coconuts and strawberries | draco malfoy

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It's been two days since valentine's day, you're currently hanging out with the Weasleys, Fred, George and Ron. They're all bickering about something but you are staring at Cedric. you've spent the last two days doing so, people are starting to think you're crushing on him but in reality, you're curious.

"staring at diggory again?" Fred asks, "i think she's got a crush" George laughs. "i don't have a crush" you softly say as you continue staring, not even blinking. "why are you so interested in him anyway? he admitted he wrote it, what else do you need?" Ron asks. "he's lying, i know he's lying... well atleast i think. do you guys think i'm thinking too much into this?"

"yes" they all say in unison. you sigh and focus on them instead, "he wrote it... he wrote it, that's all" you try convincing yourself. "so you have a thing for him? i mean that letter was very heartfelt" Fred asks. "i don't know, i don't think so. the letter means a lot but it really depends who it's attached to. Cedric... he's not my type"

"what is your type?" "just respectful i guess, he's not that. i've seen how many girls he's with a day" "true" George responds.

it's silent for a moment while you think about the letter. "you okay?" Ron asks, you nod. "yeah, just dreading any class today. i'm tired... but speaking of classes i have to go"

you begin grabbing your things

"i'll see you guys later" you smile at Fred then give Ron a hug. "see you later y/n" "see you later". you walk to your class and enter the room, trying to make it to the front of the class but the seats there are taken. you sigh and take a seat at the back, where someone sits next to you.

you roll your eyes when you see who it is sitting right beside you.

"you're that unhappy to see me huh?" "yes malfoy, you bring me nothing but misery" you sarcastically smirk. "oh well i can say the same for you". you open up your books and read through one of the pages. "ever find out who wrote that letter?" "yeah, Cedric" "wait diggory? Cedric Diggory?" "yes..."

he scoffs, "i hope you don't fall for that trick. i'm pretty sure he sends every girl he messes with a letter like that" you frown and watch his expressions. "what do you mean?" "show me this letter" "what?" "show me" "okay..." you reach into your pocket and hand him the letter, you keep it in your pocket to remember the words and see if they match Cedrics.

Draco takes the letter from your hands carefully and places it on the desk, reading it. you watch how his expression doesn't change at all, like not even a single bit. he looks extremely unbothered. he inhales deeply and looks at you, like he's scanning you for a moment.

"Cedric is a player. even if he did write this, it's so he can lure you in. the fact that he said you're not like everyone else is such an overused line, he probably used it on everyone. he doesn't care about you" "well thanks" you snatch the letter out of his hand and put it in your pocket. "do you even like him?" "no" "so why are you upset that i said that?"

he's right, so you shrug. "i don't know, it was really nice letter. i just wanted it to actually mean something but it seems as though it meant nothing." Malfoy is silent for a moment, as though he's thinking of what to say. "he's just an idiot, someone will write you something like that again someday and mean everything they said"

"i hope so... why are you sitting next to me by the way?" "i wanted to make your time in this class miserable" he smiles. "you're rude" "i know" he responds proudly. he moves his chair closer to yours, so you move yours further from him. you know he's trying to annoy you, so you try to act unbothered.

he moves it closer again and you sigh loudly.

"i'm ignoring you again" "by all means, go ahead. i know you can't last without yelling at me or calling me a name for being this close to you" he laughs. "it's not gonna bother me" "okay then stay right here, don't move our seat" "okay... i can do that. i'm going to focus on my work" "go ahead"

his thigh is touching yours, you try so hard to ignore it but it makes you cringe.

you don't want him to win at whatever this is, so you try to ignore it. it's like an itch you can't scratch. you write down some things in your book as the professor teaches. your memory isn't all that good so you try to jot everything down so you can remember and go over it later.

you want to move your seat so badly but you don't want to let him think he's won.

"i can't sit like this any longer" you whisper to him. "then don't, but you'll be a loser" he whispers back. you look at his work and see he's actually doing really good. "you're smart?" you ask in genuine surprise, he looks at you with an offended / confused look. "yes" he whispers. "oh... i thought you just rebelled and never listened"

he ignores that and continues writing, he moves his seat a little away from you. "there you go, saved you" "oh... thanks" you whisper, suddenly not sitting so close to him you can feel his thigh and elbow against yours. you focus on your work but keep looking over at him every few seconds.

"what is it?" he whispers. "nothing" you respond quickly and do your work.