RIVALS | [ d.m ]

Chapter 5

Paper Bird
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- DRACO -

After my encounter with Rivers, I went upstairs to take a shower from practice. I tried to not think about that hurt look on her face. But I noticed what she did—Pulling that blanket over me. I would've told her to piss off or something, but I didn't. I let her believe I was sleeping.

Which was weird.

I didn't understand why she would do something nice for me when I've been nothing but a dick to her. But anyways, she did me a favor, and I returned it.

I owed her nothing.

So that thing I did to save her ass, it was a one time thing.

I could give two flying shits what Zander did with her, I just didn't like owing people anything. And so, I saw my opportunity to make her realize what his true intentions were—And now it's up for her to decide. If she was too dumb to go back to him;

That wasn't my problem.

I had just gotten out the shower, wearing nothing but black sweatpants that hung loosely on my hips. I walked out the bathroom before grabbing a t-shirt from my drawer.

I heard the door to my dorm open, a pissed Zander walking in. I didn't acknowledge his presence as I pulled on my shirt, hearing him mumble under his breath.

"What was that?" I snapped, raising my brow at him.

His head snapped towards me, his lips pressed together in a firm line.

"I said you're a fucking cockblock," he repeated, his fists clench.

I rolled my eyes before walking past his clenched figure, pulling the sheets over my bed.

"You knew what I was trying to do—So why didn't you just leave us alone?"

"Because it's childish, Bells. Don't you get tired of sleeping with every god damn girl in Hogwarts?" I spat, not getting into my bed yet. I narrowed my eyes at him, raising my brows.

"What were gonna do anyways? Hm? Fuck her in the common room?"

"She's playing hard to get," he ran a hand through his hair.

"You sure she's playing?" I smirked. "Maybe she's just not into you. Ever think of that?"

He scoffs, sending me a nasty look. "Everyone is into me, Malfoy. Why are you so worried anyways?" He crossed his arms, raising a brow.

I knew what he was implying—And it was bullshit.

"You like her or something? Huh? Is that it?"

"Nah," I shook my head, answering truthfully. I didn't give a shit about her. And that was the truth —I didn't give a shit about anybody for that matter. "I'm just telling you that one day—You're going to get into deep shit for how many girls you play with."

"Like they matter," he huffed, walking over to the bathroom. "Whatever. Next time you see me with Rivers, do me a favor and fuck off."