Who do you see? || Draco x o/c

8. the astronomy tower

I stood outside the library, unable to step a foot in. I don't know what has gotten into me, but for some reason, I was nervous. It was just Malfoy, he may say some stupid things that will annoy me, but I've been dealing with him for the last two years.

It was the feeling of unknowing; before I knew what to expect with him, but now? I couldn't read him or his intentions, and it made me nervous.

Maybe it was because of what happened with Crabbe and Goyle, now I feel like I'm not safe and it might happen again.

Either way, there was no avoiding it.

I walked inside, clutching my notebook against my chest as I searched the library for him, a part of me secretly wishing that he did bail on me.

But as I reached the back corner, my eyes landed on him leaning backwards on his chair, staring out the window, spinning his pen around.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked over and put on a brave face. If he knew I was nervous, it would just make this much worse than it already is because it would mean he has power over me, something Malfoy loves.

"Careful. I don't want to have to drag you to the Hospital wing because you fell off your chair." I rolled my eyes as I dragged the seat out in front of him.

His head snapped to look at me, a small smirk on his face when he realized that I actually came.

"Took you long enough."

I shot him a glare, "Can we just get this over and done with already? I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

I could feel my heart racing as I felt his eyes on me, he knew exactly how to make me nervous and I'm certain he was doing it on purpose. That's probably what this is all about, just him trying to show me that he is above me.

"What's that for?" He pointed at my notebook.

"To take notes?" I frowned, thinking that that was quite obvious.

He huffed, holding back a laugh, "You Hufflepuffs seriously are that stupid?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling offended. The one thing that got to me was when he insulted my house, because that wasn't just insulting me, but it was insulting the rest of my friends too, which I didn't appreciate.

"Are you Slytherins seriously this boring?" I snapped back, his face hardening as I did.

He pursed his lips and crossed his arms, shaking his head at me in annoyance.

"Right, let's get started on some tactics you need to know." He kept his gaze out the window the entire time he spoke, allowing me to write it down without feeling his stare burn into me. "Do you know what the Hawkshead Attacking Formation is?"

I shook my head, preparing my Quill to write it down.

He opened his mouth to make a comment, but quickly shut it again before continuing to explain, "It's a common strategy amongst chasers, which I assume you are?" He waited for me to nod before proceeding, "Three chasers fly together in an arrowhead towards the opposition's goalposts. It intimidates them and may force them to move aside, giving you an opportunity to score."

He paused after speaking to give me time to write it down, but only a maximum of five seconds before moving on.

"The Porskoff play is a type of pass. One chaser will fly straight upwards with the Quaffle, attempting to make the opposing team's chasers follow them." Malfoy spoke quickly, not even looking to see if I was getting it all. "Then, the Chaser with the Quaffle throws it directly down to a fellow Chaser, leaving them open to score."