𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 ~ ᴅ.ᴍ

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y/n = your name

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*Evans*

You walk into the great hall and see Pansy basically sitting on Draco’s lap, like every year. Bloody hell she can never keep her fucking hands off of him. It’s disgusting.

You get seated, opposite of Draco and Pansy, and silently eat trying to make it look like you have no interest in what they’re doing. You can’t help but feel bothered by how touchy she is. You try not to make eye contact with them as supper is about to finish.

You slam your hand on the table.

“Bloody hell Pansy keep your fucking hands to yourself for once. Nobody wants to see that shit while we’re trying to eat," You exclaim.

She shoots a dirty look at you, scooting uncomfortably in her seat as if she thought nobody could see what she was doing.

Here we go.

“What the fuck are you gonna do about it, Evans?" She spat your name in an offending way.

You sigh, not having the energy to put up a fight with her.

“Just get a room for Merlin’s sake,” you reply weakly as she smirks over to Draco, who shows zero interest in her, but more interest in what you’re lips are doing, as you graze them with your teeth, looking down at your plate.

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Walking down the hallway, you look over to the torches hanging off the pillars of the castle. Even though they were supposed to keep you warm, they never did. You were always cold walking down the hallways as the wind wriggled through every little crack and crevice it could, screaming as it did.

Admiring the architectural beauty of the building, you start walking to your dorm but feel a cold, large hand touch your shoulder, grabbing you aggressively as it did. You don’t know who it is but you feel his hand move down your arm, gentle and soft fingertips sending shivers down your spine.

You feel his large fingers grasp your wrist as he jerks you to the side, slamming you against the wall. Your expression turns confused and shocked as you realize who it was.

Malfoy.

“Draco I-” you get interrupted by his finger pressing against your lips, as he runs it down, parting your bottom lip from your top.

What the fuck?

He looks at your lips hungrily and then looks back up to your eyes with a smirk. You stare back at him, studying his every move, not being able to process the moment you two are sharing.

“Evans listen...” you stare into his glistening grey eyes and admire his facial features as he puts a hand on ur cheek and the other on the wall to your left, keep you from moving away.

You then see him turn his head quickly, looking at Pansy running down the hall as she looks from room to room as if she was looking for something. She stops suddenly, looks at you and Draco as he looks back over to you and moves in closer so your faces are less than an inch apart, butterflies in your stomach.

His eyes stare into your soul as if they were burning right through you. He licks his lips and bites his bottom, plump lip. Looking you up and down, examining your figure.

Soon Pansy’s smile turns to a frown and she runs away, wailing painfully. Malfoy sighs a sigh of relief and pushes himself off the wall, fixing himself. You gather your thoughts, fluttering your eyes, not being able to comprehend what had just happened. Why was he being a tease?

“You were going to say?” You query, getting up from the wall.

“Oh right,” He sighs, “Pansy was being an annoying brat and wouldn’t get the fuck away from me, so I borrowed you.”

“Oh,” you say, lowly.

“What you actually thought I was interested in a blood traitor like you?” he asks, walking away, not giving you a chance to scoff, nevermind think of a snarky comeback to say.

You stand beside the wall, speechless of what just happened. What in Merlin’s beard is Malfoy playing at?