Winning her over (Draco x reader)

Tasks and Telling the Truth

"Hi" Draco said, his eyes straying away from looking at me. He sat at one of the front wooden desks, his facial expressions showing anger. He looked moody as always but for some reason his blonde hair was scruffy all over.

"Why do you look like you've been attacked by a squirrel?" I asked, pulling out the chair of the desk next to him.

"Why are you so out of breath?" He retaliated, dodging my question.

"Answer my question and I'll answer yours."

"It wasn't...more like a ferret" He mumbled.

"What?"

"It's doesn't matter." He said sternly, "Are you going to answer my question?"

"It doesn't matter." I replied, giving him a small sarcastic smile.

He let out an annoyed sigh and leant back in the chair while trying to fix the bird's nest on his head. His hands brushed through the bleached blonde locks however due to there being no mirror, he failed miserably at fixing it.

"Let me help." I said, reaching over to part and smooth through his hair. His body tensed for a few seconds before he allowed me to help. "How are you...umm...after that fall when you were playing Quidditch?" He asked, his eyes now avoiding my gaze again.

"I'm fine, it wasn't a nasty fall."

"I'm sorry I didn't ask when it happened."

"Yeah...it's whatever." I replied, concentrating my attention on finishing up fixing his hair.

I hated this, this awkward tension between us. I understand it's partly my fault; I knew what I was getting myself involved with when I replied to his letter. I really liked Draco and honestly, I was fed up of pretending I didn't.

"Look Draco I'm sorry for lashing out at you that night without warning and saying those things...I honestly think it was working with you great." I sternly said, holding my ground. Draco stared straight at me, pokerfaced, with no response.

"Are you going to say anything or should I just leave?" I said worryingly.

He licked his lips before giving me his signature grin.

I've honestly missed seeing that.

"Well, for what's it's worth I'm also sorry. We both know I said harsher words and I didn't mean them. I don't really care about blood when it comes to you." He answered, "I'd personally like to go back to how it was before."

A genuine smile formed across my face as I leant in to kiss Draco. He was taken back at first but smiled into the kiss afterwards.

Yeah...I liked this.

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"Come on (Y/N)! We have to see Harry before the Tournament starts!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing in front of me. Today was the first Task; the day everyone had been waiting for. The sky had clouded over although it was trying to say 'this is going to be dangerous'. I sped walked up to the back of the champion's tent, my hands trying to stay warm in my white puffer jacket. Hermione had decided we should try and see Harry beforehand; she was terrified something could go wrong.

"Psst...Psst...Harry, is that you?" Hermione whispered with her head against the makeshift door of the tent. "How are you feeling?" She continued, slight hints of worry in her voice. "The key is to concentrate, after that you just have to-" She was cut off with what Harry responded, but that seemed to trigger her worry more as she pushed through the tent's flap and into Harry's arms.

A burst of light and a large camera click was aimed at Harry and Hermione as I stepped into the tent behind her.

"Young love!" A curly blonde headed women exclaimed as she walked over to my friends. She must have been Rita Skeeter, the reporter who had interviewed the champions before. According to Harry and Cedric, she pestered Harry about his past and made up a whole load of crap and she kept calling Cedric handsome.