Just Friends ; Draco Malfoy

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"fucking paris"

"You kissed me?" Draco shuffled away from me in an uncomfortable way, making his way to the bed we'd been standing in front of.

"You asked me too," he shrugged, speaking just above a whisper as he watched my lip catch my teeth. "I told you to stop doing that." he then grabbed my arm, pulling the soft flesh from my teeth with his left hand. His gaze went soft, till his eyes shifted. "I have to go." And then he was gone. Did that really just happen?

-

"Mother it's nearly Thanksgiving, wh-" She huffed.

"Hush," she turned. "We've been invited to the annual pure blood ball and we shall attend." I sighed, beginning to stomp away until she grabbed my arm. "You will not embarrass me nor your father," she then grabbed my chin with her hand, the feeling causing me to nearly wince as she was never gentle with me. "Understand?" I just nodded, wanting to be done with the conversation.

"Fucking Paris?" I couldn't help but chuckle hearing Draco's words as I walked up the stairs, my small laughs clearly pulling his attention away from his mother. "Piss off, you slag." He then scoffed, slamming the door to his bedroom. I just rolled my eyes, before making my way to my own room. I could never win.

-

"I assume that you've packed everything?" My father spoke with a small smirk on his face, Draco shifting uncomfortably next to him. I sighed.

"Yes, father. Let's go." I walked with my head held low, biting down on my lip as I dug my nails into my palms till a certain blonde pulled my digging hands away from me.

"Don't do that." I nodded slightly embarrassed, knowing he knew what the habit had lead me to the last time. The memorizes burned me deeply to remember, as I felt my knees begin to give out. Each one hit me like a flame, some harder than a bullet. Draco was quick to notice, sticking his arms around my waist and steadying me. "Be strong, Bethy." We continued to walk, Draco pushing messy hairs behind my ears. "For me?" I didn't reply, just shaking my head while swallowing the thickness in my throat.

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The plane ride was a bore, although the hotel was quite lavish. I admired everything as we walked down the fancy corridors, crystal chandeliers hanging anywhere that seemed a bit bare, and marble floors shining ever so fare. "Beautiful," Draco's words caught me off guard, so much that I couldn't help my heart from fluttering. I didn't hide it well since he smirked seconds later. "Not you, the hotel. Come along, darling." Unlike most of the nicknames he gave me this one gave me and odd feeling, as I felt butterflies... everywhere.

"Room 323 and 324." My mother rolled her eyes, sharing a look with my father before she looked me up and down in disgust.

"You'll be sharing with, Draco... we've decided to get you two your own suite since you'll be- well, married." I couldn't help but let a faint smile fall across my lips, before I quickly fixed my posture ignoring the small excitement I'd not only shown but felt deep down.

"Splendid." I sent he a mean glare then snatched my key, strutting over to the elevator where Draco had already been waiting for me.

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"There's no fan in the toilet?" Draco plopped down on the bed, as I continued putting away my clothes.

"We'll just higher the volume on the tele." He turned over, looking at me with pure lust from his laying position. His eyes wandered me shamelessly, mine going dull.

"Why do you do that?" I shot him a look of confusion, not sure of what he was referring to. "You get all antsy when I look at you," I gulped, watching as he stood up. "The way your eyes go blank..." I avoided his eye contact, as I started backing towards the wall. "You avoid any physical contact with me," my fingers hit the wall, my acrylics tapping it anxiously, finally giving him the pleasure of looking into his eyes. "..and the way your posture runs... flat."

I quickly composed myself with his last comment, making sure my posture was straighter than a board as I stood up. "Oh, fuck off. You're so full of yourself." I then pushed past him, only to be pulled back.

"You're such a coward," he smirked, but I just furrowed my brows. watching as he pressed his lips tightly together. "I know you feel something for me." My eyes just about popped out of my head, my lips doing nothing more than parting ways.

"You're truly mad if you think that." I shook my head, but he continued to follow me as I headed for the door.

"I'll get you to say it, Young." I opened the door, but he slammed it shut.

"You are my bestfriend, Malfoy! Enough!" He grinned as I rose my voice, probably excited that he'd successfully gaslighted me enough to yell. Fucking git.

"Fuck, if it's the last thing that I do," he looked down, a small smile filling his lips. "Then i'll do it" I just shook my head.

"Goodbye... Lucius." I grinned.

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A/n
la la la less than a week till the fat guy comes😻😻 what'd you ask for? also yes ik that ppl in the uk don't cele thanksgiving😭