JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

twenty-nine

Y/n's POV

Aiden and I finish packing up our homework before the two of us exit the library. I had been spending most of my days with him, considering Hermione was teaching Ron and Harry stuff they were always behind in. It was rather funny actually, Hermione and I would even take turns studying with the boys—it was much like day-care.

"I think you need a better teacher, Y/n. As you can tell, I'm not the best at Potions." Aiden says, messing his hair up. Something he did that I absolutely loved.

A small blush makes its way onto my face, as well as a smile, and I avert my eyes, looking in every other direction, expect his. I'm snapped back into reality as someone shoves my shoulder. Turning to look at the human, my eyes meet Malfoy's, who had a daring glare plastered on his face.

Let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?

Going back to the early morning, I had woken up in Malfoy's bed. As I open my eyes, they meet the sleeping figure of Draco Malfoy, who looked so peaceful—he looked... secured. I couldn't move, because his arm laid wrapped around my waist, reasonably tight.

I slowly move my hand to his face, poking his cheek lightly, making him scrunch his face. I poke him again, only this time he pulls me closer to him, making my face heat up as he holds me against his chest. He smelt outstanding.

"Draco, I... can't breathe." I try my best to push him away from me, but it only makes him pull me closer.

"Shh, I want to stay like this... just for a few more minutes." He whispers, softly kissing my head, making my face heat up.

And so we lay there.

Unfortunately, the two of us had shortly broke apart. I stay laying down whilst he stands up and begins rummaging through his cupboard. I get a glimpse of his wardrobe, seeing multiple blankets stuffed inside.

Lying motherfu--

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, turning to face me, throwing a bunch of clothes at me, hitting me in the face.

"Pretty well. You?" I ask, pulling a t-shirt off of my face.

"Best sleep I've had in a while..." he whispers. He didn't know I heard him, so I just kept my mouth shut.

The two of us go silent, looking into each other's eyes. He walks over to the bed, taking a seat in front of me, not breaking eye-contact. He raises his hand, moving another strand of hair out of my face and behind my ears. His hand moves from my ear down to my cheeks. He cups my cheeks with his hand (the one without the cast), making my lips stick out.

I couldn't tell if I was tired or hallucinating, but his face seemed to be getting closer to my face. My heart begins beating rapidly as he closes his eyes. As much as I wanted him to do it, I couldn't allow him to.

I sigh, shoving his hand away from my face, before pushing his face out of the way and standing up off his bed. I walk to his cupboard, grabbing out a jacket.

"I'll give it back to you later," I say, before opening the door, and slamming it behind me. It hurt too much knowing if I let him go through with what he was about to do, a few days from now, we'd be using this against each other.