𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 | One Shots |

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐃.𝐌

Haven't written in ages, but whatever had a sudden urge to write so here you go.

Just a bunch of drunk confessions

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲
𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

The Ravenclaw common room pulses loudly through your ears with music, bottle clinks, laughter, and a beat of a magically enhanced wireless Weasley speaker that's blasting muggle music. But none of that reaches you now.

You're sitting on the cold stone floor of the nearest bathroom, your back pressed against the wall, head spinning. Too many butterbeers, fire whiskeys, questionable pumpkin juice cocktails and God knows what else you had drank. All just to try to forget that he was there.

Draco Malfoy.

You'd lock the door behind you after stumbling in, slurred something about just needing a minute to yourself, but now you're just trying to prevent yourself from crying in a bathroom. Your stomach twists with every heartbeat, your chest tight, your hands against the cold stone wall near you, feeling every thump of the song playing loudly. You're not sure if it's just because you're drunk, or if it's because you are now thinking of everything you've been trying to avoid these couple of months.

You hear a soft knock behind the door. "Y/N? Love, can you unlock the door?"

You hear the familiar voice of your best friend, you try to muster up a response, but all that comes out is a pitiful sigh.

"You're scaring me a bit," you hear her say faintly. "Come on, let me in?"

You shake your head, though she can't head you. "No. 'M fine." You mumble.

"You're not. You've had way too much tonight."

You lean your head against the wall. "Just give me a minute, I'll be okay." You repeat your previous words.

There's a beat of silence, and you think that your best friend might have given up and left.

"You called. Where the bloody hell is she?"

Suddenly your eyes peel open quicker than they've ever done before. Your blood runs cold, your heart starts pounding harder.

Your best friend's voice is muffled but clear enough for you to understand. "In there. She locked herself in."

Draco. Of course it's him. The one person you never wanted to see you like this. The one person you were avoiding because you weren't supposed to care. The one person who somehow got under your skin like no other.

"I told you to watch her," He snaps. "Said don't let her drink."

You groan, pressing your face into your hands. "Great," you mumble. "Now he's mad."

"You alright in there?" His voice is right at the door now, softer. Lower. "Y/N?"

You decide not to answer.

He sighs. "Okay. Look, I'm not going to pick the lock. But I need you to open the door for me, princess." A pause. "Please." You could hear the desperation in his voice.

His voice. That damn voice.

With shaky fingers, you reach up and flip the flimsy, tiny, silver lock.

The door creaks open, and there he is. Platinum blonde hair tousled from running his hand through it what seems like a dozen times. His tie loosened. Worry carved into every sharp angle of his face.

You blink at him, smile spreading across your face before you can prevent it. "You came to rescue me?" Your words slur. "Awwww, Malfoy, you do care."

His lips twitch, but the concern doesn't leave his eyes. "You look awful."

"Gee, thanks." You roll your eyes and scoff.

He kneels in front of you, squinting at your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. "Are you crying?"

You shake your head. "Nope."

Tears fall down your cheeks.

He reaches out carefully, his hand brushing your face as if he's afraid you might cry harder. He gently wipes the tears away with his hand.

Your lip trembles. "Are you mad at me?"

His jaw clenches, but he breathes out sharply. "Yes," he says. "I'm mad at you."

You flinch, not expecting his bluntness.

You sniffle. "You're not supposed to."

"Yeah?" He murmurs. "Well, you're not supposed to be in my head every bloody day either, but here we are."

That makes you giggle, a watery sound. "Want to know a big secret?" You lean in closer.

He raises an eyebrow, cautious. "What?"

Whispering you say, "I like you. But I'm not supposed to."

His breath catches, his body stays absolutely still.

You don't notice, you're too far gone, your forehead lightly bumping against his shoulder. "It's so annoying." You say quietly. "You always act as if you're better than me and I still... ugh." It's stupid."

He swallows hard, pulling back enough to take a look at you. His voice low and rough. "You don't hate me?"

"No," you say with a soft pout. "I wanted to. I tried to. But then you started being nice. And helping me with potions. And now looking at me like I'm something... I dunno. Like I matter."

Draco laughs quietly, the sound a little cracked, like he can't quite grasp that this is actually happening. He looks away, dimples creasing as he exhales slowly.

"Jesus, Y/N" he says quietly. "You're killing me."

You blink, swaying slightly. "That a good thing or a bad thing?"

"A little bit of both." He says. He looks back at you. "You're drunk."

"No shit."

"We should get you out of here."

You groan. "Noooo. I don't want to move."

He sighs again this time it's softer.

Then without another word, he slips his hands beneath you and lift you off the floor. You yelp, instinctively gripping his shoulders. "Draco!"

"You want me to put you down?" He asks, smug but gentle.

You bury your face into his chest. "No."

He carries you past curious a few curious students. He ignores them all. You're too dazed to notice. Your words come out in soft murmurs as he walks.

"You don't have to pretend to like me tomorrow."

"I'm not pretending." He replies quietly.

You peek up at him.

"I've liked you since fifth year."

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