You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

-14-

After we drop Skye off at the Ravenclaw common room, Lennon and I make our way into our common room, laughing and talking like nothing ever happened between us. Losing Lennon for only three days made me realize how much I love him. He's like an older brother to me, and nothing more than that. 

"And then Snape threw us in detention because of that little toad," I grumble to Lennon as I recite the story of my detention with Draco, carefully making sure to leave out the parts that might hint that we kissed because I know that it'll set Lennon off like a firework. 

Lennon laughs loudly as he swings open the dungeon door for us to enter, and a pair of gray eyes study us on the couch as they catch Lennon and me entering. 

"Speak of the devil," Lennon mutters under his breath. 

"Shut up," I hiss back, giving him a small kick in the calf.

Carefully avoiding the gaze of the icy gray eyes following me around the room, I make my way into a leather seat across from Malfoy, Lennon next to me. 

I catch Lennon's eye, attempting to send a message without words to him. 

Don't talk to him, you buffoon.

However, Lennon unfortunately has the brain capacity of a troll, so he does the exact opposite. 

"So, Draco," Lennon says with a forced smile. "Y/n wants me to talk to you."

Why in Merlin's beard am I friends with this idiot?

"No, I don't," I screech quickly, shooting Lennon death glares while a smirk grows on the blonde boy's face.

"But-" Lennon begins to interrupt, but I manage a long, fake yawn before he can say anything else. 

"Wow, I'm really tired," I noisily groan, stretching my arms out exaggeratedly as I get up, though I wasn't drowsy. "Goodnight, Lennon." 

With that, Lennon goes into the dorm after a few moments of awkward silence from him, as though he was saying, What the hell is wrong with you?  I sigh loudly as I make my way to the dormitories, wondering what is wrong with me. 

Why do I care so much about what Lennon thinks? I know that night wasn't anything special, and the trip to Hogsmeade wasn't either. It was just two... classmates that decided to spend the day together. Nothing more than that. Lennon would obviously misinterpret that, but it doesn't mean anything either. 

And it's definitely not because I'm in lo-

"Draper," an authoritative voice whispers, stopping me in my tracks as my hand reaches for the door handle. "Lennon must be protective if you're so worried about what he's going to do if he finds out."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I retort quietly, spinning on my heel as I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes meeting the penetrating gaze of the boy hovering in front of me. 

"Like I said," he says in a low drawl, inching towards me with a small smirk, "You really should work on getting better at lying. They're more see-through than glass."

"Shut up," I mumble, cursing myself for feeling my cheeks go red as the lingering scent of green apples and mint floats through the empty common room.

"Or what? Will you shut my mouth for me? Pretty sure that's what you said the night of the detention, right Y/n?" He murmurs, his face just inches from mine. 

"That's not what I meant, and you know that, you little toad," I grumble back, the sensations in my stomach growing for whatever reason. 

"Sure." 

And somehow, my lips ended up on his once more.

Last night's events came back to me faster than I would've liked in the morning. Why that happened, or better, why I let it happen, I don't know. 

At least now I don't have to worry about me being the only one who made the first move.

I swing my legs off the side of my bed as the worn mattress groans loudly at the sudden noise. After brushing my teeth and taking a slightly longer-than-I-would've-liked shower, I make my way downstairs to breakfast. Normally I would wait for Lennon, but seeing him at the moment is going to make me feel too guilty for keeping something like this from him. 

Thankfully, today was still the weekend, so I could have some time for myself to think about my stupid, stupid actions. 

I still don't know why I care so much, though. I'm 16, definitely old enough to make my own decisions, but I still feel like I shouldn't be doing this. 

I sit down at the Great Hall's Slytherin table, not seeing Draco or Lennon anywhere. 

Thoughts continue to race through my brain of whether Lennon knows, whether Malfoy is also overthinking like I am, and why anytime I try to avoid the boy, something always has to happen that brings us together in these situations. 

Whether or not those questions would ever be answered, I don't know, but one thing's for sure: 

Anytime I get involved with the boy, things always turn into a large mess. 

A/n: Guys it happened... again.

ik the story might feel kinda boring right now and I'm sorry Year 4 and above is gonna be more engaging and ~spicy~

Also there isn't gonna be smut until Year 5 OR 6 cause they aren't ready lol

Have you noticed that we're more comfortable w/ Draco cause we are actually calling him by his first name

See you in the next chapter 🤠