oneshots + imagines 𝜗𝜚˚

bully ⤷ draco malfoy ⁴

main character: female: astrid barlowe [ hufflepuff ]

celebrity: draco malfoy

angst + fluff

[ au: draco suddenly notices you and takes interest. he bullies you, only for your attention, of course. but how are you supposed to know that? ]

[ 4 : astrid's pov ]

Sunlight pilfers lazily through the huge, ornate glass windows of Hogwarts's library. Papers are splayed out in front of me, nearly covering my wide, round table. No, it's not homework. Not yet, at least. It's only the second day.

I'm just going over old material. Professor Flitwick mentioned yesterday during Charms that we all should be fairly familiar with The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3.

Admittedly, I don't remember a single thing about it.

So here I am, in the morning, a little before breakfast, poring over the textbook. It's so old half the pages fall out when I flip them, so as a result there are loose pages surrounding me. 

Harper and Ella were planning to come with me but backed out when I mentioned studying. It's just me, the papers, and serene silence.

'Studying, Barlowe?' a mocking voice sounds from behind me. 

Are you serious? Not today, too.

A thought crosses my mind, and I think of one of Dumbledore's quotes. Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?

'Hi, Draco,' I turn and smile at him, putting yesterday's events in the past. 'Yeah, I'm just going over last year's book of spells. I think Flitwick said something about-'

'You're wasting your breath,' he cuts me off. 'I'm not interested in making new friends.'

'Oh.' I'm not sure how to reply, and my smile falters. 

Then why even come up to me? He  was the one who started the conversation! 

'Well, if you want, we could-'

'There's no we, Barlowe. We-,' he enunciates clearly, burning through me with his unreadable eyes. '-are not friends.'

Without looking back, Draco lifts his dark-green accented robes and sweeps all my papers onto the floor, laying in every which direction, some facing downwards. 

Oh.

time skip : divination class

He steps on my bag as he walks past, leaving a dusty footprint on the strap. I frown and lean down, dusting it off. 

I sit in the aisle, clear for everyone to see. I'm sure at least someone witnessed Draco being rude to me. No one said anything.

I don't get it. What did I do to him?

I've been nothing but nice. I tried to make conversation with him: I smiled at him, I greeted him. What more could he want?

Harper looks at me sympathetically. 'Maybe he just-'

'No, I think he's just not very nice,' I say sadly. 'There's really no more excuses for him. I tried to be friendly, but it's just not working. And now I'm on his hit list or something.'

'He's just a twat,' Harper concludes, and Ella nods agreeably. 'I second that. I don't know what you expected from him, anyway.'

'It doesn't matter, though,' Harper says, shrugging. 'He doesn't care, so why should you?'