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bully | draco malfoy [6]

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? ]

[ 6 : draco's pov ]

Merlin, I'm a git.

The scene replays over and over again in my head. I'm sitting in the common room's big, poufy green chair. I've completely zoned out- I'm staring aimlessly at the crackling fireplace.

I can't stop thinking of her teary face, and a horrid feeling has settled into the pit of my stomach. I know I should apologize. But how can I, when I said such terrible things?

'Oi,' I look at Blaise entering the room. I nod at him, but don't say anything. To my surprise, he takes a seat on the couch next to me. I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

'Mate,' he starts, then peers into my eyes unsettlingly. I shift in my seat. What the-

'You've got to be a hundred and ten percent true with me, lad. Because I already know, I just want confirmation.'

'What are you talk-'

'Have you got a thing for Astrid?' My cheeks flush, instantly giving me away. Blaise grins at my reaction, and I shift a little more. 

'Well- uh- I wouldn't say I've got a thing for anyone-'

'I saw you two talking in the library, you cheeky slug.'

Oh, good Gods. Does that mean he saw-

'I saw her walk away looking gutted. And you've been quiet all of yesterday and today. Anything you wanna tell your best mate?'

I exhale a breath. Am I really confiding in my love life to Blaise?

'Yeah, I guess you could say I've got a thing for her.'

Blaise eggs me on, and I tell him everything. Everything from when I first talked to her about Blaise and Harper, to when she wrapped an injury for me and treated me as tenderly as I've ever known, to when I made her cry.

'You're a piece of work, Malfoy,' Blaise laughs, but it's hardly funny. And the worst part is, he's right. I groan and drag a hand over my tired face. 'Oh, shove off. Don't I know it.'

'You should talk to her.'

'I can't.'

'It's really not that hard- you just say sorry and-'

'No, I can't. I have to keep our status as it is.'

He gives me a look like I'm off my rocker. 'And why's that?'

'Because,' I swallow. 'I can't be her friend. Or anything more. I'd love to be, but I can't.'

'For what reason...?'

'Look at her, then look at me.'

'I see one sexy man and one-'

'Yeah, I'm not telling you shit after this.' I snort.

Blaise ignores me and snickers at his own joke. 'But why can't you at least be friends?'

'I'm serious. Look at her, then look at me. She's so- opposite of me. I'm a Malfoy. She picks flowers for fun and reads outside during storms because she likes it. I stepped on her pen and crushed it. She helped first-years master their potions.'