Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

8.

Pansy once again wasn't in the room when I arrived, which was a nice surprise. She usually sneaks out in the night to go see Blaise, and often doesn't come back until the early hours of the morning.

I stripped down and got into my comfy pjs and slid into my bed, with the book.

I skimmed through the pages all night, fascinated by the spells that I was discovering. There was so many. I came across Draco's Paper Planes, and I decided I would learn it myself. I ripped out a page from my empty notebook and began concentrating.

The spell isn't used with a wand, it's with your hands, which is extremely difficult. You tap your wand on your hands three times on each side, then imagine the piece of paper in-front of you transforming. 
I imagined a little ship, with a cute sail, travelling amongst the sea, lonely.
And like that, the piece of paper in-front of me turned into a timid paper boat.

I carried on reading the book for other spells, learning how to get the transformed letter to travel.
I was up late simply making my tiny boat float around the room, bouncing back and forth, it was entertaining to say the least.

Reading on and on I discovered a certain love letter spell that caught me off guard.
"The Love Note" it stated. "A Letter that you send to your admirer, and when they open it, everything you desire from them will consume them, making them believe they want these things, that they love you."

I thought of Malfoy for a second. How it would feel to fall in love with him, to have his cold hands wrapped around you, hugging you tightly. Him smiling at you, genuinely happy to be around you. Kissing you back, suffocating you with love and affection.

Snap out of it. He hates you. Get over yourself.

I continued playing around with my paper boat by my bedside until I fell asleep.

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The following morning, I woke up with my boat placed on top of my chest, I sleep on my back, so it gave me a little shock when I woke up. I smiled to myself lightly and placed it on my desk. I looked up at the time to see it was still really early. I then glance over at Pansy, fast asleep, clearly not going to awake any time soon.

I decided to have a productive morning and go down in the common room early and do some work before breakfast, as I hadn't done the homework for The Defence Against the Dark Arts Class coming up third period.

I strolled down to the common room to see Malfoy, lounging peacefully on the sofa, watching the fire burn. He didn't notice me walk down, it seemed he was too deep in his thoughts, and I was trying to be quiet as I didn't want to wake anyone. I thought that this would be the perfect time to show him my new favourite spell.

I quietly ripped a piece of paper from my notebook again, leaned it up against the wall, and scribbled down on it "You look like you haven't slept in 100 years, it's not a good look, ugly fucker.". Harsh I know, but I don't really care. I tapped my wand three times on my hand and imagined a little bird. Just like that, the note I had created made itself into a bird. I whispered a spell to it, letting it fly over to Malfoy and hit him on the head.

He rubs his head confused, still not realising I'm in the room. He violently snatches the note, before noticing it's a bird. He stares at it with open eyes, confused and almost conflicted. I watch him open it up, reading and analysing my hateful words. I was actually really enjoying myself.

"You don't really mean that do you Mudblood? I see the way you look at me, when I'm not making you cry, you don't think that at all." he slowly speaks, turning around at me and placing his hands in his pockets, lifting his chin up at me.
He was right, I didn't actually think he was ugly, he was the opposite. I hated myself for thinking he was attractive, because he treats me like shit, why should he have my affection?

"Grow up Malfoy, no fucking way." I reply casually, making my way over to the sofa and opening up my notebook to start my work, completely ignoring him staring at me.
I feel powerful for once, I can sense he's uncomfortable, he's tired, he's oh so tired, and he wasn't expecting to see me, let alone having to think of witty little comments to chuck at me.

"What are you doing?" he eyes me, sitting back down, but this time on the arm chair next to the sofa, keeping his distance from me.

"Trying to pretend you don't exist." I laugh to myself. He lets out a chuckle. Then suddenly, stands up, grabs my notebook out of my fingertips, throws it onto the floor causing me to flinch. I stare at him stunned for a minute, before he sighs at me, and grabs me by my shirt, making me uncomfortable.

"Why are you fucking with me Y/L/N? Why don't I scare you off? I'm not fucking good for you, I make you miserable, and I will continue to do so until you avoid me at all costs so I don't have to see your face everywhere I go." he threatens at me, not breaking eye contact, and tightening his grip on me.

I wasn't going to let him lose, not again.

I smile at him. "I like fucking with you Malfoy, I like you" I giggle, sending him flirty eyes sarcastically.

His lips quiver, staring at me. His fingers move up to my neck and I feel myself start to get butterflies. He squints his eyes curiously.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me Malfoy, is that why you have your hand on my neck?" I question. Nothing. Just silence. Hes digs his nails into the sides of my neck, making me want to piss him off more. "Did you appreciate that I've learnt your little paper plane note spell?"

He lets go of me, like he didn't know what else to do. The way he contrasted from ten seconds ago was beautiful to me, from so angry and animalistic, grabbing me and hurting me, to letting me free, staring at me with innocent and regretful eyes.

"Fuck off. You make me disgusted." he says under his breath, before walking off into his dorm, slamming the door, leaving me alone in the common room.

Once again, alone and confused.