Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

i almost dont care

         My head is killing me. I feel terrible.

I get up to shower. My bare feet cold on the floor, I walk to get clothes for today. My dress from last night tossed on the ground, but I really could care less anymore.

I don't even remember getting to my room, after he left I blanked. All I remember was the intense feeling of needing him, needing to be closer, and then he left.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. You can tell I didn't wash my face last night by the mascara around my eyes. My hair messy, not in pretty ringlets anymore, but just in a frizzy mess.

The hot water runs down my back, warming me up.

I bit my lip trying to remember what happened last night.

I remember Draco flirting with every possible girl there. Harry and I had danced, I drank, and we danced more.

Then Draco found me after I lost Harry, and took me back.

I didn't drink as much as he thought I did, I remember. I was drunk, but not black out.

Not like Hermione, I smile. I quickly got out of the shower, grabbed a book, and headed to find her.

~~~~~~

The Gryffindor common room is almost empty, thankfully not messy, thanks to cleaning spells. It looked like no one was even here.

As I head to Hermione's room, I pass three fifth years giggling.

The one with dark hair says, "I know! He might be a brat, to literally everyone, but let me tell you," she giggles again and whispers, "His dick, is huge."

I cringe, gross. I don't need to hear about these girls sex lives.

The blonde whispers back, "Imagine if Draco Malfoy and you actually dated," I stopped in my tracks. Did she just say Draco, "A Gryffindor and Slytherin, would be game changing."

After he left me, did he go straight to a fifth year?

I can't, I'm just like them. Basically dreaming about what if The Draco Malfoy isn't just a school bully.

I keep walking to Hermione and try not to think about how gross that is. He went to and from so many girls and still had me begging for him. Then to add him going to sleep with someone right after.

Despicable, as he would call it.

I quietly open her door to see her, and Ginny still asleep.

I laugh and sit on Mione's bed.

"Good morning sleepy head."

She only groaned in return. I smoothed her hair, grabbed two bottle of waters and put them next to each bedside.

~~~~~~~~

Its a cloudy Saturday, I find a spot by the water underneath trees.

The wind keeps catching my hair, but I'm not too cold. It's 1, but not many people are outside. I realize all houses were at the party.

Wait.

How much fire whiskey supply does Fred and George have? Almost everyone last night was drunk.

Actually I'm not going to ask, they always have their ways.

After reading for an hour I close my book, and lean against a tree.

I observe the trees, clouds, and lake. This is my happy place, Hogwarts. Even if I'm not always happy here, and I don't feel the safest.. It's my home.

I close my eyes and absorb it all. The cold chill on my bare skin. My hair blowing around. The sound of the tree's leaves blowing around.

I almost fall asleep, until I hear the crackle of leave breaking. I lift my head and turn to the sound.

Draco's pov:

She see's me.

God I probably look like a stalker. She doesn't smile at me, she only turns back and opens her book.

"Are you going to keep watching me Malfoy?" Her voice scares me, so calm, acting like I don't faze her.

"I wasn't watching you, you're the one who took my reading spot." That was partially true. I was watching her, but she also took my spot.

"Oh so this your chair also?" She laughs sarcastically.

It reminds me from the first couple days back at hogwarts, when she was sitting by the fire. She looked so peaceful. It made me mad for some reason.

The whole day was spent watching Blaise, and other guys stare at her, almost mesmerized.

It angered me that they were looking at her like that, like they were hungry, that is.

I never really noticed guys looking at her like that in past years, but truthfully they always have. Even with being a mudblood and a Slytherin, an absolute bloody thing reject, she drew them in.

"Yes, it's my spot." I sit leaning on a tree not to far from hers.

She took a hair tie from her wrist and some of her hair in a loose low pony, barely stopping the wind from blowing it around her face.

She closes her book and turns to me, "I wasn't that drunk last night, you know."

"I doubt that, I basically had to carry you back to the dorms."

Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and she tugs on the sleeve of her blouse, "Thank you for that by the way."

"I couldn't let some creep take advantage of you," I just had to get her out, the way Potter was look at her. I wouldn't want him trying to kiss her, or her kissing back.

"So," she adds. Her voice is back to the calm state, no emotions, "What did you do when you got back to the party."

Fuck.

"Not that its any of your business, but drank more, sorta."

"Sorta? Or were you fucking some fifth year because you can't feel any normal human emotions without freaking out."

Fuck.

"I didn't fuck her. Shes a Gryffindor."

"What ever you guys did,I don't care anyways." She looks down, not meeting my eyes.

"Really? Doesn't affect you at all?" I knew I was being a dick, but alike her, I almost didn't care.

"Nope," her voice almost a whisper.

I roll my eyes, "Good, now if you could excuse me. I want my spot."

She gets up without a word and walks down the path back inside.

What am I getting myself into.

______________
1104 words (considering sending this to English teacher so she knows I can write things that are more than 150 words when the topic isn't boring)

Do you think she'll consider letting us write smut?

Next chapter is gonna be gooooooodddd (I hope) 😛

Not too much happened in this chapter because it was mostly just a filler to show how Draco doesn't really understand how he is feeling about y/n