Nyctophilia ➳ Draco x Reader

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HE PICKED A WEEPING WINTER Jasmine from the soft grass beneath him, and twirled it in his fingers. Taking his wand out, he casted a charm that took all of the fallen flowers and made them spin in the air. He swished them back and forth, and all around.

Everyone else was in class, which he decided to skip today. It was divination, a subject he now found boring. It was unlikely of him to miss a class, but he was ahead in his work anyways and Professor Trelawney allowed him to not be present sometimes. It was a perk of having Lucius Malfoy as your father.

Draco loved the silence more than anything. Sometimes he felt as if his friends weren't really his friends, and was always happy to not be around them every second of the day. Especially Crabbe and Goyle, who were more like his henchman if anything. Then there was the other two, Zabini and Nott, who were too playful for his taste. But in all honesty, the Malfoy couldn't decided if he felt truly lonely or truly misunderstood because of them.

Either way, he didn't like to think of himself that way. After all, he did have an image to keep. The only way to truly keep it was to not show the true side of himself at any time, whether alone or not.

But that certainly did not mean he didn't think about things like that anyways. You can't help what lingers on your mind.

The cold December air brushed against his pale skin, making his cheeks a light blush. The soft snow matched his white-blond hair as it fell slowly upon him. There was no denying that winter was his favorite season. Secretly, he knew it was a season that represented him well. It appeared to be cold and cruel, but nobody knew that it was also soft and gentle because everyone always saw the destruction it caused.

The quiet was interrupted when the Malfoy heard the soft sound the snow made when someone trudged through it. Draco was no longer alone. With a flick of his wand, the charm on the flowers stopped. He leaned against the trunk of the tree behind him and closed his eyes, expecting one of his friends to come around to question why he didn't show up to class.

Instead, he felt a small ball of snow hit his chest. His steel-grey eyes flashed open immediately, and met a girl with her arms crossed and brows furrowed.

"Phoenix." He greeted.

"Who do you think you are?!" She hissed. "You think you can just call me pathetic-"

"And get away with it? Yes, I do." The Slytherin boy finished for her. He looked down at his snow covered robes, and frowned. "You ruined my uniform."

"I don't care." She huffed, clearly irritated. "Listen, you are nothing to me and I don't know what you're playing at but it's truly annoying."

"That's hilarious. I'm nothing to you but you went out of your way to skip class and scold me in the snow?" Draco teased. "That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't care."

"What are you implying?"

'You're not leaving me speechless today, Phoenix.' Draco thought, as he looked deeply into her eyes cockily.

"Nothing. I'm just stating what I am observing. It's obvious that you could've just simply ignored me." The boy was now smirking, knowing that he was winning with his words. He did what he always does, which was get into the person's head and toy with them. She didn't speak, not knowing what to say.

"Silent, are you now?" He stood up, but remained leaning against the trunk of the tree. "So, why are you out here anyways?"

"Muggle studies. I hate that class." Her face softened, as she looked down. Nobody has ever insulted her like he did, and wanted to move past it. She didn't even know why she went looking for him. He was right, she could've just ignored him. But she didn't.