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(Draco!XReader)

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title: Can't Hold It Anymore

word count: 1001

You were laughing again as a result of Ron's hilarious comments. The both of you had been best friends ever since you met in the last compartment of the Hogwarts train during the start of your first year. He was always so fun to be around and you became good friends with Hermione and Harry, too. 

Staring at the girl in front of you, you swallowed your mouth-full of breakfast, "don't mind him Hermione, I'll help you with the spew hats."

"IT'S S.P.E.W!!" She shouted. It's kinda a thing for you and Ron to make fun of her whole idea of "the spew thing" along with the help of Harry. Apart from her, the rest of you was clenching your sides so hard from laughter. 

The laughter died down after Draco reached your table. "Honestly, Weasley, if you laugh a little more, you'll find yourself in the Quibbler." He left without giving Ron a chance to answer and sat down on the Slytherin table. 

Hermione narrowed her eyes angrily, but you had a feeling that someone was behind you, or staring at you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a boy staring from the Slytherin table. You narrowed your eyes for a better look and saw that it was Draco Malfoy, who was just here making fun of your friend. He seemed to notice your glance and looked away immediately with a look on his face that you didn't quite understand.

-

It was during Care of Magical Creatures when you caught his gaze again. You didn't know what to react, so you smiled at him in a rather timid way. He widened his eyes and didn't smile back. And how coincident, Professor Grubbly-Plank paired you and him to examine the Bowtruckles.

"Hi," you walked to Draco and greeted him politely.

"Hi," he said, trying to start a conversation. "So, Bowtruckles, nasty little creatures aren't they?"

You chuckled and nodded, "let's see how well we can cope with those." You held out the pack of wood lice the professor gave you and handed it to the boy. He took it reluctantly and frowned at the bag. You took out your scroll of paper and quills, trying to sketch it. You motioned him to feed the creature and started drawing. You and Draco were working well with each other, and you couldn't quite understand why he had problems with your friends. After a few moments, you finished labelling and showed him. 

"You're really good at drawing, y/l/n." You were taken aback from his compliment, as it was a rare thing for him to do. You thanked him and handed in your work. Glancing around, you found that most pairs were still struggling, and Ron was laughing as a Bowtruckle scratched Harry. You chuckled at the sight and returned to Draco, who was staring at you again.

"Is there something on my face?" You frowned, "you've been staring at me for a lot of times."

He blushed a little and laughed awkwardly. "No, no, it's just that-" He paused, not saying anything more.

"It's just what?" 

"Nothing," he waved at you, "nothing at all." He changed the subject of the conversation by commenting on other groups, you followed the subject and chatted with him. The class was dismissed soon, you said your goodbye to him and caught up with Ron.

-

It was a few days later at dinner when Draco, holding a thin pile of parchment, reached up to you voluntarily for the first time. "Hey y/l/n, mind if you come here for a sec?" 

Hermione dropped her spoon while Ron and Harry were narrowing their eyes at Draco in the most dramatic way possible. You were surprised by his sudden appearance, "oh um, sure, I guess." You stood up, only to be pulled down to your seat again by your two friends beside you. They were hissing "no" and "why on earth is he talking to you like that" and so on. You shrugged your shoulder, "it's alright, Ron. I'll be back soon." Draco had his eyes fixed on Ron in dislike and... jealousy?

You stood up again and left the Great Hall with him. He lead you to the empty hallway. "Sick Weasley," he mumbled. 

"What is it that you wanted to see me?" You asked, heart beating fast. He looked at you and handed you the parchments that he was holding. You glanced at them, they were extremely beautiful paintings and sketches, "wow."

"Thought that you'd want to see those." He said quietly, "found it in my father's spare study."

"Thanks, they are beautiful, Malfoy." You grinned at him happily. 

He smiled back to you. Then he spoke in the same quiet tone, "I can't hold it anymore."

"What's wrong?" You asked carefully, concerned.

A troubled look appeared on his face. He ran his long fingers through his hair and said the words that you never thought it would be said to you by him. "I fell in love with you, y/l/n." You fell silent, unsure what to say, by this moment your heart was beating so fast that you thought you'd explode in any time. He continued, "I- I like you for a long time now, and I just hate it when you're with Potter and Weasley but not me. I'm sorry for-" You cut him off with a kiss, and he went blank for a second before his lips kissed you back and moved with yours in sync. Your lips fitted perfectly with his, and you couldn't think about anything else but his warmth, his gentleness, his scent, him. Yeah, you liked him, too. He broke away, looking surprised at you. "What-"

"I like you, too, Malfoy." You managed to speak without trembling and held his hand with your spare one. You didn't care how pissed Ron and Harry will be later when they hear about this, as you just wanted to indulge yourself to the boy. He curled up his lips and placed it on yours again.

"Wow."