Draco x reader // Dior sauvage

5~ soft touch

Just like I thought last night, I haven't slept much. My head was buzzing all night long, all these questions popping up about him. And then something came to my mind, about the notes. Why did he gave me his notes, they're has to be something behind it. It's not Malfoy like to just give me anything, not asking for something in return. I yanked the perfect written notes from my nightstand and take a close look at them, why is this boy his handwriting better than mine? There's not much to see at first, just basic instructions about class. Until a technique came to mind, I've read the paper like you normally would do, from sentence to sentence, but this time I'm reading it from only the first letter of every sentence all the way to the bottom. Some letters don't add up but then I eventually find my way trough the notes and a few familiar words come out of it, library, meet me, eleven in the morning.

Let me just think about this, he wrote this when we were in potions class, is this even meant for me? And also, well the guitar thing happened after the notes so does he still want to see me? Aright, fuck it, I'll do it! It's now 10 in the morning so that gives me an hour to prepare, I'll be needing my preparation for this tough! I put on a green checkered skirt, white blouse with an black sweater on top of it. I'm standing in front of the mirror, brushing out my hair and putting on a little makeup, just to look decent. A little layer of lip gloss won't hurt anybody, some last royal sprays of my sweet scented perfume and we're done!

I walked down the staircase, going into the common room which is filled up with tons of my fellow Slytherin's. I walk quickly over to the kitchen counter, trying to avoid as much people as possible! On the counter of the kitchen is standing a big bowl filled up with fresh green apples, on the bowl is engraved a name, Draco Malfoy. Does this mean he owns the apples? I think to myself. Oh well, I'm hungry and I love green apples so that's fucked up for him! I grab myself one of the apples and walk towards the portrait, ready to leave. I see people around the room eying me arrogantly, do they really care about an apple that much, or maybe they were eying me because your not actually aloud in the hallways between bed-time and breakfast-time which is always later than usual in the weekends. But that didn't stop me, so then I left. I'm carefully making my way through the hallways, having an eye out for any professor that can come by me.

A cold hand grabs my wrist firmly, yanking me into a little cleaning cabinet. The green apple slips out my hand by these sudden movements and rolls slowly away, somewhere on the floor in the hallway. The person that pulled me in slams the door closed and stands in front of it, 'Lumos' I hear in front of me and the cabinet lights itself up. And there he is, standing in front of me, out of breath with flushed pink cheeks on his pale face, Malfoy. "What the fu-" He immediately covers my mouth with his cold hand, making it unable for me to finish my sentence. He stares me worryingly in my eyes, an look that I've never seen before on him! "Shh, Snape's just around the corner." He whispers, and then continues, "We both know that we aren't allowed to be here right now, y/n!" I take a look around me in the cabinet, the room is so small our body's are almost pushed against each other unwillingly, which made this moment very awkward! He lifted his cold hand away from my mouth, leaving the feeling from his touch of my face. "I wasn't planning on that to happen." He says with a little laugh, his eyes now staring deeply into mine. "Oh, okey." I say shyly back while breaking the eye contact, the warmth of his body now coming closer to mine. Malfoy and I being so close to each other gave me cold riling's down my spine, I'm trying to back away a few steps. But I'm bump into the wall before realising it, making it even worse when Malfoy caught upon it. He rolls his eyes in a playful way at me, "Am I intimidating you, y/n?" He snorts sarcastically, with a big grin smudged out over his face. He steps over to me and pins me up against the wall making it unable for me to leave, his right hand leaning against the wall next to my head. The smell of his minty breath is brushing over my face, "What are you playing at, Malfoy?" I whisper briefly, looking him deeply into his stormy eyes.