𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕐𝕠𝕦. - Draco x Male Reader

Shirt.

I walk out shaking my head.

I made it back to my common room and decided to lie down, the shirt clutched in my fist. It brings me comfort just having it. Smelling the shirt, my eyelids got heavy, and I doze off.

I wake up late, hugging the shirt. "Damn!" I start rushing and throw on his shirt. It's huge on me, but it's comfortable.

DRACOS PERSPECTIVE

I woke up today and I can't find one of my favorite shirts... I hope I find it, maybe it's in the wash. I don't know what's happening to me, I hope that I find out soon, and if I do, I hope my father won't kill me. He might as well disown me, with all of his remarks.

Y/N'S PERSPECTIVE

I scurry to the great hall, hoping to see Draco. He is sitting at the Slytherin table, and when he saw me looking at him, he blushed and looks away. Ron nudges me with his elbow and whispers, "Hey, did you catch that?" "Yeah, I did," I say proudly.

I sit down next to Cedric Diggory, who has had a crush on me for the past 2 years, but it comes and goes. Many different conversations are going around me, and I can't keep up with them. Zoning out, I decide to look back at Draco, see what he's doing.

I look back and it's like a clear view to him. He is laughing with Crabbe and Goyle, but once he stops, he looks at me, and his pupils dilate. I look away as fast as possible, to not show my bright red face and ears.

I finish eating breakfast, and get up to leave. Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turn and say, "Yeah?" And it's Draco once again. "Hey, y/n, can we talk?" "Uh, yeah, sure," and I walk with him to the corner. Outside of The Great Hall, we stood there.

"So, this shirt, it looks familiar." He says and starts straightening out my shirt and fixing my collar. "I was missing one of my shirts this morning, and it just so happens that this shirt is too big for you, and seems to be the same as the one I am missing. Care to explain?" He says jokingly, and chuckles.

"But it's comfy! I really like it, man. Can I please keep it?" I say quickly and cover my face. "Hey," he says prying my hands off of my face. "It's fine, just ask next time. Okay? You can keep it, I'm just giving you shit." He says, and I light up. "Oh, okay! Thank you!"