𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐃.𝐌

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— Draco's POV —

As the ray of sunlight pierced through the window, I slowly opened my eyes, groaning and feeling the throbbing pain in my head. The sunlight showering the room quite hurts my eyes. Then memories came flooding my head as I sat up from my bed. I remembered drinking too much last night and went beyond what I had promised myself, especially since we still had classes.

I only had the room to myself since I became one of the prefects in school.

Never did I think I would become a prefect of the House of Slytherin. Professor McGonagall has told me that he made me a prefect in hopes that it would give me an opportunity. But all I knew was that she pitied me, for many students despised me because I was a former Death Eater.

I hate it when everyone pitied me.

Although, then again, that dream occurred. It wasn't a bad dream. It was more of something tempting. Tempted to touch her skin as she danced with someone else in the ballroom, full of people dressed in somehow olden times clothing. In the early 19th century, I presume.

"Ughh..." Blaise groaned as he let himself in and let his body fall onto my bed, holding his head. "I wish I didn't drink too much. Headmistress McGonagall would be pissed if she saw us in this state."

"I wouldn't be sure by that," I spoke, opening the drawer from the table next to me and taking the hangover potion then tossed my spare to Blaise.

"Thanks." He uttered and chugged the hangover potion that I made during the Summer out of boredom. "Anyhow, what came into your mind that made you drink too much?"

Of course, I drank too much because of that girl. The girl who could belittle me from the way she looks at me and from the way she speaks. It somehow annoyed me.

"School pressure," I uttered after drinking the hangover potion. That was a lie but there's still a bit of truth in it.

"Fair enough." Blaise shrugged and placed the potion bottle on the coffee table after he got off my bed. "I thought I would become friends with the new girl last night but I thought wrong."

"As if she would."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." I blurted. "I was just trying to find my robe. Now, mind if you get out?"

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I could hear her laugh at just one table in between us in Divination class. She was seated in the upper part, I was seated in the first lane. The room was almost filled with students, chattering about whatever topic to keep the conversation alive. She was one of those people having a conversation with another student. She was talking to Dean, and I couldn't help but overhear their conversation about Ancient Studies that they had together before this class.

"I cannot believe Professor Babbling smacked you with a rolled map." She laughed.

"Well, I can't keep my eyes open when the class is boring," Thomas replied, followed by a laugh.

How is she that friendly? She wasn't friendly like that! She humiliated me. Well, it is indeed that we were alone in that hallway but I felt humiliated that she made me look like a tomato.

However, I cannot help but glance at the way she smiles. The way her gloss would make her lips plump when natural lighting reflected on it. A piece of her hair fell from her ears as she placed them back and replied to Dean's statement. I was drawn into her indeed. Drawn to the fact that there was something about her that I could not know what it was. The feeling itself was foreign to me.

"Keep staring and you'll find yourself drooling over her." A voice snapped me out, causing me to look beside me, only to see Pansy Parkinson with her chin resting on the palm of her hand and looking at Riviere. "You must have a crush on her?" She smirked.

"What?" I abruptly said in a whispering way and glared at Parkinson. "Her? Why would I even dare to date someone like her?"

"Fair enough." Pansy shrugged and leaned back. "I mean... the way she spoke to you in the hallway to the bathroom sounded like she despised you. So to think of it, why would she even date you in the first place."

"Well, I— How the fuck did you know that?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Saw you when I was on my way to the loo." She stated, smirking. "And it was quite a movie I witnessed."

"You—"

"Welcome back, students!"

And that is when Professor Trelawney came, which made me compose myself in my seat whilst Pansy just smirked, almost wanted to laugh, and looked at me in the corner of her eyes.

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— Y/n's POV —

"He's a what?" I almost yelled in front of the many people enjoying their lunch in the Great Hall. I even almost spilt the drink on my robes and choked.

Hermione had just told me about Malfoy being one of the prefects. She was surprised too when she found out whilst they were having a meeting early this morning with Professor Mcgonagall, along with the head girl and boy and all house prefects, including Hermione and Ron.

"Interesting." Luna lightly nodded as she picked up a cookie from the plate. "Must be because he's an organized person and with good grades too."

"But didn't he have a bad reputation? Like around the school?" I asked.

"Headmistress Mcgonagall believes it'll be a hope to him." She inhaled a deep, sharp breath. "But I dunno for him. He seems like...hmm?" She gave it a thought before speaking. "He seems like he was only forced to be a prefect, I think? He looked like..."

"He didn't want to be there?" I raised a brow. "Oh, please, he must have loved that."

"Pray tell, whatever happened to you while you went to the bathroom? You seem to be frustrated since last night......until now."

"He gets on my nerves. Said he..." How should I put this? Fuck. Maybe it would be better to tell them the truth before they could even find out about it from someone. "I kind of had an encounter with him, and..."

"And...?" Hermione asked as she and Luna came closer, interested in what happened.

"And somehow he said I wasn't that interesting and I find it really rude, not that because I want myself to be something interesti—"

"But you really are interesting." Hermione chuckled. "Want to hear what I overheard from the Hufflepuffs?"

"I'm not that interesting. I'm just a human being like all of you. What is there to be interesting about?"

"I heard Mclaggen likes you though," Luna added, her dreamy voice still remaining.

"Eww, no." Disgust was written on my face but it faded as I continued speaking. "As I was saying, he just approached me in a rude manner — not even an introduction or a greeting. I hate it when people are just really rude."

"Well," Hermione chuckled again as she leaned back and went back to eating her lunch as Luna did the same. "That's just Malfoy being Malfoy. Although, as people would say...when the boy treated you rudely, they somehow may have feelings for you."

"Mione!"

"I'm sorry." She laughed again.