Nyctophilia ➳ Draco x Reader

III;

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE FOREVER, Charms class was finally dismissed. The students started pouring out of class as Draco was already ahead of everyone, waiting for his friends to come out too. Just as he spotted Zabini, a smaller figure blocked the Malfoy from reaching his friend. Catching the all too familiar vanilla scent, he knew exactly who it was, and looked down into her seemingly frustrated eyes. The Slytherin boy couldn't help but curl his lips into a smirk.

"Might I ask why you were staring at me for an uncomfortably long amount of time?" She asked, her tone laced with disgust.

"Maybe I'm curious." Draco replied smugly.

"Curious? Of what, exactly?"

'Whether or not you'd like to be my date to the Yule Ball...' The blonde boy thought but decided that maybe that answer was a little too forward to say, considering the situation.

"You're rather different." He simply replied, walking away only to have the girl follow after him with never ending questions.

"Different?" She repeated.

"Yes, different. Nobody has ever talked to me in the way you did last night." He said, adjusting his bag on his shoulder so it wouldn't look like he was too focused on her.

She fixed her posture. "Well I am-"

"(Y/N) Phoenix. I know."

"Of course you do." The girl huffed. "But who are you, exactly?" She spat, as if he was some sort of peasant to her. Who knows, perhaps he was at this moment in time.

The pureblood boy stopped suddenly in the middle of the corridor and turned directly to the slightly fuming girl. He knew that even though he stood taller than her and wore the famous Malfoy smirk, his next words weren't going to mean a thing to her. He said them anyway. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

At first, she tilted her head, as if she was trying to recall the name. After a few moments, she gasped of realization and breathed out a giggle. "I should have known! Oddly bright blonde hair, pale white skin, expensive..." She stopped momentarily to feel the fabric of Draco's robe sleeve, "but cheap quality robes... Indeed, you are a Malfoy!" She grinned, which was a little unexpected. The boy was caught a bit off guard.

Draco pulled his robes straighter. "I am." He said, grinning back, feeling proud to be part of a family she knew. Even though she called his robes cheap quality, which he could strongly disagree against.

"How..." She started, her once before a smile now turning into a fake pout. She leaned in, bringing her lips close to his ear. This made the boy's heart skip a beat. "Pathetic." She whispered and took an arrogant stride away, brushing past him swiftly. The Malfoy's grin instantly disappeared.

He stood frozen to the spot, completely baffled by her snarky behavior. He only thought in the moment how the pureblood girl had just called the Malfoys pathetic, and how she addressed him. The more Draco thought about it, he was reminded of the same way he identified Weasley in first year, by his appearance and hand-me-downs.

'So that's who Phoenix reminded the boys of... me!'

♛

It was two times now that the curious girl was able to get the last word against her fellow Slytherin. Two times that she left the Draco Malfoy speechless. But there certainly was no denying that her attitude was impressive. Now, he just met her, and he wouldn't go as far to saying he was infatuated with the girl, but he wouldn't mind getting on a first name basis with her. Which is a big deal for a boy like Draco, who didn't even call his own friends by their first names.