|Yes,Draco | 18+

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"He What?!?" Hermoine boomed through the classroom. Myah chuckled nervously as she looked around the class hoping Draco wasn't in yet.

"I don't know ..it ..just happened? And besides, after he realized what he'd done he looked at me like I was the foulest creature ever." Myah explained. Hermoine was disgusted. She was disgusted at Draco Malfoy for putting his filthy lips on her best friend.

"Well still it's not ok" Hermoine replied. Hermoine watched a sour look plaster on Myah's face. She followed the shorter girl's gaze and it laid in the hands of Draco Malfoy.

Draco stopped in his tracks and eyed her with a more displeased look. Almost like remnants of what happened yesterday were stuck in his head as well.

Myah looked to Hermoine in woe but she only returned a soft pat to the back of her distraught friend.

"I'm right here in the front with Ron and Harry. Whistle if you need anything." Myah nodded.

Quickly she made her way down the aisle of the classroom to place herself in the seat she shared with Mr.Malfoy.

He was already there, sitting like he was almost waiting for her.

She felt reluctant to sit in her chair but quickly took the chance and finally sat. She almost regretted it when she felt Draco's eyes on her but she kept looking straight.

She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, maybe hoping it was Draco but when she glanced to see who it was, her hope dispersed.

It was Harry. He looked almost like he was In a gleeful mood, he had his signature smile plastered on his face.

"Hey...Are you okay?" He asked keeping his eyes on Malfoy. Myah shook her head quickly and flashing a reassuring smile. Harry took a while to look into Myah's eyes and hopefully read his friend's expression.

"Are you sure? You know I'm -"

"Harry... I promise. I'm a big girl. I got this."Myah assured him. She connected their hands and squeezed his.

Harry smiled brighter and squeezed her hand back before going to his seat.

Draco noticed this from his rearview. He saw Myahs hand take ahold of Potter's and squeeze. He simply rolled his eyes and tried not to think about it much. Of course, he didn't want to admit that he didn't like it. Never in a day would he have thought that he'd be jealous of Potter.

Sadly, today was that day for him. When he saw the chosen one's hands touch Myah, a spark in him went off.

No, he didn't have feelings for the girl, of course not he thought. He didn't have time to deal with foolish girl feelings and romances.

Especially after this summer and finding out how much of a nuisance Myah was, he did not have time for her.

With Draco, it was strictly business and only business.

Although a thought in his mind couldn't help but wander towards the way he felt when his slender fingers wrapped around Myahs neck again and how he left her defenseless.

He missed the electricity he felt when they pressed against each other.

He almost cherished the feeling of how tight her arms clang on to his body when he ran his tongue down the crook of her neck.

He glanced over to his seatmate who had her eyes fixed on the professor as he taught. She had her head leaned in on her hand. Her hair was pushed to the side, showing her visible neck with a vein pulsing.

Draco had the sudden urge to reach out and grab her by the throat and pin her down on the table and get in her face...he loved the way her body felt when she trembled when taken by surprise.

But then he started to notice the little things. Like the tiny moles on her jaw, how they lined up in two. Or her pretty little eyelashes and how they fluttered gracefully.

Or the way she looked when she rambled on about her favorite things, talking with her hands and giggling.

She took her free hand and wiped at her nose in a cute way that made Draco wanna chuckle but he held it in.

For a second, Draco felt as though he wanted to ...protect her in a way. Draco had given it much thought the night of the library incident and found himself still growing fond of Zabini.

Never did he think of her in that way. He usually found her annoying at times and a smart mouth but only tolerated her because of Blaise. Not until recently that he thought about it. But he refused to form some silly little fancy on a girl.

He quickly went back to facing the front of the room and shoved the thought to the back of his mind.

He felt at his wrist where his mark laid and took a deep sigh in. As he continued to remember what his purpose was.

He continued to remind himself repeatedly in his head over and over and over:" I don't have time "