𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 ~ 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝓮
y/n = your name
Thoughts of regret and confusion flooded your mind as Cedric stood above you in the dimly lit corridor as the swarm of students passed by, chattering about their own troubles and gossip.
What am I supposed to say?
“Cedric I- I can’t choose,” you admit, stuttering.
He rubs his forehead with his hand in frustration, looking down at you, pain in his eyes.
“I’m done with this bullshit,”
“You need to choose. Me, or Malfoy?”
You look down, ashamed of your inability to make a seemingly simple decision.
“Ceddy, c’mon-” he cuts you off.
“Don’t call me Ceddy,”
He looks into your eyes, as his beautiful silver eyes shine down at you as they fill with tears, yet none of them meeting the surface.
“I’ve had feelings for you since year one Evans,” he clenches his jaw, attempting to keep his emotions hidden, but you could see straight through the shield he put up.
Of course, this wasn’t a surprise. He made it extremely obvious. You just chose to ignore it.
“Listen, Cedric, I can’t choose. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but I feel like it will be either way,”
“You don’t get to play with my emotions, y/n,”
He clenches his sharp jawline, as he breaks eye contact, looking anywhere else but into your eyes. You hurt him. Seeing him hurt, hurt you.
“Cedric, I’m sorry,”
“It’s fine Evans. I guess we’ll just have to go back to how it was before. Friendship,”
But how could you go back to normal after all this? It seemed merely impossible.
“But Ceddy- Cedric,” you correct yourself, “we can’t just go back to normal-” he cuts you off again.
“I know y/n,” he takes a deep breath, looking you deep in the eyes, this time, his eyes were filled with even more pain, “but we have to try. As much as I hate to admit it, I need you in my life,”
You never expected you meant that much to Cedric. You always thought you were his childhood crush he never got over.
You stay silent, unable to compose the words to say, that would make up for your actions.
A sigh escapes Diggorys lips, as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. He looks around at the busy corridor, and without warning, walks off to transfigurations.
You look back at him, wanting to run after him, as another attempt to regain the bond that was now hanging by a thread. You didn’t want to lose him but you couldn’t help but think that whichever decision you make, you could lose him and the friendship you once had.
As soon as you turn around, Cedric is nowhere to be seen as he blended in with the rest of the crowd.
There’s no way I’m going to class to sit beside Cedric.
You decide to head back to your dorm and skip your classes for the rest of the day. As you walk through the crowd of people, you hear mentions of the Yule Ball. You decide to ignore it, as your head is spinning with thoughts.
You continue plowing through the crowd of students, trying to block out the loud noises of the chatter and gossip.
Out of nowhere, you feel a hand grasp tightly onto your shoulder, your throat tightenting. You stop in your tracks as their lips skim your ear and a familiar mint smell catches your attention. It was Malfoy.
Without turning to look, you listen to what he is telling you, as shivers shoot up your spine, feeling the warm breath hit your neck.
“Meet me at the top of the astronomy tower no later than eight tonight. Come alone,"
The familiar warm feeling of your bodies touching is soon gone as he continues to walk down the hall, away from the commotion. You turn around to look for him, but he is well blended in with the rest of the rushed students.
For the rest of the day, you try to rid your head of the thoughts but are unable to as you drown in the pressure of the decision you need to make.
Cedric was an easy and safe choice. But do you want safe? Or do you want danger and risk?
You have always been the one to fantasize over the toxic boys, or boys who are damaged.
You believe Draco must be damaged because nobody is born foul. Everybody was raised differently and with different beliefs. If only you knew what was going on inside that bratty little brain of his, you could have a closer understanding of him.
Maybe you needed to start to open up to him and he would hopefully do the same? Or is he the type of person that you need to force it out of?
Why am I reading so much into this?
He even told me he would never fancy a half-blood like me.
He sure as hell is risky, and knows exactly what he’s doing.
Not to mention the moment you shared with him in potions earlier today. He seemed genuinely sorry and you have never seen him like that.
Do I fancy Draco Lucius Malfoy?
I do, don’t I?
Even though you told yourself you never would, you caught some sort of liking for the ferret boy.
He is hot for Merlin’s sake.
But he’s damaged.
You hope that maybe you can get to know him in more depth and understand him. After all, he does seem like a pretty lonely person, despite his “friends” Pansy, Goyle and Blaise.
You have known him for a long time, to the point where you both understand each other to the fullest. He has always had an interest in you and you know he would be loyal and the “perfect” guy for you.
But he was a safe choice. He was an open book. There is no challenge.
But with Malfoy, there is. And you were always up for a challenge.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door.
“Y/n?” a soft voice calls from outside your dorm.
You quickly sit up from your bed, as Hermione knocks again, louder this time.
You open the door, to see Hermione standing in the doorway. She doesn’t stand there for long. She quickly barges in and paces around the room.
“Where on earth have you been? I had to lie to the teachers about where you were, I had to make sure I got your homework- which is here by the way-” she placed a few pieces of parchment onto your bed, “I had to explain to Cedric where you were-” you cut her off.
“Cedric was wondering where I was?”
She looks at you with a ridiculous look, wondering if your question was rhetorical or not.
“Of course? Why wouldn’t he?”
“Well...” you continue to tell her all the events that had previously happened between you Cedric and Draco.
“Seems like someone’s in an interesting love triangle,”
“Yea, I guess I am,” you plop down onto your bed and look up at Hermione, “what am I gonna do? Ceddy is making me choose,”
“Well that’s a foul thing to do, first of all, second of all, just go with your gut. What does your gut tell you?”
“My gut is telling me Draco but my heart is telling me, Cedric,”
“I personally wouldn’t settle for Malfoy. He’s a bloody git, but love, you do you,”
Hermione was always supportive of whatever your opinions and decisions were.
For the next two hours, you ad Hermione talk about the Yule Ball.
“It’s next week, y/n. Who are you going with?”
“I have no clue Mione,” your face turns pale with terror, “what if both Malfoy and Cedric ask me?”
Hermione’s expression matches yours as you two share silence.
What would you do?
It was quarter to eight as you finish up getting ready to meet with Draco. You decided to wear black leggings, a white cropped tank top, as well as a lime green sweater overtop. You left your hair down and put in some star-shaped earrings.
Walking out of the dorm, you needed to be silent because you were not permitted to be out at this time, especially in the astronomy tower.
Walking up the last few steps to the top, your heart beamed once you saw him. He was standing tall, leaning over the railing, looking over as if he wasn’t afraid to fall. He was wearing an all-black suit, as he does, which accentuated his beautiful blond hair. He had his back to you, so he couldn’t see you gawking at him.
Or so you thought.
“Enjoying the show?” He queries, still not turning around.
You go pale, not expecting him to know you were there.
“You wanted to talk?”
You slowly walk up to him, leaning on the railing beside him. He finally turns his head so your eyes meet. The moonlight reflects his eyes in such a particular way, causing butterflies to form in your stomach.
“I didn’t see you in class today? Where were you?”
He continues to look at the moon, his eyes glistening more than ever. The moonlight hitting his face accentuates his seemingly perfect features.
“I felt sick,” you lie.
“You don’t look sick,”
“So have you heard about the stupid Yule Ball?”
“Yea, what about it?”
“It’s mandatory to go, but I don’t feel the need to,” he grips the railing with his hands, the metal of his rings hitting the metal of the railing, creating a clinking sound causing you to turn your head.
You turn your head to look and catch his eyes on you, eyeing you, up and down. You turn your head quickly away, pretending to not see.
“You look...nice,” he sneers, trying to be kind.
Is Malfoy being kind?
“Not too bad yourself,” you reply, as you feel your cheeks warming up, “but I do wonder, why must you always dress so fancy? Don’t you ever get uncomfortable?”
“Why should it matter? I just like dressing like this,”
You never understood why he always dressed to impress, but you had no complaints since he always looked amazing.
“Anyways, regarding the Yule Ball, has anyone asked you yet?”
“No, who would ask me?”
He quickly turns his head back to you, looking confused.
“I’m sure there are multiple guys who would want to take you. Besides, I know Diggory would,” he cringes out of disgust.
Were there really?
“Why does it matter?” you query.
“Because I’m taking you,”
“And what if I don’t want to go with you,” you joke, trying to push buttons.
You didn’t think this one little remark would affect him as much as it did.
He immediately pushed himself off the railings and shifted so his body was in front of yours, as he looked down at you, offended.
“Who wouldn’t want to go with me?” he questions out of pride.
You scoff in his face, taken aback by his confidence. He places his finger under your chin, lifting it so you’re looking directly into his mesmerizing eyes.
“You’re going with me, and that’s final,”
“And what if I say no?”
You now wish you hadn’t said that.
He clenches his jaw, taking heavy breaths out of frustration, trying to hold back what he was about to do next, but he couldn’t control himself.
He wraps his fingers around your neck, pulling you closer to his face, so they were less than an inch apart. You struggle to take in large breaths, as he speaks steadily and quietly.
“You. Are. Going. To. The. Yule. Ball. With. Me.”
He then lets go of your neck, still standing in front of you. The sexual tension starts to increase as he licks his lips looking you up and down. He then gives you a small smirk. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to pin you against the wall and make you scream.
You then grab ahold of his tie, pulling him up to your face, your lips almost grazing over his.
“Make me,” you whisper.
He’s taken aback by your confidence and assertiveness, as he bites his bottom lips, attempting to hold back from kissing you. He can’t. The tension was too strong.
He dives in, kissing you harder than ever before, as you let go of his tie, wrapping your arms around his neck as he grasps your waist, pulling you closer to him, your bodies touching.
He begins to slide his hands down your back, past your lower back, past your ass, and onto your thighs. He comes up for air for a second just to say “jump,”
You jump as you wrap your legs around him, his hands supporting you from your thighs. You continue to kiss, pecks soon becoming long, wet kisses, as your tongues dance. You feel yourself being back up to a wall, where he continues to kiss you, but starts moving down to your cheek, then jawline, then neck. He starts to kiss your neck, as you let out a slight moan in pleasure.
You quickly slap your mouth with your hand, muffling the quiet moans that are escaping your lips. He lifts one of his hands and rips your hand from your mouth.
“Let it all out, princess,”
He then places you back onto the floor, moving down to your breasts. He pulls down your shirt, exposing your bra, where your breasts sat cozily. The cool wind met with your warm skin, making you shiver.
He begins to lightly suckle on your skin, but gets rougher as he goes, leaving hickeys. You pant from the pleasure, unable to regain your normal breathing pattern. He once again smashes his wet lips onto yours, pulling your bottom lip away from your face, causing you to wince from the pain. But it felt good. It was hot.
He pulls out, allowing you two to take a short break to take a few breaths. You look into his eyes which were filled with desire. But behind the desire was pain.
What is he hiding?
All you could hear were the heavy breaths from the two of you as you looked into each other’s eyes, wanting more.
His eyes were beautiful. An in the moonlight, even more so. They were filled with so many emotions. Emotions you cannot wait to discover and feel.
The comforting silence is broken by a loud shriek coming from behind Draco.
“What are you two doing up here?”
It was Filch.
He was holding his lantern, slouched over, as Ms. Norris was by his side.
You pull your shirt back up, looking into Malfoy’s eyes as he grins, grabbing your wrist, leading you past Filch and down the stairs, running away.
You had no idea where you were going, but you didn’t care. It was with Malfoy. You knew it was going to be fun.
Running down the stairs, you were giggling out of excitement. You reach the bottom of the stairs and ran down the corridor, your hair flowing in the wind. Malfoy turns for a second to see if Filch was behind you. His eyes met, yours and he grinned wide seeing your happy and excited expression.
His smile is so hot.
Once you finally reach the common room, he pulls you in the room, making sure nobody was behind you. You pant and walk over to the couch, sitting down to take a breath. Malfoy joins you, sitting down next to you.
You both look at each other and laugh.
“Bloody hell, that was a close call,” you sigh.
Draco lifts up his arm, draping it over your shoulders, as you scoot closer. His touch was warming. You felt safe.
Sitting on the couch for hours, just enjoying each other’s company, you rest your head on his, as your eyes start to droop.
Bloody hell I’m tired.
Draco turns his head to see you yawning, so he grabs a pillow from the couch and places it on his lap, gesturing you lie down.
You were tired you barely realize what’s going on, so you just listen and place your head on the pillow that was resting on his lap.
He gently grabs your hand, as he starts rubbing his thumb on yours, up and down, causing you to drift off into a deep slumber.
This is nice.