𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕐𝕠𝕦. - Draco x Male Reader

Talk.

Professor Sprout says, "Hey! No fighting in my class! Break it up!" pulling them apart. "Class dismissed!"

After being pulled apart, Cedric had many developing bruises and cuts, while Draco had sores on his shins and cheek, but other than that, he was scratch free.

Draco flies up and walks briskly backward. Everyone parts away, and he runs through. Cedric lay there, holding his head and catching his breath.

I don't think I've ever run so fast after someone, but something came over me. "Draco! You okay? I just-" "Who does he think he is? he knew what he was getting into when he threw that bloody tomato. Why in hell would he do that!?"

"It might be because of that game of Spin The Bottle. He's had a crush on me for years, and-" "And you never told me? What the hell, y/n?" "I was going to but-" "But what!?" "Let me speak!"

He goes silent. "I was gonna tell you, but I didn't think you thought of our relationship as that serious. I surely did, but I didn't know if you felt the same.'' "Of course, I feel like that, y/n! how many times have we kissed?"

"two.." "Damn! Only two? You deserve more. I mean, look at you. Okay, listen. After school, meet me outside The Great Hall. We can talk for a bit before we get dinner, but you need to eat after. Okay? After that, you can spend the night. I'd try and sit next to you, but I'm already in enough trouble with Dumbledore for what happened back there. I probably just lost my house 20 points, at least. Don't wanna risk losing anymore unless it's to sleep in the same bed as you."

I can feel my face getting hotter as those sweet words come out of his mouth, and against my instincts, I don't cover my face or look away. I look at him dead in the eyes.

"Okay, Draco. I'll see you later. Meet me at the pillar. You know which one. I'll see you then?" I say, trying to keep my composure. He grabs my waist, pulling me closer. "Yeah. That sounds delightful. Now, put this on the list." He says, putting his hand under my chin and tilting my head up. He goes in for a passionate kiss, and our lips interlock.

He tastes of apples but in the best way possible. Time seems to slow as we kiss until he pulls away quickly. "Oh shit. Crabbe and Goyle are going to be wondering where I went. Let's continue this later, okay? Let's do this somewhere more... private. Goodbye, y/n. I'll meet you later."

He sprints away in fear of being caught. Standing there, I barely believe what just happened, and have to lean against the wall for support. I soon realize that I'm late for class. I walk to Defense Against The Dark Arts, still baffled that he feels the same.

The rest of the day goes minute by minute, each feeling slower than the last until it's time for dinner. I wait outside The Great Hall, but he doesn't show.