𓆕 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒 ; draco malfoy.

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Draco had his hopes up as he went to bed that night.

He wondered how Y/n Potter was going to thank him for the box of sweets. She should be honored, really. The Draco Malfoy gave them to her! Would she run up to him, crying? Perhaps approach him in secret as she's too shy to have people see her around him. Or maybe she'll write him a thank-you letter? Simple, yet one that he'll surely appreciate.

"Oh, Draco, I'm so indebted to you from now on!" He heard her say (all made up) inside his head as he dozed off to sleep with a small yet proud smirk dancing on his lips.

Draco had made a mistake that night when he asked Pansy Parkinson to hand his parcel off to Y/n, and his mistakes had blown up on his face by the morning.

"Parkinson, really?" Blaise said next to him as they went to the Great Hall. "Have you any idea - "

"Will you shut it?" Draco hissed, his teeth grinding in anger. If Blaise couldn't believe how careless he had been, then neither could he! He really should have known better. "Bloody Parkinson had the guts to mess with me."

Everyone in the Slytherin Common Room had been made aware of Draco giving sweets to Pansy before he even heard of it. Thanks to Pansy's blabbering mouth, of course. If there's anything that the pureblood socialites had in common, it was their love of gossip. Draco should have known that something was off when a few older Slytherins had snickered in their hands as he walked past them down the stairwell. Once Blaise who had waited for him down the Common Room shared the news, Draco lost it.

"Have anything to say for yourself, Parkinson?" Draco went straight to where she was seated with his fists balled in anger.

Pansy turned to him coolly, her eyes glinting in malice. Oh, Draco made the wrong move right there and then, he realized, when their eyes met.

"Thank you for the box of sweets, Draco." She said innocently. Y/n and Daphne sat in silence beside her, like a pair of mindless obedient sheep, much like how Crabbe and Goyle acted when they were with him. It was like looking in a mirror for Draco. "I've told my daddy all about your generous gift. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy would be pleased when they hear about this, don't you agree?"

"You're cooked, mate." Blaise laughed as they sat next to each other in the Astronomy Tower for Professor Sinistra's lessons later that night. "She even got your parents involved. I have to say, that was a smart thing for her to do."

There wasn't much for Draco to do anymore upon hearing of what Pansy had done.

"This is all your fault, Zabini." Draco chose to direct his anger to his friend, instead, like the mature eleven-year-old that he was. "I didn't want to give Potter those sweets in the first place!"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Correction, I told you to give those to Y/n yourself. I didn't say you could ask Parkinson to give them on your behalf."

He was right. Bloody hell!

By the time Friday rolled around, whatever anger Draco had for Parkinson had subsided. Maybe it was all for the best. Draco received a letter from his mother that Thursday, stating how proud she was for giving them to his new classmates. Mr. Parkinson, Pansy's father, had reached out to them personally through owl for their son's kindness. He was afraid his daughter would have a hard time finding friends once she's sent off to Howarts.

I wonder why he would think that? Draco thought with bitter sarcasm. Everyone in their circle knew how difficult their daughter was to handle.

His father must've learned about it, as well, he figured. His show-off of an eagle owl dropped another parcel for him that same day his mother's letter arrived, encasing a very expensive quill with the feather from a baby Hippogriff. His father always had an expensive taste.