He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

4-11

"I prefer Y/n."
"And I prefer Draco."

I shoved Draco off of me, hearing Harry's voice.
Shit.
I turned around to find Harry beside Weasley.
Both equally as shocked and surprised.

Weasley told him, didn't he?
My eyes flickered between Draco and Harry before Harry came charging at Draco.
I quickly stopped him, "Harry— please." I sighed.
"You're dead, Malfoy. Is it not enough you make my life enough of hell that you've got drag my sister into your pathetic games too!?" He shouted.
Draco clenched his jaw, trying to keep calm— which, by the way, I was really appreciating. I could only control one mad boy at once. "Harry!" I warned, glaring at him.
He, whatsoever, paid absolutely no attention.
"I'm not playing any game, Potter. Not everything is about you, surprising, isn't it!? Get over yourself." Draco snapped back. I groaned internally.

My eyes flickered back to Weasley who slumped down. "Don't look at me, I didn't tell him! It's your fault you couldn't find a room for yourselves." He shouted.
I huffed loudly in defeat, throwing my head down as Harry snapped his head in Weasley's direction.
How stupid can one be? Makes sense, he's a redhead.

"You! You knew!?" Harry shouted.
Weasley stammered, trying to explain himself. Harry shot a glare at Draco before storming away. Weasley followed behind him like a little puppy. "Please, Harry, your sister scares me!" He shouted.

My eyes flickered back to Draco. "Your brother is out of control." He scoffed.
"Well, you were kissing his sister." I shrugged, slowly walking back to him. "Thank you." I said, causing him to raise a brow.
"For?" He asked. "For.. today. Before Harry, I was enjoying our time." I replied as a smile formed upon his lips.
He sighed dramatically, "just can't get enough of me, can you, Potter?" I rolled my eyes playfully at his remark.
"I prefer Y/n." I said.
He smirked, "And I prefer Draco."
"Okay, Draco." I said, emphasising on his name.

He laughed softly, "I'll see you tomorrow, Y/n." He said as we parted ways.