It was still Friday when he entered the library after dinner and approached the counter.
"Don't try to convince me that you finished 'Pride and Prejudice' in one day because I know you didn't." She crossed her arms.
He leaned on the counter. "I didn't. In fact, I came to ask you to recommend me another book, but you've greeted me so rudely. Maybe I'll have to make a complaint to Madam Pince." He wondered.
She took a deep breath and the lines in her forehead had disappeared.
"Sorry," she said through her teeth.
He leaned in a little more. "What was that?"
"I said sorry," she told him quietly, trying to suppress a loud voice.
"Let's go to the literature section." He stood up straight and started walking towards there. She walked behind him. They both stood next to each other facing the shelf.
She sighed as she looked at all the books. "Well, what are you even into?" She asked.
"Anything really. Except horror."
She chuckled. "Scared easily, Malfoy?"
He crossed his arms, not taking his eyes away from the books in front of him. "I've already seen too much horror, sorry."
She didn't laugh. She only sighed quietly at his sad response. "Fine. Anything but horror."
Her eyes finally lit up and he couldn't help but look on curiously. "How could I forget about this?!" She exclaimed quietly as she slid the book off the shelf.
"It's a classic, take it." She handed it to him.
"A Midsummer Night's Dream." He read the cover. He looked up from it to find her smiling and nodding.
He turned the book over and opened the back. Her signatures filled up all the boxes.
"How long have you been borrowing this?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Ever since first year." She smiled as she walked off to the counter. He followed her.
"There's no where to sign."
She shrugged, still in her good mood. "Just take it, I trust you'll return it well."
He nodded.
"See you tomorrow." He turned around and started walking off.
"You're suggesting you'll finish either one of your books, and that's impossible!" She said after him. He never responded and only walked on with a content smile.
He walked into his dorm calmly and sat on his bed, flicking through the old play he had just borrowed. It was really worn out.
"What are you so happy about?" Theo asked curiously from his bed.
"Oh, nothing." Draco smiled as he found a random page near the beginning, and ripped it out. He heard Theo gasp. Draco wasn't done as he skipped three pages and ripped out another. He took the two pages he had just ripped out and put them in his drawer. He closed the book with a cunning smile as he rested it on his desk beside his bed.
Theo never questioned it as Draco had quietly gone to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
***
Draco woke up early that morning on Saturday, changed quietly and headed down to Hogsmeade.
From there, he quietly apparated in a dark alleyway to Diagon Alley. He followed the cobblestoned foot path to Gringotts.
"You barely visit Mr Malfoy. To what do I owe the pleasure?" The elf at the front desk drawled suspiciously as he took off his eye glasses.
Draco smiled a little as he leaned on the tall desk.
"I need to make a transfer of 15,000 galleons."
"Whatever for?"
"Does that matter?"
"I must ask these questions. That's a considerable amount of money." The elf narrowed his eyes over his desk to look down on Draco. "And I'm not taking any chances."
"I just need you to transfer it to another vault. I would never do anything suspicious, you know I wouldn't risk it."
"Do I?" He asked himself. Draco deadpanned.
"Alright, to whom?" The elf sighed, getting out his quill.
"A vault under the name L/n," he said as the elf wrote it down. "And make it non-refundable."
"What exactly is this for?" The elf asked again curiously.
Draco chuckled. "Think of it as a prank."
The elf huffed as he finished writing down whatever it was he was writing.
"It'll be done by Sunday. Good morning to you."
"Good morning to you too." Draco smiled as he turned and walked off.
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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...
