𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐗𝐗 || 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥

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Draco was still in his bed, staring at the ceiling, even though the sun has already risen and the strokes of rays, hit the floor, which came through his window.

He has been thinking about it. Her smile. It was somehow contagious and he couldn't seem to get her sweet smile off his mind and thinking of it made him smile too.

Why am I feeling like this? He asked himself inside his thought.

He swore that he never ever felt something quite a peculiar feeling. It was somehow familiar like he has heard someone describe this feeling before, but he didn't quite remember who. Maybe perhaps he overheard it from someone during his travels — perhaps a woman or a man. He doesn't remember who it was and he doesn't care. All he cares about was this feeling that he couldn't get rid of.

Was I falling for her?

Yes, he overheard someone talking about their feelings towards a person they are attracted to. It was a feeling of love.

"Fuck, no!" He suddenly sat up from his bed.

He knew from the start that he shouldn't fall for her. He knew that her mother doesn't want any man courting her, let alone a man to marry her, and Y/n even agrees with her mother. She doesn't have any plans of being in a relationship. She stated before that she has no time to fall in love or even find someone suitable for her because she wanted to become successful, and he couldn't do anything about that. He couldn't do anything to get rid of these feelings for just an hour or two. It'll take him months, years, or even worse, maybe he couldn't.

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Draco called Marc over to his apartment in the afternoon. He wanted to make sure that he truly has feelings for her, and Marc was his best choice to ask for now even though sometimes he's kind of a nut head.

"I thought you were supposed to meet with her today." Said Marc, who was sitting down on the couch whilst watching Draco walk back and forth behind the couch that was across from Marc. "For Merlin's sake, Draco. When are you going to stop—"

"I think I'm in love with her!" Draco suddenly blurted, which startled Marc.

"You— you're— you're what?!?" Marc was almost lost in his words.

"I know I shouldn't be but it's...it's just there and I couldn't do anything." Draco doesn't know why he was panicking just because he's in love with her.

"Are you sure you're in love with her?"

"I don't know. Maybe yes. I— fuck." He felt defeated as he made his body fall unto the couch, running his finger through his hair.

Marc, however, smiled at his friend, watching him suffer from his own feelings. Well, Draco wasn't entirely and truly suffering. He kind of find it very fluttering in the heart that it made him feel good, but on the other side, he knew it was a bad thing, let alone forbidden.

"How'd you know you are falling for her?" Marc questioned. "You can't stop thinking about her or—"

"Yes."

"So, you can't stop thinking about her?"

"For Merlin's damn sake, Marc Henry Thompson. Should I even repeat myself?" He flustered.

"Alright, alright, just calm the fuck down. You're panicking like a child."

"Can you be useful for just a day?"

"I'm always useful. I always help you, Draco."

"But when I question about some things, you sometimes make something foolish." Draco glared.

"How can I help you when you're being dramatic for a small reason?" His friend exclaimed.

"It's a big fucking reason, Marc. If you were in my shoes, you would know." He rasped.

Marc rested both of his elbows on his lap, interlocking his fingers together, as he cleared his throat. He knew that Draco has been attracted to her a month ago. He saw it in Draco's eyes. He looked at her softly as if she were someone so dear to him, listens to her, and finds every part of her interesting.

He just couldn't believe that Draco only just now realized that he was falling for her.

"Let me just ask you this question. Does your heart flutter whenever you look at her, listen to her, and think of her?" Marc asked.

It was a hard question for Draco. But when his heart controlled his body or even his brain, he managed to say...

"Yes."

~❀~

"Are you sure you don't have a crush on him even the tiniest bit?" Fatima asked whilst helping Y/n place plasters on her blistered toes before going to sleep.

Fatima went over to their Manoir to have a sleepover after a long day with her French Teacher teaching her to speak french fluently. She already knew or recognized some words, but she still needs to pronounce them fluently and perfectly.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not have that kind of feelings for him." Y/n just chuckled softly. "At saka alam mo naman na I do not have any time for that." (Translation: And you already knew that I do not have any time for that.")

"Pero you have been meeting up for months because of his book. Sure ka ba na wala ka talagang nararamdaman? Kahit lang man malakas pagtibok ng puso sa kaniya?" (Translation: But you have been meeting up for months because of his book. Are you sure that you don't feel anything? Even just a loud heartbeat for him?")

Y/n sighed as she placed the last plaster on her toe.

She indeed couldn't deny that her heart did beat for him every time he sees him smile (or maybe sometimes he sees him, not just smiling). But she didn't want Fatima to know that her heart did beat for him because she knew that she'll push her toward him and let her feelings take over her.

But of course, love is forbidden in her career. Her mother would throw a fit if she found out if her daughter has a relationship with a man, especially him. Well, she's lucky her mother wouldn't notice because she swore to her life that she would never fall in love. That is what she thought. Always.

"Have you ever been in love?" Fatima asked. "Or even had a crush on someone?"

"Pat, you know I don't do those kinds of things."

"But do you know what it feels like?"

"No, and it is not necessary for me to know, Pat."