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Draco Malfoy
Tags: flirty banter • teasing touches • fluff-ish vibes • angst-ish undertones • slow burn tension • stolen glances • emotional whiplash • soft moments between storms • vulnerability behind the smirks • love in the cracks • laughter masking longing
I wasn’t looking for him—I genuinely wasn’t. But of course, when you least want the tension, that’s when Draco Malfoy appears.
The library was dim, only a few lanterns still burning, casting long shadows between the shelves. I’d snuck in for one last glance at my Potions notes, hoping for silence. Instead, I got him.
Draco stood at the far end of the aisle, arms crossed, one brow raised like he was the final test I hadn’t studied for.
“Stalking the textbooks again?” he asked, voice like silk with a smirk sharp enough to slice parchment.
“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” I replied, not bothering to look up. “You live here.”
He stepped closer, the faintest echo of his shoes against the stone floor sending sparks through my spine.
“Not stalking, then,” he said, stopping beside me. “Just trying to beat me on tomorrow’s test?”
“Or maybe I enjoy not failing,” I muttered, flipping a page.
His fingers grazed the edge of the book—casual, but deliberate.
“You always do that,” he said quietly.
“Do what?”
“Act like you’re not thinking about me when you are.”
That made me pause. The page sat still beneath my hand, the words suddenly irrelevant.
I turned to face him. His expression wasn’t smug now—just careful, like he’d revealed a card he wasn’t sure I’d play along with.
“Who says I think about you?” I asked, just above a whisper.
Draco leaned in, his breath warm with cinnamon and ink and whatever spell made him smell like winter.
His gaze locked on mine, not teasing now—almost serious. Almost.
“I do,” he repeated, voice softer this time. “I see it every time we argue in class and you pretend it’s not fun. Every time you walk past me and don’t look back.”
I scoffed lightly, but it came out shaky. “Well, maybe I’m just a fantastic actress.”
He leaned in, just enough that I could feel his breath ghost over my cheek. “Then I must be brilliant, because I’ve memorized every scene.”
Something dangerous danced in his eyes. Not cruel. Not arrogant. Just… real.
“I bet your dramatics are why Slughorn gives you extra credit,” I muttered, lips twitching.
Draco’s smirk returned, but it didn’t have its usual bite. “Careful, Y/N,” he murmured. “If you keep flirting like that, I might get the wrong idea.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
The silence between us was loud, humming with unsaid things and unspoken possibilities.
I could feel it—some line neither of you should cross, hanging by a thread. And still, my heart whispered: jump.