, and shock written on his face. "You didn't actually believe that, did you?" You simply shrugged. "...You're the only one, Y/n. That's a promise."

You didn't know what to say, he was being so..cute. You decided, because of your sudden shock, that you would just be sassy. "Okay, then how did you come up with so many names so quickly?"

"I let my brain think of girls, that by the way don't even go to this school, and just said them...It was supposed to be sarcasm. It was dumb. There I go, being dumb again." You gently tapped his chest. You didn't mean to offend him, likewise in his opinions.

"You're not dumb. You just have to watch what comes out of your mouth or you could lose me." You said with a smirk. You were joking, and it was obvious because he could tell.

"Ah, I'm offended." He put his hand up to his forehead dramatically, causing you to laugh. He never showed this side to anyone else; it was only you. That could be one of the things he meant by "you're the only one." Either way, you were joyful.

"We should probably get ready now."

"Alright." He sighed.

"Draco."

"Love?" Your cheeks now had a very light tint. Maybe you should call him by a pet name
and see how he reacts.

"You have to let go of me, if we're going to get ready."

"Why can't we just use our imagination?" You both chuckled.

"Because we have to go to the Great Hall asap or we miss breakfast. It's already," you looked at his clock. "7;54."

"Fine." He said, grumpily.

Draco's POV

I didn't want to let her go. She was adorable. Her hair got a bit messy, but she moved around a bit. What I really loved was that, every time she moved, she would always come back to me.

She ended up getting in the same position we were in, when we fell asleep. This girl. I like her so much. I can't wait to tell mum about her. She'll love Y/n. My dad never really cares, but he'll like her too.

Maybe one day, I'll take her to the manor. She'd like it. I could trick her into thinking we don't have a guest bedroom, and she could stay with me again! She's a true Ravenclaw though, so she won't fall for it; I mean, it is a mansion. But my bed is much bigger there. It would be nice. She'd like it there.

There's a garden with her favorite flowers. There's a kitchen with her favorite food. There's a house elf (she loved them, finds them cute).
There's more, but she'll found out soon. Well, as soon as I can. Mom has to know about her first. She can tell dad herself; I'm not as big of a "daddy's boy" as everyone says I am.

Anyway, she'll be happy. It's only the second day of school, so in a few months, Thanksgiving will come and she can come over. Her mum knows mine, so maybe she can come too; Y/n lost her dad at five. She didn't deserve that. She handles the pain like a pro though. I hope she knows I'm always there for her.