You! | Draco Malfoy x Y/n |

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"Mad, isn't it?" I whisper to Draco, who's walking behind me in the empty corridor as we make our way to the dungeons. "How could that even happen?"

I hear his scoff echo through the hall as he steps beside me.

"Are you that naive, Draper?" He asks, loosening his tie slightly. "Maybe he wanted more attention, like that kid said. He's the goddamn Chosen One."

I raise an eyebrow at the accusation about Harry. I know for a fact that's not true, especially after seeing the miserable look on Harry's face as he left.

"He didn't want that," I murmur as we turn the corner. "If anything, you'd pull something like that," I huff, a small grin playing on my lips when I hear him mutter incoherently, something like: couldn't be me.

Draco's shoulder brushes mine, and his cool rings graze the bare skin just below my skirt. His hand finds my waist, guiding me into a small room off the corridor. My back presses against the cold stone wall as if he had planned this all along.

Despite myself, a small, nearly invisible smirk tugs at my lips at the situation he most likely put us in. His tall stature hovers over me, his blond hair just brushing my forehead. One of his forearms rests above my head on the wall, while his hand settles comfortably on my hip.

"Need a distraction from Potter, Draper?" he says softly, the scent of mint filling the small space. My heart, which was beating normally just moments ago, begins to pick up at his words, knowing they could mean so many things.

I nod, my arms sliding around his neck, pulling him closer. His grin forms into a smirk just before his lips meet mine. My breath hitches at how quickly this escalated. 

One moment, two classmates were walking down a corridor to head to their common room, and now... they're making out in a closet that anyone could walk into. I groan softly at the memory of when Ron's brother, Percy, caught us once last year.

Except that kiss was never meant to happen. I dwell on the memory for a second longer, but his hand on my waist tightens slightly, snatching away any doubts in my head- or any thoughts, really.

God, I hate him for this... how easily he can flip my thoughts upside down without any effort.

"Shut up," I hear him mumble against my lips.

Shit. Did I say that out loud?

A quiet giggle escapes me, but Draco presses harder, his lips stealing away any thoughts once more. My hand moves to the back of his neck, fingers weaving through his hair. He pulls back slightly, and my eyes flutter open.

His lips and cheeks are flushed, his messy hair falling over his forehead, but his smirk hasn't changed. "You're catching feelings, aren't you, Draper?" 

His voice is lower.

"You kissed me," I say breathlessly, eyebrows furrowing in mild confusion at the random accusation. "You're the one catching feelings. Especially-" I start to say, but his lips cut off the rest of the sentence.

We're back where we started, only now his hand lifts my leg slightly, the flush on my neck growing when I feel his warm breath on my neck.

"We'll see who's catching feelings, Y/n. In due time."

A/n: What do we think??