Charming (Draco x OC)

Midnight Snacks

He seemed as stunned as I did, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact I was in my pyjamas. After a long silence he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you following me?" He said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Following you? Why would I be following you?" I sounded a little offended.

"Well besides me being dashingly handsome I AM a Malfoy. We are a pretty prestigious family." The worst part was, while the first half sounded like a joke, I really didn't know on the second half.

"Well your the one who chased me into the woods so if anyone's a stalker it's you." He scoffed.

"I am not! Well I did. But I was in the kitchen first."

"How was I suppose to know that?"

"I don't know!" He sounded exasperated. I became very aware of the fact his hair wasn't gelled back as usual. Obviously freshly washed and had dried down wavy. I liked it.

There was another long silence.

"Maybe it's just part of our fates we keep running into each other." I shrugged, walking past him to start looking for the biscuits I came for.

"You really believe in that stuff?" It sounded like a sincere question rather than judgement. I hummed yes. "What like we are soulmates or something?".

"Woah, that's a bit dramatic. Maybe your just meant to tell me where the custard creams are." He looked flustered but sounded offended.

"Alright then, I'm not a house elf you know"

"You don't need to be a house elf to help someone out." He didn't reply, but after him staying still for a second I felt him come closer until he was right behind me, and reached overhead into a cupboard. He was so close I could smell him. He had definetly just showered, he smelled of that guy sort of minty they make in men's shower washes. I closed my eyes. I don't know why, but it felt like the thing to do in that situation. When I opened them again there was a pack of custard creams being held from above in front of me. I took them out of his hands.

"Thank you." He again didn't reply, not wanting to acknowledge his own help. When I turned around he was closer than I expected, and I dipped under his arm away.

"So tell me about this prestigious family of yours." I tried to ease the tension.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked suspiciously. I shrugged.

"Does everything need an explanation to you?"

"I don't want to talk about them." Why bring them up then I thought.

"What about your family?" He asked.

"What do you want to know about them?"

"Purebloods?"

I don't think he realised how loaded a question that was. I did come from a family of wealthy purebloods, but I myself was a halfblood when my mother fell for a muggle man. She had always told me not to be ashamed of it, but to not tell people so I wouldn't have to deal with the stigma around it. I was uncomfortable lying.

"Yeah." He nodded, saying same or something under his breathe, but I had already heard about the Malfoys being one of those sterner pure blood types. There was another long pause where the awkward tension rose.

"Elena?" He whispered. I hummed in response again. "How do you know Harry Potter?" I thought back to DADA where Draco had stared at us.

"Honestly? My friend Luna introduced me to him and his friends briefly. Harry and this Ron guy are arguing, so Ron had asked me to sit with him during one class where Hermione and Harry where sat together. When I saw Harry alone during DADA it seemed unfair to not sit with him." Dracos eyebrows shot up.

"Weasley and Potter are arguing?" He half chuckled. I nodded and stated I didn't know any details of it, despite actually knowing it was over whether Harry was lying about putting his name in the Goblet, but that wasn't my business to share.

"Why does this all interest you so much?" He hesitated, and I could see him contemplating whether or not to talk to me. Something seemed to make the decision for him.

"Me and Potter don't really get along. Because he's 'the chosen one' or whatever anything he does is celebrated and he gets whatever he wants."

"Is that his fault?"

"He wasn't very nice when I first met him." I got the sense he didn't want to go further into it than that, so I just nodded.

"I liked your Halloween costume." I changed the topic. His eyes lit up a bit.

"Yeah? That was my fathers waistcoat, really fancy designer." He bragged. I felt conflicted about bragging - being proud of having beautiful well made things it fine, but when it's all about showing how much money you have I became uncomfortable. I smiled. There was a pause for a moment before he said

"You um, you looked pretty too." How did he make it sound both forced and sincere at the same time. "I uh, I should go. Goodbye." He dipped his head towards me and went for the door.

"Goodnight Draco." I half whispered. He paused for a second as I said this, before going and gently closing the door behind him. I don't know what time it was, but it felt very late. I noticed he had left empty handed, and began looking around for what he may have been eating, but there where no signs of anything. I waited a minute to make sure we wouldn't bump into each other again and left with the packet of biscuits.

"What took you so long?" The people in my dorm asked, taking the biscuits right out of my hand.

"Needed some help finding them." They didn't ask anymore, stuffing their faces with custard creams. They offered me one but I declined. I actually climbed into my bed right as I got to the dorm, holding the duvet up to my chin and I turned to face the wall. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I picked up the watch on my bedside table to look at the time. 12:10. I put it down and went to sleep, blocking out the noise of my dorm mates.

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Authors notes:

This is a shorter one, but it didn't feel like the right point to move into the next part of the story here. I know things have been moving slow but what can I say, I love a slow burn.