You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

-9-

The rest of the day didn't progress any better.

I now had two people I needed to avoid, one willingly and the other unwillingly. 

I walk with Skye, explaining my current situation to her freely, knowing she wouldn't judge.

"I don't get why he's so mad," I groan, rolling my eyes at the ceiling as I pick up a heap of books from my bag.

"Maybe he iz just very moody. Could eet be zee time of zee month for heem?" Skye says with a laugh while also earning her a shove from me.

"Shut up," I chuckle as we head into the Poitions classroom, a faint scent of sandalwood and peppermint obscuring the dimly lit room. I take a seat with Skye at the far end of the room, an empty table to our right. 

"Potions," A cold drawl speaks. "Is an art. I will not have any fools in this classroom, as it will result in points being taken away, and I refuse to teach any imbeciles that step foot in my room." He drones on, shooting a sideways glance at Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor who Snape dislikes very, very, deeply. 

I roll my eyes at Snape's speech because I've heard it so many times, but I quickly get snapped out of my thoughts from a snicker on my right. I turn my head to see the familiar faces of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting next to me at the once-empty desk. 

Oh, for Merlin's sake, could this day get any worse? Of all of the seats in the room, they had to choose this one?

I turn my attention back to Snape when a whisper distracts me. 

"Avoiding me, Draper?" Malfoy's cool voice says softly, goosebumps forming on my body from the reaction of his warm breath on my skin. "Last I checked, you were the one who made the first move," He finishes, and I can practically hear the smirk on his face. 

"Shut up," I hiss, still avoiding eye contact as I glance around the room for Lennon, making sure he doesn't hear any of this. 

"Making sure Gray doesn't hear you, hm? I never took you for a secret keeper," He continues, ignoring my comment. "You know, I did hear your small argument this morning. Sorry about that." 

My face burns at the realization of him listening to our conversation, but I focus harder on Snapes' speech, trying to not let my guard down.

Polyjuice Potion will allow you to temporarily transform into another individual if you concoct it properly, I think, now trying to recollect the ingredients needed for the substance. 

"You can't avoid me forever," Malfoy breathes.

"Watch me," I say through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure, because you're talking to me right n-"

"Draper! Malfoy! Detention for speaking while I'm speaking! 10 points will be taken from Slytherin, and if I hear you talk again, I will see that it will become 100. See me after class, both of you." Snape thunders, his black eyes shining a nasty glint towards us. 

"Yes, sir." I drone before dropping my head onto the table after he turns around, a loud thump following. A warm hand places itself on my shoulder, and I already know it's Skye's. 

"I'm zorry about zat," Skye whispers, "I knew you said he wuz inzufferable, but I didn't think zis much."

Yeah, me neither.

The classes filed out the door after a particularly dull lesson on the Draught of The Living Death, leaving me, Malfoy, and Snape in the room. Snape saunters over to his desk, pulls out his wand and flicks his wrist, resulting in me and Malfoy getting shoved into our chairs forcefully. 

"Talking in my class is an automatic detention from now on," Snape's oily voice grumbled as he pulled out dirty cauldrons and spoons from his cabinets. "I want these to be cleaned thoroughly, without a speck of grease on them. You will have one hour, and you are not allowed to use magic." 

"But sir, doing that in an hour is-" I say in response to the absurd task, but quickly shut up at a piercing glare from the cloaked man. 

"If there are no further questions, you may begin." 

He withdraws himself from the room, leaving me and Malfoy in the dusty space alone. 

With a groan, I proceed to grab a withered sponge from a soapy bucket and scrub the greasy cauldrons, cursing myself for responding to the irritatingly smug blonde. 

"You know, none of this would've happened if you didn't have a crush on me so badly," Malfoy grins, meeting my eyes. 

"Oh, please. I don't like you, and I don't plan to anytime soon," I sneer back, not wanting anything more than to smack the boy. "Give me three reasons why I would even think to have a crush on you."

"Well," He says, getting up from his chair and making his way to the table where I was now drying the cauldron. "For starters, you kissed me."

For the last time, that's what came to mind in the situation. Merlin's beard, how naive can one boy get?

"If you think that's 'cause I liked you, that's not true," I snicker, amused by the fact he's hanging onto that night like it was something meaningful. 

"Sure," he mumbles, the smirk slightly fading as he grabs a sponge too.

A/n: Yall don't know how much I wish there was someone with his personality

snarky ✅

hot✅

and flirty ✅

HE CHECKS ALL THE BOXES 😜

anyway, lmk if you like the story so far tysm for reading <3