Draco sat comfortably on the leather couch in the Slytherin common room that weekend with Blaise, Theo, and Johnathan. Mathew had walked in and sat down across from them.
"A week is already gone, only two are left for the bet. Getting anywhere, Malfoy?" Mathew asked with tone, reaching over to the small table to grab a small mint. He popped it in his mouth as Draco stared. Theo and Blaise looked at Draco for a response.
"Are you getting anywhere?" Draco asked back, crossing his arms comfortably.
"She likes me." Mathew leaned back in his seat, resting his hands behind his head.
Blaise grimaced slightly.
"You managed to get her to say a word to you yet?" Theo asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"More than that Theodore, she looks at me all the time. She's very shy."
Blaise scoffed, and Draco almost rolled his eyes. Y/n wasn't the slightest bit shy from what he noticed. She was more opinionated, witty, and the more prominent emotion he had ever seen her to be was grumpy.
Theo chuckled sarcastically. "Don't call me that." He muttered under his breath. Mathew ignored him and kept on talking.
"We even were stuck in a broom closet today thanks to Peeves' help," he leaned forward for another mint. "All you have to do is carry out a small favour for him and he'll do whatever it is you need." He smiled wickedly at Draco who stared. "Or in my case, whatever I need."
"Did anything even happen in there?" Johnathan asked cluelessly.
"I could lie and say we kissed but I'm a fair player. We were close though." He winked.
Theo gave him a 'sure' type of look. Blaise noticed Draco give an irritated look to the floor, and before anyone could say anything, the Slytherin entrance had opened and in walked three girls. Y/n, Daphne, and Pansy.
They walked by without any glance, except for Pansy, who smiled at Theo. As she walked by her hand had touched his hair affectionately. He smiled at her as she walked off.
Mathew looked on like a puppy, but Y/n never looked back as she walked up to her room. Draco only watched.
"Man, I thought you guys were bonded." Blaise teased, crossing his fingers in front of Mathew.
"They are Blaise! Didn't you see the smile she gave him before she went up the stairs?!" Theo joked, laughing loudly with Blaise. Draco only chuckled, and Johnathan scoffed.
Mathew rolled his eyes. "You guys just wait until next week. We'll be already going out to Hogsmeade and everything. Maybe I'll even show her my bedroom by the third week." He smiled.
Theo finished laughing and was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Pansy waiting for him patiently. He didn't waste any time got up.
"I admire you Callist. You're a big dreamer." He gave him one last taunting smile before he put his arm around Pansy and walked out with her.
"Even Nott has a girlfriend before you." Johnathan smiled as he popped a mint in his mouth. Mathew shot him a small glare and scoffed.
"Pansy Parkinson is the easiest girl I've ever met. She's reliable, always there when you want her."
Blaise only raised a confused eyebrow. Draco couldn't care any less to listen in anymore.
"Besides, I don't do girlfriends. They're too needy. Just a simple hit and quit will do."
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It was next Monday when Draco had walked up to the counter, where Y/n was standing behind. He waited patiently for her to finish with what she was doing and turn around.
Finally, she did. She stepped back as she looked him up and down.
"You're getting mud everywhere.." she grimaced as she leaned over and looked down at the carpet.
"Quidditch Practice." He said as he put the book he borrowed last week on the counter. She looked down.
"I would have never guessed." She turned the book over to read the cover.
"Really Malfoy?"
He leaned on the counter. "You don't like that book? You've borrowed it at least two times."
"No, you got dirt on it!" She shrieked as she took out her wand. She quickly cleaned it up.
"Sorry," he rolled his eyes.
"If you don't mean to apologise then don't." She said.
"I meant it," He said with tone.
"Don't be so sarcastic." She opened it to the back page. She heard him chuckle.
"Do you like that play?" He asked.
"Romeo and Juliet," she said as she closed the book. "I never took you for the type." She looked at him up and down again.
He leaned forward. "'O, teach me how I should forget to think.'"
She narrowed her eyes a little at him. She carefully poked him off the counter with her wand and wiped the dirt off.
He narrowed his eyes back at her with a playful smile.
"You have many opinions of me."
She stared at him. "How did you like it?" She ignored his statement.
He thought for a moment. "It's written well. I don't like Paris."
"Who does?" She cracked a smile as she walked off to the isle it belonged to. He followed after her.
Y/n turned around and grimaced. "Malfoy, you're getting mud everywhere! I cant believe you." She narrowed her eyes to the floor.
"Why don't you try that magic trick you did before? It did wonders with the book cover." He gave her a small grin as he walked passed her to the isle.
"Whatever, Malfoy." She started muttering spells to clean up the mess.
"It is whatever." He replied as he looked at the bookshelf. She approached him after she cleaned up his mess.
His fingers lightly ran along the covers of the books.
"So how long did it take to read this one?"
"The whole weekend." He shrugged. He turned to her, making note to not lean on the bookshelf because of his dirty uniform.
She looked up at his head.
"What?"
"There's dirt all in your hair." She grimaced.
"Fix it then." He answered sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, about to turn to the shelf.
But he was stopped by her hands reaching to his hair. She lightly raked his hair with her fingers, shaking off the dirt. He only found himself bending down a bit so it would be easier on her, and felt his face become warmer.
She was finally finished and took her hands out of his hair. He noticed a stray hair hang in front of his face and he flicked his head to the side so it would be out of the way.
"Thanks—" he found himself speaking quietly as he looked down at her. He was conflicted, and it was written all over his face.
He finally took the chance to look at her. Her long hair was out and framed her face in a way he couldn't describe. She wore her uniform perfectly, but not perfect because she wore the correct uniform, but perfect because she was the one wearing it. She made it look good.
"You're welcome." She cut off his thoughts as she quickly slid 'Romeo and Juliet' into the empty space.
They only stood a metre apart now as she stepped back. Then, she walked away.
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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...
