You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

-25-

I had forgotten how much fun Skye was. Losing her to Ravenclaw felt like losing a piece of her life, her laughter, and the secrets we used to share.

And don't get me wrong, I love Lennon, but having a guy as your Slytherin friend isn't the same.

"See you later!" I call to Skye and Francis as they head toward the Ravenclaw common room. 

Their waves are the last thing I see before locking eyes with the one thing I've been trying to avoid.

Leaning against the stone wall, Draco Malfoy stands underneath a small light, his blonde hair glowing faintly, and even from this distance, I can hear his slow breathing throughout the empty corridor.

My heart skips a beat.

I duck into an unfamiliar corridor, the fluttering in my chest subsiding as I walk down the new path, taking myself practically anywhere else. It's ridiculous how he makes me feel so uneasy. 

It's not love, I know that much. It's just... nerves from last year, those two kisses that had no reason to happen. 

But if I'm overthinking it, does that mean he is, too?

"Oy, Y/n!" 

His dominant voice breaks the silence. The minty scent I've subconsciously paired with him creeps into the narrow corridor, and my breath hitches.

I turn slowly, my heart pounding as Draco's shadow comes closer, his stature breaking the space between us.

"I know you weren't planning to go this way," he mumbles, his tone playful but menacing. "Have I been making you get weak-kneed, judging by the fact you avoided me in the Great Hall, and here too?"

The slight smirk on his lips is easily distinguishable, even in the dimly lit setting. Has he always been this good-looking, or did something happen over the summer?

Ugh, what am I thinking? Now is not the time, Y/n.

"Who told you that, Draco?" I say quietly, attempting to sound confident, preferably enough to cover up the huge blush that's creeping up on me.

"No one had to tell me, love," he breathes, taking another step closer. His tall stature hovers over me, his smirk growing as his eyes flicker to my neck, most likely noticing the redness growing. "But your reaction makes it all too clear."

Why now, of all times, did my knees need to go weak?

"You must be falling head over heels if you're so obsessed with how much I'm avoiding you," I retort, ignoring the growing sensation in my stomach. 

"Only one person is falling here," he says softly, his eyes narrowing as they snap onto mine, smirk widening. "-and I'm looking right at her."

"Sure, Draco," I whisper, but the words sound small.

But before I can think, his lips are on mine, but at this point, I don't think I care.

Also, about the fact that I'm trying to avoid him?

Screw that.

A few days had passed since that incident, and it's safe to say we're more comfortable with each other, especially since no one knows. 

I still knew I had no feelings for the boy, let alone the desire to be his girlfriend, but anytime I saw him with Pansy Parkinson hovering next to him, I always had a strong desire to leave the room. 

I frantically sprint down the empty corridor with Lennon, Francis, and Skye to get to our dorms before curfew, losing breath while exchanging shaky laughs. 

"Come on, Lennon, before Snape gives us detention!" I yell as we turn into the dungeons, nearly tripping over my shoes before a warm hand catches me by the palms. Awkwardly brushing off the stray tendrils off my face, I meet eyes with the boy who saved me from what could've been a bloody accident, and tension rises when I see who it is. 

Draco's gray eyes look me up and down, presumably searching for any injury when he opens his mouth and looks behind me for a moment before scoffing and turning away, releasing my hands after a few beats of awkward silence. 

Wasn't he about to say something? And even if he didn't, what's with the attitude? Last I checked, he was the one that... 

Never mind. 

Well, thanks anyway, I guess.

I stare after the silhouette with an eyebrow raised, arms crossed before a small cough returns my attention to Lennon, who, yeah, I forgot was there. 

"Let's go," He mumbles, dodging eye contact as he shuffles next to me, accidentally brushing my shoulder with his as he opens the dungeon's door for me. 

The common room is deserted; The usual green curtains and stone wall look oddly inviting, but I continue to the dorm's door. "Thanks," I say quietly to Lennon, whose hand outstretches to grab my shoulder, and he says in a low whisper, "Actually, Y/n, can we talk?" 

I nod, a mix of uncertainty and guilt creeping up on me for whatever reason as we sit on the leather couches. 

Lennon darts his eyes around the room, twisting his fingers in his palm as he undoes his tie, tossing it onto the table as if he can't breathe. He runs a hand through his hair, its usual spikiness fading as it's replaced with a truly messy look, and then he meets his eyes with mine. 

"Y/n," he mumbles, eyes darkening as the lock with mine. "There isn't- Like- Maybe-, oh, for Merlin's sake, is something going on between you and Malfoy?" 

Oh, hell no. This conversation isn't happening. My hair chooses that exact moment to unfurl from the bun that was once neatly placed on my head, loose tendrils flying everywhere. 

"No," I lie quickly, my voice shaking. Why am I so scared of what he thinks? He doesn't know, does he? He can't.

I run a hand through my hair, heart pounding out of my chest at the conversation I've been trying to avoid, cursing myself silently for beating around the bush for so long. 

"Really?" He asks, face unconvinced as he raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the pillows carelessly. "Then why did I see you two kiss in the corridor last week?"

Shit.