𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧

Nervously, Y/n answered the door. There stood Draco, who flinched when she pulled the door open. He just stared in some sort of shock for a few seconds. Y/n frowned as she waited for him to speak, but he just stood there with wide eyes, like a creepy statue.

"What is it?" She asked impatiently. He snapped out of his little daydream.

"Er..er you left your robe in potions so..here."

He handed her robe back to her. They accidentally brushed hands, which made him flinch hard and jerk his hand back, silently scalding himself for letting her get in his head.

"Well...thankyou Draco" She smiled.

"How do you know my name?" He asked. Y/n threw her head back and gave a loud laugh.

"You certainly don't go unnoticed in this place Malfoy" She smirked. Draco shrugged, trying to hide his emotions and turned on his heel.

"Wait!"

He stopped walking but didn't turn back around.

"How did you know it was mine?"

Shit-

"I.. I picked it up and was going to give it to you earlier but I...forgot." He realised he was rambling so he turned around to see if she was still there.

"Awh, you care for me" She teased and placed her hand on her heart and did a pouty face to tease him more.

"Hardly a marriage proposal Bloodstone get over it" The blonde spat coldly. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

Y/n slammed the door and had her robe clenched in her fist. She walked over to her dresser and placed it on the chair. It smelt, different.

Mint and aftershave.

She thought Draco was so cold and arrogant. But why would he carry around her robe all day if he didn't care?

I'm overthinking this.

But fuck, he's gorgeous.

Especially when he cared.