JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

sixty-five

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Y/N MAXWELL

A comfortable silence fell over the boathouse, the soft sounds of water flowing throughout the room set my mind at ease as my eyes peered in a certain blonde boys direction.

There Draco lays comfortably atop a wooden bench with an open book resting on his chest, his eyes remaining closed as he breathes in the nice fresh air.

With all the attention he'd been giving the Triwizard Tournament his homework had been piling up enough to fill Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. Even after a full night worth of hardcore studying he only managed to complete a minority of the work given, and to say it tired him out would be a massive understatement.

"I can feel your eyes boarding into the side of my head." The boy's head rotates in my direction, one of his blonde brows raising as his blue eyes met mine.

My ears grow hot almost immediately. I could only pray that my face wasn't the same shade of red as my Gryffindor robes. It's like he had this unwanted spell over me, that made me nervous every single time I looked at him.

I stare at him, my lips opening and closing as I fought hard to form a coherent sentence. A smirk met Draco's lips and my eyes immediately pull away from his, severing all eye-contact.

I managed to go years without fawning over his good looks and dazzling charm, I can't seem to understand why recently my body reacts unwillingly to every little thing he does. 

"You're not exactly the most terrible person to look at." The words slipped out of my mouth and the boys smirk extended, pleased with the response I gifted him with.

With one swift movement, Draco lifted himself into an upright position, placed his book to the left and hung his long legs over the side of the wooden chair.

A crooked smile met the pale boys lips as his soft blue eyes once again relaxed onto mine. "I still don't understand why you insisted on sitting on the floor when there is the perfect amount of room for the two of us on this bench."

"And I don't understand why, out of all the places in Hogwarts, you chose to hide out in the boathouse." My words made Draco's shoulders rise and fall. "Nobody ever really comes down here, except for Filch and the occasional couple who want a quiet place to snog."

My eyebrows rose quickly. "Is that why you asked me down here? So we could snog?"

Draco hoists himself up and off the dark wooden bench, taking prolonged steps in my direction. "That wasn't the first thing on my to-do list, but it's definitely up there."

My cheeks turned pink and my heart danced inside my chest, watching as the boy wearing full Slytherin attire stopped right in front of me, offering me a welcoming hand which I gladly took.

"Snogging doesn't sound like a terrible idea, does it?" Our fingers entangle and the gap between our bodies quickly disappears as Draco pulls me closer towards him. I shook my head, giving him a quiet response to his question.

I was tongue-tied and our lips weren't even touching yet. He had this overwhelming power over me, like I couldn't think for myself when it came to anything revolving around him and from the way he was looking at me, he knew that I was right in his grasp.

His warm minty breath fanned my lips and his nails dug into my hips. I wanted so badly to pull him in and kiss his lips, to indulge in a good snogging session and forget about all of the problems that usually cloud my mind.

Draco presses a soft kiss to my lips, retracing slowly to stare down at me through his eyelashes. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that the boy knew how attractive he was, especially by the way he so easily and carelessly teased me.

I watch as he pinches his bottom lip between his straight-white teeth, his eyes not leaving mine for one second. Until, his mouth was on mine and my fingers were entangled in his blonde hair.

Despite the chilly weather, my body was on fire. I could easily fill an olympic swimming pool with how much sweat I had on my palms.

Draco did his absolute best to make me feel comfortable, I could tell by how gentle he was being. However, just before our moment became too heated, I made the unwilling decision to pull away.

The boy's eyebrows furrowed as my hands fell onto his broad shoulders, "We have classes to get to, Draco. How do you think it'd look if neither of us showed up?"

He let out a frustrated sigh and tapped his thumbs on my hip bones. "I suppose it does look pretty suspicious."

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath or two. I honestly couldn't tell what was going through his head, it was never just a simple answer with him.

"Screw it." Draco lifted me up, immediately pressing his lips against mine, leaving me with one option; to wrap my legs around his waist.

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"Do you ever mind your own business, Ronald?" My patience was wearing thin. I'd only been in class for six short minutes and my dearest friend had already blown my ear off on my whereabouts during our last shared class.

Ron crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyeing me suspiciously which wasn't as subtle as he wished for it to be. "All I'm saying is next time you go awol, I'm not taking notes for you." Using two large fingers, he slides a piece of parchment over to my side of the table.

A cheeky smile met my face, watching as he fought hard to keep up his indifferent attitude, however, I could easily see the corners of his mouth cracking into a grin. "Thank you, Ronald."

With a simple smile and roll of his eyes, the freckled faced boy turns his head my way and scoots his seat closer. "I got as much down as I could for you, but if you want to go over it later we can."

One of my brows cock, a teasing grin finding my lips. "Who are you and what have you done with the Ronald Weasley that I'm accustomed to?" The boy rolled his eyes again and stifled a laugh.

Just as our conversation converts into more of an interesting topic, the classroom door opens and closes and in walks Draco. His two hands rest in his trousers pockets as he walks into the room as if he owns the place.

His hair was disheveled from the harsh wind travelling through the castles interior and half of his face was covered with his green and silver Slytherin scarf. Suppose he didn't feel comfortable displaying the two purple hickeys on his neck.

It had only taken him a couple of seconds to notice mine and Ron's eyes on him a scowl finding his lips as he takes a seat beside Pansy Parkinson. "What are you two looking at? Take a picture, it'll last longer."

I force my eyes into a roll and struggle terribly with keeping my lips in a straight line. As humourless as his remark was, Parkinson made sure to show the blonde her amusement, shrieking loud enough for the whole of Hogwarts to hear.

"Those two are like peas in a pod." Ron rotated his body, facing the front of the class and I quickly follow in pursuit. "What do you mean by that?"

I was praying to Merlin that my curiosity would alarm my red-headed friend. The last thing I needed was to attract any attention to whatever Malfoy and I had going on, especially when the third challenge for the tournament was coming quicker than a snitch could fly.

"Surely you see it too. A pair of sneaky snakes, who find others dismay entertaining. They're perfect for each other if you ask me." I wasn't exactly pleased with my friends answer, but there wasn't much I could do except agree with him.