DRACO MALFOY X MALE!READER●WHAT IS THIS FEELING?●

Detention Part. 2

3rd P.o.V

I finally finished the drawing. Setting down my pencil down, and signalling Malfoy that he can finally move.

I examined the drawing, it wasn't bad. Not the best but, not bad. I then handed it to Malfoy, to which he slowly took. "Wow..." Malfoy stared at the paper. "It's... amazing..." Malfoy said, tuning his gaze towards me.

"Please, your family probably has more portraits of you done by professionals." I said, as I smiled at Malfoy. Malfoy smiled and handed the drawing back to me. "Well, now that's over. How about we just take a stroll?"

Malfoy stood up, smiling down at me. "I would like that, my lady." I replied as I held a hand for him to hold on. "Hahaha. Stop that." He then swatted away my hand as I chuckled at him. "A lady would never do that you know?".

"Well, I am not a princes." Malfoy retorted. "Oh right, because you're a Queen." Smirking, I winked at him, then gave him a wink. Malfoy froze, his face flushing into a deep red color. "Seriously, stop that..." he said softly. Causing me to laugh.

"Fine." I then started to walk. I look beside me, and Malfoy was stuck in place. "Hey Draco, are you coming or what?" Malfoy snapped out of his thoughts and quickly made his way towards me.
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As we walked around almost every corridor in the castle, stumbling upon students who are having the time of their lives, snogging, or flirting with others and getting turned down.

But other than that, we just talked to each other. Mostly it's about Malfoy. Basically his life story. "And then, basically, I ended up here, because I'm amazing." I rolled my eyes at his story. "Ever thought of making your own auto-biography?" I asked sarcastically. "Huh, maybe I should."

Malfoy said, walking on straight ahead. Leaving me behind. Rolling my eyes, I slowly made my way to the self centered blond.

When I was now suddenly at his side, he stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Potter."

Malfoy snared. Rolling his eye. I looked forward to see Harry who was with Ron and Hermione. "Just look at him, strutting as he goes."."I'm pretty sure they're just walking.".

"Of course you would say that! You're both Gryffindors. So what would I expect." Malfoy uttered. "Not all Gryffindors get along you know. Geez you're so judgemental you know." I stated, crossing my arms. "Oh really? Like I care."

"You're such an arse. I don't see why Parkinsong likes you." Malfoy glared daggers at me, his glare turning into a sneer. "And I don't see why you would have anyone interested to be your friend." He mused, grinning as if he said something smart.

"Like I haven't heard that one before." I then turned my back from Malfoy and started walking away. "Where do you think you're going?!" Malfoy yelled, "Narnia!" I yelled back, not even turning around to look at the blond.

"Narnia?"

"Narnia business!" I retorted, turning a few heads towards us. As I turned to a corner, I could hear loud footsteps. But it wouldn't matter if I turned around, we all know It's Malfoy. 'Why am I even over reacting? It's Malfoy we're talking about.'

"For fuck sake (Y/n)." I whispered to myself, lowering my head. 'It's just Malfoy. Why am like this?' I didn't know where I was going, I just kept turning around, and then suddenly, I bumped into some one. I looked up to see a guy who looked a few years older.

I felt my face heat up. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Here, uh let me help you up." The guy held out a hand for me to hold onto. To which I hesitantly grabbed onto.