Untouched Draco x reader

Who am I to be for you?

"Y/n!"

My head snaps to the voice, wondering who could possibly know me by name but I knew who it was before I even looked. I analyse him most of all. His voice laced thick with self entitlement. It always is, never hints at something more. I have spent sleepless nights picking him apart to find something more than him just being the villain.

Now his voice sounded a bit more gentle, full of confidence in what he said, but a bit more softer. Certainly not the way he speaks to everyone else, not that I've heard.

"Yes", I say uncertain if he will take a shot at me. Spit out some cruel words to get me out of the way.

"Where's Potter?", Draco asks his voice stikes back obnoxiously, his ego building up a wall again.

His slim body is laced over with a black suit. It hugs every part of his body perfectly, like scales packed and wrapped around a snake's body. I can't help but notice the flip my heart does. When he's looking at me and only me it sparkes a desire I can't ever possibly get.

I laugh internally at myself, for thinking that he'd want to actually talk to me instead of searching for something. I, most of all, should have known that he wanted something from me. That's how everything seems to be.

"Down there", I point down the aisle, past him,"Third to last"

I see how something in his expression shift,"Then why are you here and not with them?"

Was that supposed to be an insult or a genuine question? Something in his voice does hints at curiosity and nothing more. Not his usual self.

My body starts betraying me. Knees weal, buckled to the spot, a unsteady heart beating so fast in which my body has trouble keeping up. My hands hanging limp by my sides starts shacking. I fold my fingers tight into a fist to try and ease the shacking.

"Why wouldn't I be?", I keep my voice kind, innocent.

I look away from him. I can't look directly at him without my body betraying me. I look at the window.

"Aren't you part of their trio?"

I laugh,". It's called a trio for a reason, Draco"

His name falling directly out of mouth feels strange. I've never really spoken his name aloud.

"Draco! Come on mate", Someone yells from down the aisle.

There's a question still lingering on him. I can feel it when his hand lightly presses against my back, pushing me just slightly away, and brushes past me to the yelling voice. I inhale sharply at the touch of his cold hand against my bare skin. I silently curse at myself for wearing a crop top. I keep my breath trapped inside my body until his hamd drifts away.

"I'll see you around, y/n," Draco says mischievously as he runs down the aisle.

I look at him finally. His retreating figure grows smaller by the second, silver hair glowing lightly in the light, the black suit fitting his waist perfectly. God I wish I could've breared his direct gase and looked at him directly too.