Malfoy

2 - Meet Draco

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"So this is your room?" you ask.

"So is this your room?" he mocks. "Obviously it is," Draco says and throws you a look.

"Sorry," you say and look down.

Draco gives you a firm look then turns around sharply. He sits at his desk and loudly pulls out his books and a writing utensil. You stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?" he taunts.

"I'm not sure where to sit, sir," you say quietly, embarrassed by the fact that you just called him sir. You pray he doesn't notice.

"Sir, hmm?" he says and laughs, then he motions towards the bed, for you to sit.

He has a dark green silk comforter but there is an oversized fur blanket covering most of the bed. You sit and are surprised by the firmness of the bed. You let out a breath that is a bit too loud from the impact and he whips his head around.

"What was that?" he asks and smirks. Your face burns red. Draco turns back around and shakes his head. You want nothing more than to just sprint out of the room and never stop until you get deep into the forest. Anywhere but here would be better.

You start getting out your books. If it weren't for this stupid potions assignment you wouldn't be here. You struggle getting the last book out, the corner is stuck on the buckle of your backpack. Struggling for a moment you finally pry it free and then are startled to see that Draco is now standing directly in front of you. He must have been very quiet and fast getting from the desk to here without you noticing.

He's very tall, you have to tilt your head all the way back to see his face. He's looking down at you and some of his hair has fallen in his face. His eyebrows are drawn and it seems he is thinking hard about something. Maybe its the dim lighting in the room or the angle but for some reason he looks incredibly attractive. This thought makes you blush and look down, only to find you are staring right at his crotch. More embarrassed than before you duck your head to stare at your lap.

Draco laughs softly, then you feel a hand firmly tug the back of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. He looks beautiful. His face is strong lines and smooth skin and a sexy smirk. His right arm is still gripping your hair to hold your head up and his left arm is his pocket. His sleeves are rolled up, and the shirt is definitely tight on his biceps. He's still holding your hair and you can feel your face turning a deeper red as you realize all the thoughts you are having about him.

Draco shakes his head and lets go of your hair. He turns and walks back to the desk. As he pulls out the chair you can't help but notice his shirt seems to cling to his back muscles. You can see the slight outlines of his muscular shoulders as he pulls the chair. You push your legs together tightly, where are all these thoughts coming from? It's Draco, he's an asshole, you need to get it together.

You take a deep breath, "so, are we gonna start working on this or what?" you huff at him.

"I'd appreciate if you cut the attitude," he says without turning back to face you.

"Well I'd appreciate if you stopped telling me what to do," you retort, feeling your confidence return.

He quickly stands up and violently turns to face you, knocking the chair over.

"WOULD YOU," he starts to yell, then grips the desk and lowers his voice, "please, would you just go. You're making this very hard for me," he says, gritting his teeth. His forearms are tense as he grips the desk harder.

"I'm sorry if I-" you start, feeling shy again.

"Just go," he cuts you off.

Annoyed by his harshness, you angrily gather your belongings and stomp towards the door. Who does he think he is, grabbing you like that and then telling you to leave? You can't believe you ever thought he was attractive.

You are hurrying out of the room holding all your stuff when all of a sudden, you trip and fall, dropping everything everywhere. Its embarrassing enough to trip and fall on your face but now, judging by the wind you just felt, your skirt is up. You sit up quickly and adjust the skirt, your face is burning with embarrassment and anger. You scramble to gather up your stuff again.

Once you have it all, you quickly walk to the door, trying to be more careful this time. You steal one last look at Draco before slipping out the door. His face is slightly flushed and he's zoning out staring at something.

Stupid potions assignment, you think to yourself, annoyed and embarrassed by everything that had just happened.