Covet (Draco x Reader)

Chapter 1

The last few minutes of Potions felt like an eternity. Soon, everyone would be heading down to the Great Hall for dinner, and I could tell that the entire class was growing more and more restless in their seats. Professor Snape kept droning on about our next assignment, but I could hardly focus on what he was saying.

Even though I hadn't eaten all day, I wasn't hungry. How could I be? The memory of what had happened kept playing over and over again in my head. Did he intend to give me that note?

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after dinner tonight.

Draco

The image of his perfect writing had been etched in my mind since I'd come across the note this morning. We'd only ever spoken a handful of times — usually in groups — and he never seemed to acknowledge me when we'd pass by each other in the hallway.

I'd left my Charms book in the Slytherin common room last night, and when I went to retrieve it before breakfast this morning, the note was tucked away inside.

Did he know that that book belonged to me? Did he really want me to meet with him? I always assumed he had a thing with Pansy Parkinson, since she was always trailing behind him like a little dog. They were never exclusive or anything, but I guess everyone just thought they were.

Once Professor Snape finally dismissed the class, I slowly gathered my things, waved goodbye to Blaise Zabini and Marcus Flint, and headed towards the door.

~

I remember seeing Draco Malfoy for the first time when we arrived at Hogwarts.

As first-years, we were all lined up inside the Great Hall, eagerly waiting to be sorted. Everyone was whispering to each other about which houses they were hoping to be sorted into, and which houses they absolutely dreaded. I was all too nervous to be conversing with my peers because, quite honestly, I didn't really care what house I was sorted into. They all seemed great to me.

Besides, I was distracted by the whole experience of it all. There I was, waiting to be sorted at this beautiful, renowned school that I was absolutely thrilled to be attending. I'd always asked my mother to recount her times at Hogwarts for me -- I just couldn't wait until it was my turn.

As I stood there in awe and looked around at all the older students sitting at the tables, I scanned the long line of first-years I was a part of as well.

That's when I saw him.

His platinum blonde hair was hard to miss. His silver eyes seemed to glisten beneath the candles floating above us. He had a sneering look on his face when he spoke with his friends, yet I caught myself gazing at him longer than I had intended. Before he glanced in my direction, I quickly looked away.

I'd heard stories about the Malfoy's, especially since Lucius was a Death Eater. I'd seen him when my mother and I went shopping in Diagon Alley prior to the start of the school year. We were browsing around Flourish and Blotts when I spotted Lucius — like I'd mentioned before, those Malfoy locks were impossible to miss. He had a looming presence about him, and it seemed as if those around him at the time made sure to stay out of his way. My mother pulled me close to her and started towards the exit. I didn't have time to catch a glimpse of Lucius's son then.

As the years went by, I rarely ever spoke to Draco Malfoy, despite the fact that we were both sorted into Slytherin. He'd always had quite the reputation, one he made sure to uphold. Everyone knew his father was a devoted follower of You-Know-Who, and Malfoy never let anyone forget it. He often boasted about his family's wealth and power, which only caused more people to fear or hate him, and it was usually the latter. For the most part, Malfoy was a downright twit to basically everyone at Hogwarts — no one was safe from his pretentious attitude and ridicule.

I've been on the receiving end of Malfoy's snide comments a couple of times, which typically ended with him calling me a "traitorous half-blood." But he always has something to say about everyone, so I never really thought much of it. I usually returned the favor by calling him a "spoiled prick", and that was pretty much the extent of our interactions.

So then why would he ask me to meet him at the Astronomy Tower?

The thought of doing so made my stomach flip.