𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗡 ➣ draco malfoy (enemies to lovers)

𝟏𝟓- 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 growing more and more intolerant of Parkinson as the days passed by.

In fact, he's starting to feel like the worst decision he's ever made in his entire life was impulsively asking her to be his girlfriend, and he's lived to regret it ever since.

An emphasis on the word 'impulsively', seeing how he only did it out of impulse because he thought Theo was going to immediately make a move on Wood, and the idea truly pissed him off to the point of total madness.

Unfortunately, he's now had to live with the ramifications of his decision, with Parkinson looming around him on a constant basis and clinging to him as if it was the last time she was ever going to see him. Her voice was like an incessant whine, consistently begging for his undivided attention at all times: twenty four hours, day and night.

If Draco does so much as glance in the mere direction of another girl, no matter who it is— even if it's bloody Professor Trelawney— Parkinson goes absolutely fucking bollocks, and it typically results in her acting like a blubbering baby because she thinks he's going to leave her.

Draco's mental capacity with his girlfriend began to reach its breaking point when she started arguing with him about his relationship with Serena Wood, trying to force him to cease all further interaction with her. Pansy's reasoning behind this is because she thinks "there is something going on between them," and his only response to that was: "yeah absolute revulsion and that's it."

The blond asserted that it wasn't his bloody fault he enjoys insulting Wood so much, and it was blatantly obvious that they didn't fancy each other in the slightest. She was one of his worst enemies for Merlin's sake!

He about lost his mind when he left the Slytherin common room to give Serena Wood her owed galleons early in the morning, and Parkinson came out from a dark, hidden corner of the dungeon to confront him. When he met her scrutinising glare, he shook his head with utter disbelief, ignoring her as he continued walking further away from the exit of the common room.

"Where are you going?" She yelled out behind him, hot on his tails.

"Ireland." He shortly responded, but Parkinson didn't seem to find his sarcastic quip too funny, as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"Who are you meeting? You're not going to see Serena Wood, are you? I told you I didn't want you meeting with her." She accused, causing Draco to stop in his tracks. He stormily whirled around to face her.

"No," He hissed roughly, "If you actually thought I was going to follow through with that bet and give a Gryffindor my money, you don't know me as well as you think you do," Pansy stared at Draco's expression for any indication of dishonesty, and he made sure to soften his eyes as he begrudgingly reached down to grab her hand. "I was planning on meeting with Montague and Flint out by the pitch actually. We were going to discuss different plays we could implement for next year... I didn't think it was such a crime to want the best for my team."

He internally smirked at the way her dark brown eyes broadened with guilt over her 'false' accusation, and when she promptly went to kiss him on the cheek, he knew she would finally let go of the subject again. For now. "I'm sorry Drakey, I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay. Go back to sleep for a bit, yeah? You look tired, darling."

He was telling the truth. With black rims under her weary eyes and her short hair in tight knots, Pansy Parkinson had seen better days. Her appearance must be due to the late night they spent arguing about Wood of all people. His girlfriend finally decided to oblige, solemnly heading back inside the Slytherin common room with a pout on her face.