Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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I walked into the Gryffindor common room to see Hermione, Ron, and Harry sitting on the couches in the middle.

"Hi Mione," I try to smile. Draco's comment kept running through my head. He knows I care.

"Hi y/n." Said Harry and Ron in unison while Hermione offered her some tea they were drinking.

"Thank you." I sink into the couches and throw my legs over Harry. "So Hermione how drunk did you get last night? I already know Harry was was completely slammed."

"Very. I remember the beginning and then waking up at 4am in Ron's dorm, with Ron wearing my shirt?" She said looking to the side with wide eyes while Harry and I wiggled our eyebrows at each other.

Ron turned to her, "Hermione, no! I'm never gonna hear the end of this."

We all laughed with Ron pouting. After 3 hours of talking and playing mindless games I realized I told Blaise 2 nights ago I would help him with an essay.

"As much as I don't wanna leave you guys now, I promised Blaise I would help him with an essay." They all turn to pout to me.

"What it's Saturday. Whats the fun of homework on Saturday." Harry said rubbing my leg.

"There is no fun, but it's only 7. I'll come back up later, ok?"

Hermione nodded and Ron and Harry rolled their eyes at the same time.

I get to the common room and walk to Blaise's room. Draco is writing on the chair by the fire, but I don't say hi, I don't even make eye contact.

I knock on his door.

"Hi, come in," Blaise gestures, "Give me a second I got to get my books."

I flop on the bed and open my book reading to study.

Draco pov:

She didn't even look at me.

Blaise opened the door and I hear him close it. He seriously blew me off to study with her.

I guess he was right; I have better things to do. Not necessarily better, but I don't have a choice.

They need this cabinet fixed and I have barely done anything because this bloody mud blood is distracting me.

Y/n, oh my god.

She's in Blaise's room alone. Anger flushed over me. 'Studying' I've heard that before. I've used that excuse before.

I know Blaise fancies her. The way he looks at her still, even knowing I told him to back off. I don't want anyone to look at her.

I swallowed and began writing, 'She doesn't deserve me; she's a dirty mud blood. She's lucky she consumes my thoughts like this. She should be grateful.'

I put down my quill and I looked up at the detailed ceiling, filled with sculpted snakes and leaves, and knowingly admit, I don't deserve her, her innocence, her smile.

No one does.

I wonder what they are doing. Blaise better not fucking touch her.

finding myself staring at the door; I quietly walk towards it, straining for any sounds that could make my blood boil.

I don't hear anything except her laugh. I close my eyes and tell my self not to barge in.

It doesn't work of course.

Y/n pov:

The door opened fast, scaring me off the bed.

I land on the floor with a thud with my hair over my face.