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Let me decide // Draco Imagine

Quiditch. The greatest game in the wizarding world. And also one y/n was incredibly good at. Draco knew that, but it didn't stop him taunting her before the big match.

"Hey y/l/n looking forward to loosing?" He called to the tall, brown haired girl across the room.
"Oh come on Malfoy, even a pathetic leach like you can come up with something better than that" she sneered back. Ouch. Ignoring the twist in his gut Draco shot back a quick "I guess you'll just have to see with someone worth insulting" before turning and walking away quickly.

He could never stay around her long. Something about her, confused him. At least he hoped it was just confusion. He couldn't afford to be distracted. Not now.

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High up in the air, suspended above the screaming crowd, y/n finally felt herself relax. It had been a stressful week, and then there was that Malfoy boy. God she hated him. Didn't she?! Her train of thought was interrupted by madam Hoochs whistle as the game started.

With the wind whipping through her hair as she darted around players and bludgers, Draco was funding it increasingly hard to focus on the game and not on the girl he supposedly hated. Which forced him to acknowledge the possibility of there being something more there. He had been think about her a lot lately.

'No' he scolded himself. 'You think of  Potter all the time and you just hate him too.' He sat back, satisfied with the conclusion he had reached. 'But you haven't been watching Potter the whole game' a snide voice in his head whispered... Well shit.

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Wandering through the castles many dimly lit corridors had become a frequent pass time of Draco's. The movement made it easier for him to think. It was during one of this wandering that he bumped into Rae.  Literally.

"Watch where you're going y/l/n he very nearly growls. She was the last person he wanted to see, much less touch.
"Hey you bumped into me Malfoy" she shot back, spitting his name out as if it was poison.
"Whatever, mudblood."

"What is your problem?!"

"My problem is you! You and your stupid pretty face and your hair and the way you talk and the fact that your so good and so gryfindor and you could never ever ever  like me the way I like you." He took in a deep breathe looking shocked at himself. Then scared.
"You like me? So you act like a dick? Wow Draco flirting skills on point."

"Wait what now I don't l-like you-u" he stutters back.

"Oh that's a shame" she says, attempting confidence.

"Yeah- wait WHAT?" His head shoots up. "Do you like me too?"

"Maybe?" She replies quietly.
Warmth spreads through him, and he forget for a moment the weight hanging over him.
"Oh" conflict takes over his every thought.

"You. You won't for long. There's.  There's something I have to. You have to stay away from me." Turning to leave, ice filling him to the brim, he feels a hand grip around his wrist, pulling him back. Twisting around again he finds himself very nearly chest to chest with y/n and he can feel his defenses crumbling.

"Why don't you let me decide that" she breathes out, cheeks flushed. Looking down at her he can't resist. In a moment that is both gone in a flash and centuries long their lips connect. And Draco can feel the ice slowly melting away, replaced by a warm, light feeling. Safe. He feels, safe. Like suddenly, when wrapped around this girl, this wonderful girl, maybe he didn't have to do such a horrible thing, maybe he wasn't under threat, maybe he wasn't so scared. 

Pulling apart the odd pair couldn't help but smile, and y/n knew she had won. Over those years she would come to know Draco not as the boy who made all the wrong choices, but as the boy who wasn't given a choice.

A/N I'm sorry it took so long! !!!! This is for kayla who is an amazing writer and probably the only person reading this. Hello fren