𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 ♡

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮🌙

Summary: Draco Malfoy casually flirting with you for the whole semester has already swept you off your feet but what happens when it's just the two of you, alone?

Warnings: SOME SEXUAL TENSION, kissing, tongue and that's pretty much it i guess THIS IS 1.8K WORDS

"Y/n are you down to go to Hogsmeade this week?" Questioned Pansy as we walked down the crowded corridors trying to shove our way to our next lesson.
"I'm down... so who else is going to be going?" I asked as curiosity delved deeper into my mind.
"I assume Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle are tagging along," she replied as she clutched onto her books against her chest making sure she didn't drop them.

A wave of relievement rushed through my body as I deeply exhaled. I was glad that Draco Malfoy wasn't going to be going especially after the past few weeks of constant flirting over this current semester. Purposely being touchy, muttering sweet things into my ear, wanting to work with me during lessons, all that jazz. You name it and I assure you he was doing it all.

But I couldn't lie that a part of me didn't also want him to be there. Over the past weeks I developed some sort of crush on him but I assured myself it wasn't anything serious. Because it wasn't.

"Earth to you y/n," she muttered as she nudged me slightly causing me to snap out of my thoughts.
"Uh yeah?" I mumbled as a a tiny frown painted across my lips, making me look in the opposite direction.
"I forgot to mention that Draco's also coming," she added casually as I turned my attention back to her, almost instantly.
"You mean Malfoy-," I stuttered as other students bumped into the two of us.
"Uh yeah.. Malfoy..," She responded, her face puzzled.

I could feel the sweat that was starting to form under my uniform, from hearing his name roll of the tip of her tongue and my hands were beginning to slightly quivering. Maybe it was because I was sat next to him in the lesson that I was heading for now.

Making my way into class, i plopped down onto the seat next to Malfoy wearily.
"Ah..look who do we have here?" He stated playfully as he scooted his seat closer to mine.
"I'm not in the mood Malfoy," I groaned back as I shoved my books out of my bag.
"Ooh not so friendly," he added almost as if he was trying to get on my nerves until I gave him a deathly glare making him back up a bit.

There were moments during class where our knees would accidentally touch or his hand would graze mine making me fluster at the sudden contact.

When class finished he began pestering me again. "I heard you might be going to Hogsmeade with us," he stated as I simply ignored him.

My perception of things were like 'let's ignore him and hope I can easily get myself out of this' sort of thing. Therefore I kept blanking him every single time he tried to talk to me.

As I was exiting the classroom, he held onto my wrist loosely making it compulsory for me to turn around and face him. "Let go of me," I spoke through gritted teeth.
"Not until you tell me what's your problem?" He countered as he furrowed his brows, his grip becoming tighter.
"It's none of your business," I responded quickly before turning on my heels ready to leave until he leaned towards my ear from behind.
"Are you sure it's none of my business?" He whispered as a playful smirk appeared on his face.
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"That looks ridiculously perfect on you," complimented Pansy as I came down the stairs to the common room. I was wearing a basic,black, midi dress paired along with matching high thigh boots, topped with a winter formal coat.
"Thank you, you look gorgeous too," I said as my cheeks glowed with a rosy coloured tint.
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Making our way to Hogsmeade, me and Pansy met up with the boys. As soon as I walked in, Malfoy's mouth was hung slightly open as he stared at me in awe.
"What's good?" Asked Blaise to the two of us as my heart started beating rapidly. I could have sworn at some point Draco was checking me out. His eyes darting up and down at my figure as I stood their biting on the inside flesh of my cheek as a coping mechanism.