Draco x reader // Dior sauvage

4~ Worst day ever!

I left the great hall quickly after the incident, eyes burning on my back while I'm leaving. I didn't care about looking weak, all I care about right now is getting a freshly warm shower to remove all the cereal from my head! I've skipped first period so I could clean myself up a bit, walking through the hallways and finding out you've got potions class isn't the best way to start your morning, but oh well my morning is already fucked! When I reach the door a tall man with black greasy hair is standing in front of it, he gives me an horrifying stare, "Hello, y/n 'm professor Snape!" He says in an emotionless tone, his arm wrapping around his black cloak pointing inside the classroom, giving me the hint to go in. "Good-morning, professor Snape." I say awkwardly back, this man literally looks like an nightmare itself! And by that I walked inside the classroom which is this time only filled up with Slytherin people, I walk over to an empty seat, which has nobody sitting next to me. Feeling relieved because I've only been with the mean Kinde of Slytherin's yet, Snape held his wand high up in the sky, meaning to close the door with a spell. But before he could finish his sentence Dumbledore stumbles in the room, with an annoyed Malfoy in his hand trying to get out of his grip. Snape walks over to them and the old man whispered something to Snape before he left, leaving the pale haired boy behind in our classroom.

Professor Snape looks around the classroom with the arrogant pale boy standing still next to him, probably for an empty seat to place Malfoy there. Besides my table there were a few other tables that were empty, hoping I was lucky enough to not get him next to me! My heart drops to the ground when Snape grumbled, "You shall sit next to Y/n" Snape pointed his arm towards me just like he did with me by the door. Malfoy looks at me and rolls his stone cold eyes and then turns back around to Snape, "Do I really have to?" he sighed annoyed. Snape gives me once again his deadly stare, "Yes, Draco." Snape grumbles, giving the boy a little push in his back, hinting him to go to my table now. Fucking hell, this is the worst day ever.

Malfoy walks nonchalant over to my table, not even giving me one single glance. He throws his books on the table and let out an loud sigh, then he finally takes a seat next to me. I give him a little side eye, which he caught up on. "Do me a favour and keep your fucking mouth shut!" The blond hair boy spat angerly, his gaze fixed on the tables in front of us. The overwhelming smell of mint and man's cologne made me drown a little, that's the only good thing about him I guess, his smell. So that's what I did, even breathing is a terrifying thing to do around him. I really did try my best to almost not even breath around him until Snape came over to our table, his long, nail bitten finger pointing towards my paperwork. "What is this, y/n" Snape asks deadly serious, I'm to terrified to look that man in his eyes so I kept mine fixed on my paperwork. "I-uhm-I'm struggling a bit with my potions homework, professor." I stuttered, with my heart feeling like it's bouncing out of my chest. He backs away from me and faced himself towards Malfoy, which gave me a little relief, until I realised what Snape said to him.

"Draco, go help Y/n with her homework now!", is this wat death feels like?

Snape walks slowly off, leaving us be. Malfoy yanked my paperwork aggressively away from me, almost ripping open my hands. He takes an quick look at the things that I've written down on the paper and then sighed loudly, again. "This is full of shit, didn't you listen earlier?" he says irritated, he shives my paperwork back to me and looks away. "No, not really." I confess in honesty, after everything that already had happened how can I? there were a few seconds of silence, then he finally turns his pale face towards me and made eye contact for the first time since this class. "Take mine, you need them more than I do." He says coldly, while handing over his perfect written notes to me, his twinkling grey eyes staring deeply in mine. "Thanks, I guess." I say awkwardly, while taking the notes out of his hand and in that single moment, our skin touched each other, briefly. My pinkie brushes lightly over his cold thumb, I quickly tore my hand away, shivers now crawling down my spine because of out touch. The eye contact has completely broke down now, we were both in silence and it stayed that way throughout the rest of potions class long.

Afternoon-

The time flied by, classes finally ended. I've some spare time for myself now before dinner starts! I've made my way to the Slytherin common room, for the first time since I've been here the room is emptied out. the quietness is very enjoyable, I place my heavy books on the counter of the kitchen and went to the living room area. Before taking a seat on the big green couch my eyes catch up on a shiny brown guitar in the corner of the room, I crouched down before it, studying the big guitar. I look around the room once more in the hope that no Slytherin would come in and catch me with this mysterious thing, I grab it firmly by the frame and take it with me, back to the big green couch. My finger tracing slowly over the strings, adjusting it to the correct tone. And then I slowly start to ping something, with the crackles of the green fire place in the background making the vibe complete. I softly start to sing the first song that comes to my mind, "Go ahead and cry little boy, you know what your daddy did to-", I didn't hear anyone storm in, I was totally in my own space of time. The guitar got ripped out of my dry hands by a fuming looking pale haired boy, "That's not yours to play on, y/n!" Malfoy spats aggressively in my face. I'm looking him shocked in the eyes, where did he came from? I got snapped out of my thoughts by a stinging feeling in my hand, I look down at them and gasp loudly, blood is flowing over my hands dripping down on to my legs. He snapped the guitar with so much rage out of my hands that he accidently made a big cut in the both of them, it's weird because I don't feel anything. The only thing I feel is my body getting lighter, my eyes getting weaker, being unable to breath. I could faintly hear Malfoy saying things to me like, "please don't tell someone!" The last thing I could see is him crouching down beside me before my vision went black, at this point my body went completely numb and now my faith lays in Malfoy's hands.

I wake lightheaded up in the hospital wing, back to were it all started today. I try to look through the dark empty room, a few candles were on but it didn't gave me much of a vision. Madam Pomfrey is nowhere to be found, so they just left me here on my own then, I think to myself. And then everything came back to my mind, how Malfoy had accidently cut open my hands. I immediately look down at them, seeing nothing but smooth, healthy skin, everything is healed! It's weird because I don't remember but I guess Malfoy brought me here and helped me or something like that, but why? My eyes catch up on a loud ticking clock, seeing the time made me realise for how long I've been unconscious, 11 o'clock. I jump out of the hospital bed an run of to the Slytherin portrait, it's literally friezing out here! Running through the hallways takes longer than you think when you've missed breakfast and feel lightheaded, I've to be careful though, we're not allowed in the hallways past 9! I'm shivering in front of the portrait, I whisper "juicy green apple" and the portrait fly's open, allowing a breeze of warm air to roll over my stiff cold body. I step inside and the portraits slams closed, I always jump by the sound of that it's very loud. I'm intended to walk over to the kitchen and eat, but seeing the pale haired boy sitting on the big green couch in front of the fire place held me back from doing that! He turns around by the sound of me coming in, locking eyes with me. "Your back." He says almost with an relief, his stormy eyes gazing at my healed hands. "Yeh, did you wait for me or something?" I say a bit to curious, walking over to the couch he's sitting on, to take a seat next to him. "Stay there please, and yes I did we need to talk!" Malfoy snapped coldly, his pale face turning back to the fire place. I backed a few steps away, "Alright, talk!" I snapped back, while I'm awkwardly standing there. "Don't tell anyone about what happened or I'll-" He says cool, but I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. "Just stop, Malfoy!-are you literally trying to threatening me now?" I yell towards his back, this boy will be the death of me! He stayed for a few minutes silent, "Fine!" I sighed exhausted, " I won't tell anybody, b-but just leave me the fuck alone!" I say stuttering and by that walked away, back to my dorm. At this point I rather starve to myself to death than have to be with him in a room for more than one single second! so I went to bed being very hungry because I've obviously missed out on dinner, and then even more questions about him came to mind, will I ever sleep peaceful?

( hii loves :), sorry for the short chapter, but this one is also rewritten! have a lovely day <3 )