Betting On Her (d.m x reader)

Chapter 4

The next day in Charms, Draco read 'Emma' behind his text book, drowning out the sounds of their boring Charms professor. He looked up another time for a brief moment to make sure no one had seen he wasn't paying attention. When he did and looked to the right, he caught Y/n staring. He stared back at her for a while.

Draco didn't realise he was staring at her anymore. It was almost as if he didn't mind. He didn't mind looking at her face and into her eyes. There was nothing to complain about, nothing for him to pick out. Beside him sat a girl with a wart on her chin, and in front of him sat a girl with abnormally greasy hair. Then across the class, a girl that seemed to be slightly cross-eyed. Not that there was anything wrong with those things, he found himself defending all those girls now, because it wasn't their fault. Then Draco started to wonder if he was finally changing into a different person, because when was the last time he stood up for someone? While all this occurred, he still stared at her, and she stared back.

Their staring was cut short when their professor had dismissed them.

After dinner, Draco lazily strolled in with the book in his hand, his eyes darting everywhere to try and find Y/n, and he did.

"You're in the library an awful lot." He said from behind her, and she jumped a little.

She turned. "Wow Malfoy, it's not like I have a job here." She walked off and he followed.

"Don't they ever give you breaks?"

She turned her head as she kept walking. "No, they never do."

"So sarcastic."

"So observant." She stacked the last book in her hands and faced him, leaning back on the book shelf.

He handed out the book. "Finished it."

She took it and looked at the cover. "This? In a day?"

He nodded and looked at the book in her hands, then up at her. "Yeah. How long did it take you?"

"A week, because I didn't skip over anything."

He almost grinned. "You think I skipped over some lines?"

"More like a few chapters." She pushed off the shelf and walked off. He followed after her.

"I didn't, and I'm even here to borrow another."

They reached the counter and she walked behind it, and he stood in front.

"Alright, so what did you think of the book?" She asked.

"I liked it. It had good lessons. But it was sometimes boring."

"Yeah, that's the point. It reflects—"

"—the lives of women back in the 1800s," he paused as he stared at her. "Boring. I know." He rested his elbows on the counter as he looked up at her.

She only stared back at him. It almost turned into an irritated look.

He turned and walked off back to the isle he was in yesterday. His eyes skimmed over the bookshelf and he quickly picked a book out, walking back and slamming it a bit too hard on the counter. She turned around from what she was doing and looked at the book as she approached.

"Don't slam."

He slid the book over to her. She looked at it, then at him.

"Macbeth." He read.

She opened the back page and slid it open to him, passing him a quill instead of sliding it over, and their fingers touched as he grabbed it and started signing.