Draco x Y/N One Shots

Argument with Me (Smut)

Anger. Anger had started your day, and it was anger that got you here, arguing with Draco Malfoy, the boy who had at one point been your best friend for the six years you had attended Hogwarts together. Up until now, it seemed.

All he had done was bump into you at the wrong time, and – without even looking to see who he was talking to – making some offhanded comment about watching where you were going before heading up the hallway.

"Why don't you watch where you're going you, empty-headed Moron!" You had snapped as he brushed past. Truthfully, this particular anger had been building over the course of a few years of unvoiced frustration between the two of you, and the rift had only widened over the past two years.

With Draco a prefect and becoming part of that toad Umbridge's little headhunting cult the year prior, there had been little interaction between the two of you, save for holidays and the occasions you could pry him out of Pansy Parkinson's claws.

Try as you might, any opportunities you had anymore were short-lived or spoiled by Parkinson and the vendetta she had against you. At the beginning of the year, she made a point that she was a simp over Draco, rubbing it in your face at the start of the year that she got to sit next to him on the Hogwarts Express while you fumed across the way beside Blaise, who struggled to get you to speak with him, albeit unsuccessfully.

And had Draco given a damn?

No. Too busy bragging about the poor choices he was making; siding with the Dark Lord, a fact that scared you as much as enraged you that he was still clinging to the poisonous mentality that had gotten his father thrown into Azkaban, a fact you tried to point out weeks before only to be greeted with more hostility.

"What the bloody hell is your problem?" Draco had turned toward you, and while shocked at first that it was you whom he bumped into, he quickly angered at your insult.

You gathered all your pent-up rage and threw it at him, hellbent now on either talking some sense into him or – regrettably – ending your friendship once and for all.

"What do you mean 'what's my problem?' Your horrific attitude is my problem. Walking around here like you're better than everybody else!" You spat; while you didn't say it, your tone implied that you thought otherwise. Draco snorted and straightened, crossing his arms.

"Better than everyone else, or better than you, you mean? Because if anyone is acting all high and mighty, it's you!" He sneered, and you glared back, livid. A crowd was starting to form now; of course, everyone liked to watch a good row.

"Oh right... it's me who's being a total prat and forgetting his best friend, and it's me who's throwing his life away for his father's cause..." Draco's gaze hardened, the tendons in his neck twitching as he stepped closer to you intimidatingly, arms dropping to his sides.

"Don't..." he warned, but you kept on, eyes burning as you threw gasoline on the fire.

"And it's ME who's going to end up with farther if I keep on this path–"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Draco shouted finally, his pale face red and knuckles white from how tightly his hands were clenched into fists.

"You don't even understand what I'm trying to do or what I want! So just bugger off already because I've had enough of you!"

"Oh, now you want to end it... so tell me Draco, what is it that you want?!" You shot back, annoyed and hurt at his dismissive tone. Somehow that had cut deeper than anything else he had said.

Draco grits his teeth in annoyance, his hand shooting out and latching onto your upper arm in a firm grip, steering you towards an empty classroom and away from the gawking students. The change of room did not deter you in the slightest and you kept on yelling at him with pure anger even as he slammed the door shut and stepped up to you in a threatening manner.