Draco Malfoy X Y/n - Enemies to Lovers

Sleepless Night - Part 1

Gosh i do hate it when things are at a standstill😭😭But sit back and enjoyyyyyyyy~~~~💖💖

Warnings: Swearing, tho they have been typed in their abbreviation form：）

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Draco's POV:

I dragged myself into the History of Magic class and quickly looked around the busy classroom. Still, no sign of her. No f*king sign of her since that fucking night when I told her to...I didn't want to finish the thought and instead waited for the waves of regret to overcome me.

Professor Binns floated into the classroom and the chitchatting slowly died away. I zoned out at the very beginning of the lesson and kept stealing what I hoped were subtle glances towards the empty seat at the corner of the classroom where y/n and here friend usually sat, somehow still wishing for a miracle to happen. I wished she would run here and knock on the open classroom door, her silky curls blowing around in the soft breeze, framing her delicate face and twirling around the Slytherin scarf that matched her skin tone so perfectly. Her slender figure would be bent and breathless as her sweet voice that always reminds me of wind chimes calls out apologetically to the professor. Her lips would be the perfect shade and shape as always, and those starry, y/e/c eyes would be just as bright and lovely as always.

Catching myself with that chain of thought, my eyes widened and I flushed, an unusual splash of pink appearing on my pale cheeks, barely visible. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?! During the past few days I have been tentatively poking the fact that I might regard y/n y/l/n as a little bit more than an ordinary mudblood, but now I was ninety-nine percent positive that things were much more complicated than that. I silently cursed myself. Why did things have to be like this? And sh*t...my lips were bleeding. I must have subconsciously bitten it. Hard.

I zoned in just in time to see Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes Hermione waving her hands in the air and whisper-shouting a very exaggerated answer to no one in particular. I snorted. She didn't have to show off like that. Y/n had the best grades in our year and you don't see her jumping up and down in her seat every time a question is being asked in class. She always sits quietly by herself and I often wonder what she finds so interesting in an ordinary textbook.

But here I was again----thinking about her barely three seconds after deciding to pay attention in class. I scowled and tugged almost fiercely at my tie. 'I heard that y/n is not feeling well lately. She's not skipping school because she has some kind of "mental health issues".'

My head snapped towards my 'fiancée'. Now don't get me wrong: I have nothing against Pansy Parkinson. I don't even know her that well. Its just that the idea of getting stuck with a seemingly random stranger for life and having no say in the matter is horrifying. At the current moment, her freckled face was calculating as she took in my change of expression and guessed appropriately about my thoughts.

I narrowed my eyes. I knew that by 'mental health issues' she was assuring me that it wasn't my fault y/n had missed school. I considered her for a second and decided to trust her. Pansy and y/n were sort of on a nodding acquaintance, and I knew that she secretly admires and adores y/n, so it makes sense why she would be concerned in y/n's absence. Besides, she probably saw my weak spot for y/n and hoped that I would find a way to fall in love with y/n so the whole arranged marriage thing would be over. Ha, I wished things were as simple.

Your POV:

You let out an frustrated groan and sat up groggily in bed. Glancing at the silvery moon that hang almost right at the center of the starless night sky, you could tell that it was near midnight. Over the past few hours you had been struggling with your insomnia and drifting in and out of sleep. Your bed was now a mess and when You looked into the mirror hanging by my bed, You frowned ---- you looked like living hell. Your hair resembled a bird's nest and your emerald pajamas were wrinkled. You quickly finger-combed your hair and attempted to smooth out your pajamas. You had given up on any promise of a good night's sleep at this point.

You quietly slipped out of bed and made your way to the common room, yawning softly and heading straight for the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Then... you stopped dead in your tracks, your breath hitching in your throat...

~~TO BE CONTINUED~~

Next part coming up shortly~~

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