𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕐𝕠𝕦. - Draco x Male Reader

Meet.

As I'm walking to potions, I run into someone, bumping his arm, and making him drop all of his books.
"Oh Jesus, my bad."
I immediately lean down to pick up his books. I didn't quite look at who it was who I ran into, but as I grab one of his books, he pushes my hand away with the toe of his shoe and he spits angrily,
"Don't touch my bloody books, you filthy mudblood."

I sigh as I realize who I ran into. Malfoy. I look up and see him looking down at me, his eyes filled with disgust.
"What? Just going to sit there all damn day? Get a move on," He says, his voice perfectly reflecting his expression.
The smell of his cologne is wafting towards me, and God, does he smell good. He smells like leather, musk, and apples. Of course he smells like the richy colognes.

I stand up, and look at him in the eyes. He's a bit taller than I am, and to look him in the eyes, I have to look up. I say, a bite to my tone,
"Fine. Pick up your own damn books."
I admit, he's such an ass, but he's really good looking. He's got that going for him, I guess. After i say that, I turn, and keep walking.

I finally made it to potions. Snape is lecturing us on how to make potions 'correctly' and though I don't know his name, I can't stop thinking about Malfoy , as much as I hate to admit it. Professor Snape's words slowly fade into the background as I think about how damn good Malfoy smelled. It seems to linger in my nose, and I put my face in my hands. I know he hates me, but why? I don't understand what I did... Maybe it's because my blood isn't 'pure', but frankly, the pureblood crap is bullshit.

Eventually, class ends, and I pack up to leave as I see a flash of white hair across the room. Did he switch into my damn potions class? I look to see if it's him, but we make eye contact right as he goes to leave. The look of disgust shows on his face again, and he comes up. His tone hasn't changed an ounce since our interaction in the hall as he says,
"What are you looking at, Freak? You gay or some shit?"
I almost laugh at that. Is he so dull that he can't see that I am gay? I practically flaunt it. But also, the homophobia hurts a bit, for some reason. I don't like him, there's no damn way. Not at all.
I chuckle, and walk out of the room. Malfoy seems almost angry that I didn't engage in another pointless conversation.

As I walk to my next class, Ron, my best friend comes up, and matches my pace, walking next to me. He notices that I seem a bit distant, in my head. He groans,
"Who is it now?"
It's our fourth year here, so he knows each and every person I've thought was moderately attractive. I keep thinking, accidentally ignoring him. This one is different, because I most definitely don't like him. I get snapped out of my daze as I see a hand waving in front of my face. Ron yells,
"Hello? Earth to Y/N!"
I stop walking, and look at Ron. He seems almost irritated with me. He continues,
"Who is it?"

I groan. Do I tell him about the interaction..? I don't think I should, because Draco has never been civil with either of us, and I don't like him... Not at all...
"Spit it out, Y/N, I know that look. Your ears are red. Who do you like now?"
I say almost too defensively and quickly,
"Okay, well I don't even like him. Just thinking, Ron, Jesus!"

Ron chases after me.
"Y/N! Wait! Don't do it!"
I stop at his words, irritated. I'm tired of his trying to control my life.
"What? Why shouldn't I?" I yell to him.
"I know what you're thinking. It's not a good idea. You're gonna get your heart broken again."
"So what? I'm fine, and I always will be."
I walk away. I don't see him for the rest of the night.

Laying in my dorm, I sit in bed and just think. My brain won't stop, questions like, "Should you?" "Is Ron right?" "Would he just hurt you too?" I plop onto my pillow and tears drip down my cheeks. I wipe them away and turn to my side. "Not now," I say, in a quivering voice.