Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

7.

The corridors were cold and musty, a typical Monday morning. It was awfully quiet, peaceful almost. The air was still foggy from last night, giving the school a haunted ambience.

I walk up to the large door leading to Snape's classroom and slowly opened it. Everyone's eyes stopped and stared at me, including Malfoy's.

"How nice of you to join us Miss Y/L/N" Snape lingered. "You're letting your house down, I expected better."

"Sorry I'm late, Professor." my voice cracked. I stood in the door frame like a fool. My dusty books sat uncomfortably under my arm.

"You should be." he snapped. "Take a seat over there now." he points to an empty chair, and just my luck, it's sat next to Malfoy.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and let out a loud huff, causing Snape to glare at him.

I quiver slightly before taking my seat,  practically feeling Malfoy's eyes digging into me.

We sat in silence for about 20 minutes, allowing Snape to drive us all insane with his boring remarks.

"Your eyelashes look like spiders, I hate them." he claims, not even looking up at me. He twiddled his pencil around his fingers. His ring tapped against the pencil as he did so, letting out an annoying tapping sound to rattle my ears.

"And I hate you, don't speak to me, Malfoy." I quickly shot back. I didn't hate him, i disliked him, hates a strong word.

"You didn't look like you hated me last night" he mocked me. He smiled at himself proudly for a second, then dropping back down into his typical angry looking self.

I let out a sudden cough in shock, before shifting myself slightly on my seat, not responding to him. I could tell my silence annoyed him, because he just carried on.

"As if you think you have a chance with me, I may have fucked some interesting looking girls, but I would never step as low as you.". 

This stung, it shouldn't, but it did. All I want is for this stupid boy to leave me alone, stop making my Hogwarts experience Hell. Why did he have to make me feel so small?

"I don't give a shit about you Malfoy, get out of your own prickly arse." I fired.

And just like that, class was over. Snape dismissed us and I practically ran out of the room. However, as my feet left the room and only just entered the corridor, I felt something hit my shoulder.

A piece of paper, shaped like a bird.

"If you think I'm ever going to stop making you miserable, you're delusional. Hope you have a shit rest of the day, Mudblood x" the letter read.

The little kiss at the end of the sentence is what infuriated me the most. Who does he think he is?

I slowly turned back around to see Malfoy laughing at my weak posture from his letter. He knows he makes me weak, and he likes it.

I walk off, tucking the paper into the tiny pocket inside my robe, trying to suppress the anger that it radiated off me. This left Draco satisfied, I know this because I heard him snicker down the corridor before I could fully escape his annoying presence.

Draco and his Paper Planes, I have not missed them.

As I trudge further down the corridor I catch Hermione's eye, she calls me over worried.

"What's wrong Y/N? You look like you've just seen a troll." politely questioning me. And responding to her worry, I break down into tears, ripping out the letter from my robe for her to see.
She skims over the words several times, not sure what to say. I don't blame her, there's nothing she can say to make me feel better about a blonde, skinny boy from my own house bullying me.

"I'm sorry Y/N you don't deserve this." hugging me softly.
And it's as if, as her body touched mine, an idea sparked inside of her.

"Wait, come to the library with me now, I think I know how to help, well maybe not help, more like to play Malfoy at his own silly love letter games." she chirped.
She grabbed my hand giggling, dragging me to the library.

—————————————————————

We spent pretty much all day searching for books amongst the tall shelves.

"Hermione this is pointless, you can't find the book, we're wasting our time." I said hopelessly, with my head slumped on the table.

"Wait no, i've got it, Y/N, I've found it!" she leaped down from the bookshelf, holding a large purple book. It was extremely thick and looked like it had been buried for 50 years. It titled on the front "A Wizards Messenger."

My eyes reflected my confusion, allowing me to not speak, as they said it all.

"I know what you're thinking, you probably think this is silly, but please give it a read. I know you hate reading, but i'm serious Y/N, if you want to stand up for yourself, not just with words, then learn a few spells. Play Malfoy's game." she explained.

My lips parted, I didn't really know what to say, I was unsure of what I wanted out of this. I didn't want to give Malfoy attention, as it might boost his ego even higher, but I did want to beat him at his own game, I wanted to make him just as miserable as he made me.

"Fine." I finally blurted.

Hermione let out a cute little shriek of excitement before we both parted our ways for the evening.

I make my way back up to my dorm, curious about what this book has to offer.