Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

Draco Malfoy- Crush: Part 1 (a)

"You just can't keep away from me, can you?" Draco snarled. "Purebloods do tend to gravitate towards each other, if you had any common sense you would see that to."

"We're both in Slytherin, we're going to have classes together... That doesn't exactly mean I can't keep away from you, it means we're in the same house... Don't compliment yourself."

"Oh, come on, I've seen the way you look at me, your eyes fixated on my lips, I've seen you staring at me in class, just begging for Professor Snape to seat us next to each other."

"With intense hatred and bloodlust?"

"You can't resist me... You just don't want to admit it because you hang around with that abomination Potter and the rest of his weak gang." He leant against the door, blocking you from going past into the hallway.

"No, I look at you like that because I really, really want to punch you in the face." Draco smirked at his cronies.

"Classic school ground flirting y/n, throw some punches, pull some hair but in the end, everybody knows you want them ever so badly." He leant in so far that his elitist breath tickled the hairs in your nostrils and sent shivers down your spine.

"How many times Draco, I'm not flirting with you, I'm not flirting with your little goons, if anything, I'm not flirting with anybody. Everybody knows you have a pathetic little crush on me which wouldn't be too bad if you didn't insist on stalking me and harassing me every time you saw me, which seems as we're in the same house happens too bloody frequently!" Draco's normally very pale and colourless cheeks lit up with tones of red and rose.

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that! Do you even know who I am? You should feel blessed that I would even talk to you, never mind suggest something like me actually liking you!" His pathetic voice cracked and shook as somebody finally stood up to him and called him out on his terrible ways. "Where did you ever get the impression that somebody like me, somebody with my kind of heritage would look at the scummy likes of you, I wouldn't be surprised if you were secretly a mudblood!" His words muddled and turned as he panicked, the other students in the hall struggled to hold in their laughter.

"Come on Crabbe, Goyle, let's go find somebody else's day to ruin!"

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Written by Aaron.