Draco Malfoy was a boy who knew of only dark ways, and he still was.
He heard it all.
'You could be who you really wanted to be now.'
'No one's whispering in your ear anymore.'
'No one's holding you back.'
He didn't know what to do with his new found freedom. He was only quiet, drawing away from his friends a little bit each day.
A girl had walked by the Slytherin table in the great hall on a calm Thursday afternoon, wearing particularly tight jeans, that flared at the bottom. All one could do was admire.
All except one.
"Nice ass." Mathew Callist had snickered as she walked by.
Mathew Callist was a dark boy. A boy like Draco, but darker. He had the palest skin with dark black hair, dark eyes, and a dark stare. Mathew Callist was what Draco Malfoy would be today if he wasn't completely scarred from the war, if his family weren't who they were, and if he kept with his old ways. They would be twins. They would be better friends. But they weren't.
"Drop dead." She grimaced as she walked off.
"All I did was compliment her." Mathew complained to his friends.
Theodore Nott rolled his eyes, giving Blaise Zabini a look.
"If you can even call that a compliment," Blaise muttered.
Theodore Nott tried also meeting Draco Malfoy's eyes but as always, he always looked away. He was quieter, and he was never the same.
Mathew ignored Blaise's statement. "Girls just need to be more appreciative— she's asking for it, wearing those tight pants." Mathew complained again, to Johnathan Wheeler, someone who actually cared.
"You just need to spend your energy on the right girl." Johnathan agreed. He was also a boy with pale skin, but with orange ginger hair and freckles, with blue eyes. You could have mistook him for a Weasley if he wasn't wearing Slytherin robes.
"Half the decent looking ones died in the war anyways." Mathew continued.
Johnathan hummed in agreement.
Blaise only turned away, already bored. Mathew never filtered his language, he was too dark for Blaise's liking.
They were raised together, family friends, so no wonder they turned out just as horrible as each other. But at least they all had one thing in common. They all belonged to the side of the dark arts, and that's what kept them together.
"If Y/n keeps wearing tight clothes like that, I won't be able to bare looking any longer." Mathew continued, adjusting his pants under the table.
"Isn't that right Malfoy?" He asked.
Draco looked up at him. "What?"
"There must be a girl here you fancy to get to know."
Draco scoffed. "Shove off Callist." Even though he had all the time in the world now, it wouldn't be spent talking about the silly things that Mathew Callist always wanted to talk about.
Mathew chuckled with Johnathan.
Draco had gotten up and snatched his textbook from the table, stepping over the bench and walking off. He'd heard laughs behind him.
Mathew would argue that it was only teasing.
A moment later he felt someone walk beside him on his left and right.
"Why do we hang out with those gits again?" Blaise asked Theo.
"I recall you saying that we needed to have as much friends as possible." Theo replied with a smile. He had his hands comfortably behind his back as he walked.
"I did say that.. didn't I?" Blaise chuckled lightly as they walked into the half empty library.
"Draco?" Theo asked as he peaked at him.
"Yes?" He answered as they approached their usual table in the back corner. He slumped in his usual seat on the left. He was much more relaxed now, much more comfortable, with just them.
"Have you finished that paper?" Theo asked with a sly smile.
Draco returned it just slightly. "You know I finished it ages ago. I've nothing else to do these days." He propped his feet up on the table.
"About Callist—" Blaise started, cutting himself off. Himself and Theo stood in front of Draco.
Draco stared at him. He knew Blaise only wanted an explanation on why he stormed out like that.
"He's childish."
Theo sat in his usual seat, in between Blaise and Draco.
This is what they did usually, to pass the time. They sat by each other, staring into space, or often reading to pass the time. It was all they could do. It was all they could think about. They barely had anything on their minds that weighed them down anymore.
"The library closes in 5 minutes." Y/n L/n spoke quietly as she walked past the trio, a few books in her hand. She had been reminding them a few times now ever since school started a week ago. She was the assistant library monitor, and had been since 3rd year. Many people wonder why, or how she had gotten into this voluntary position. It remains a mystery.
Theo nodded. "Thanks."
Blaise and Theo had gotten to know of who she was and all those small details. They got to know all sorts of new characters after the war. The same could never be said for Draco.
Draco only kept looking at his hands in his lap and Blaise thought for a moment while looking at her. She walked off.
He quickly got up and walked after her, and walked in step beside her. "I must apologise for Callist's behaviour... I hope you're alright."
Y/n gave him a small grateful smile. "It's okay." She lifted a book up onto the shelf.
Blaise stood still, staring at her.
"Was there something else?" She asked softly. Blaise grimaced. She sounded sad.
"No, sorry again." He turned and walked off back to his friends.
"I feel so bad," he muttered over and over as he walked up to his friends.
"What do you keep muttering about?" Theo asked as he looked up from his book.
"Nothing." He muttered again as he kept his head down.
YOU ARE READING
Betting On Her (d.m x reader)
Romance"Draco?" Y/n asked again, stopping again when Daphne had pulled her a few feet away. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he shut it. Pure regret was only written in his eyes. He had no excuse. He did it, and now he had to face the consequ...
