#rom weasley

"F-Fudge come on, y/n!" Ron tumbled a bit as he directed you to the door. You shot one piercing glare at Draco, to find him staring back at you with an expression you couldn't get yourself to read.

"Two."

You managed to give him a disgusted look as Ron pulled you away from your place and you both sprinted out the door.

"Merlin, I'm going to kill Malfoy! We missed an important class because of that foul little pigeon and Snape said the syllabus from today would be on tomorrow's test!" Ron complained with his red eyebrows pulled so close together and his ears flared in anger.

"Ron, you have got to stop calling back at Malfoy. You know he won't stop and it's a waste of all of our time. And look where it got us." You sagged your shoulders as you both plopped onto the couch in your common room. It was empty except for a few pets, as everyone were obviously in their classes.

"Whatever." Ron turned his head to a pile of books by the coffee table to the right. "psst!" He called, and Crookshanks emerged within seconds from behind the pile and strutted towards you two. It still amazed you how the boy who always repulsed Hermione's cat was now gently petting it as he pondered. "Think about tomorrow's test, y/n! We have got to get notes from somebody of the parts we missed."

"Well, I'm sure Hermione could give us her notes." You suggested.

"Uh, yeah, Y/N, let's ask the girl who writes five paragraphs about each ingredient for her notes right before an exam, why don't we?" replied Ron. You scoffed at his sarcastic tone but also nodded because it was true. You would never be able to read the whole recipe to the potion they were making in class if you took Hermione's notes.

"Harry? Oh, wait. I forgot he doesn't even make notes anymore. What is in that textbook of his anyway?" You wondered out loud.

Ron simply shrugged. "Dunno. The others are hopeless too. They all suck at potions. We're gonna fail, y/n! FAIL!" he cried.

"Jeez, calm down Ronald, I won't let us fail ofcourse! I will come up with a plan, I always do." You pull your head up slightly as a proud little smile dances on your face. "I will head out and brainstorm. Meanwhile, when you see Hermione just ask her to BRIEFLY explain to you about the potion so we atleast know the theory."

Ron rolls his eyes but soon nods in agreement. "Countin' on you, y/n. Don't disappoint me if you want that Chaser position this year."

You got up as you said, "Oh, I think I would be able to make it without your highness' generous recommendation, thank you very much!" You smiled sarcastically as you hopped out the portrait hole, knowing of the little pout that Ron was wearing behind you.

As you head out your common room and reach the corridors leading you to the classrooms, the chill of the evening begins to settle in. Potions was your last class that day and in just a few minutes everyone from your class would be out. You tuck your palms into your robes, and immediately regret not having your scarf or any gloves.

You nonchalantly head out to the courtyard, replaying your unfortunate banish from Snape and secretly cursing him for obviously showing favouritism for Draco, just because he was in Slytherin. Draco had lead you and your friends into trouble multiple times, yet he never fully interacted with you beyond that. And that's when you remembered his face while you were leaving the potions class. It's the same expression he carried whenever he looked at you lately, as apart from his regular icy blue glares he gave whenever he made a snide remark at Harry or Ron. You wished you could understand what he always seemed to tell you through those mysterious eyes of his.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard shuffling from a bunch of students, indicating that most classes for the day had been dismissed. You couldn't see Harry or Hermione, and assumed they headed to the common room to study for the test the next day. A bunch of Hufflepuffs in your year emerged into the courtyard, straight from class, and headed to their usual spaces beneath the pear trees to the far edge. You watched as a group of Slytherins came after and flopped onto the benches, significantly occupying the space that was deserted just 2 minutes ago. You sat at the stone edge of the stairs, facing away, to see if you could find anyone you knew who could help you out with your exam the next day.

You hear a repulsive laughter from what seemed like two boys and a much too familiar snicker from another. And then it hit you. Draco Malfoy, the one because of whom you were in this situation in the first place, was also one of the best students at potions. So if anyone should be helping you, it was him.

Turning around, you face the boys with a forced smile. When they see you, they stop in their tracks. Draco signals the other two to go on ahead and that he'd catch up soon.

"Y/L/N! Fancy seeing you here. Those were some peaceful two hours without you and Weasley in class." Draco approaches, playfully crossing his arms and grinning at you.

"Missed me Malfoy?" You didn't know why you said that. A faint glint of red creeped up along your spine as Draco let out a tiny scoff. But before he could say anything you quickly added to hide your awkward remark. "Besides, it's your fault. If you stopped being a child for five seconds, I wouldn't be missing the most important class of the term." you scrunched your nose slightly in annoyance.

"A child? I was just trying to bring in some fun. Your life would be so boring without me, love." The growing warmth in your face did not help. You were trying to reprimand him and here you were, the closest you've ever been to him, let alone have a one on one conversation with, and somehow words just seem to fail you. You bit your tongue at his nickname for you and began again.

"You know it was unfair of Snape to not have you leave with us!"

"Perhaps- well, when it happens next time, I'll make sure to follow you, Y/L/N." Malfoy bent over slightly to shoot his eyes straight into yours and his voice dimmed down a bit from its usual loud and flamboyant demeanor. You swore you could feel your stomach do a flip.

"W-when? There's no question of this happening again. I am better off being as far away from you while being in the same class as humanly possible."

Draco didn't seem to get the taunt, as his smile falted and he straightened himself up. You waited for him to say something but instead he was just studying you, standing there, his palms now in the pockets of his trousers.

"Uh-anyway, I think it's your responsibility now to catch me up to the material that I've missed on. You know, for the test tomorrow. I don't want to fail because of you."

And once again, his signature smirk appeared. "I'm not earnest like that, what's in it for me?"

You let out a scoff in disbelief, slightly smiling. What could you possibly give Draco Malfoy that he didn't already have? "I can do your charms essay if you want," you said sheepishly, regretting it immediately.

"Hmm. Too bad, I finished it already. Alright, how about this. I help you study for your potions test tomorrow and you will have to agree do one thing for me, no questions asked." His playful eyebrows made you think of all the worst things he could make you do. But something inside you was feeling rebellious enough to get into a shady deal with Draco Malfoy. You must be really desperate to pass potions, you thought.

"Fine. But I'm not doing any weird things. The moment I think you're being ridiculous, I am calling the deal off." you crossed your arms, expecting him to say that it wouldn't work that way. Instead, he just smiles.

"Sure. Shake on it?"

Your hand reached his without thinking. You felt like you were holding literal ice while you felt embarrassed by the noticeable shiver that made you clench your jaw at the contact.

"See you in the classroom at 1630," he said, like how your grandma would remind you of dinner. You smiled slightly and rolled your eyes.

"See you, Malfoy." He gave you one last smirk as he retreated and hurried down the stairs. You watched as his platinum blonde hair distinctly stood out among the sea of students. Wait, did the entire school always come to the courtyard after classes today?

At exactly 4:35pm, you found yourself slightly sprinting towards the potions classroom, your backpack clinging to your shoulder while you attempted to tie your hair up. You were late, you were at the Gryffindor tower while the potions classroom was almost at the dungeons, near the Slytherin common room. You assumed that Draco made his arrangements with professor Snape to borrow the class for that day, and seeing as he was his favourite student, he would've instantly agreed.

You did go to Ron to ask if he would come. Hermione was sitting beside him with her gigantic notebook in front, causing Ron to wear a rather troubled expression. But hearing that Malfoy was the one teaching, he refused straight away. "Are you mad, Y/N? I would rather fail than learn from Malfoy!", he had said. "Fine, but I would rather not. I will learn what I can and share with you, although I bet those notes are enough to get you through N.E.W.Ts, too". You grinned playfully as Hermione side-eyed you.

After getting down what seemed like a million flights of stairs, you finally reached.

"You're late." he said, hardly peering up from his cauldron. His shirt and tie hung loose and his hair was sharp little blades of ice that fell to his face. Your breath caught in your throat, but then you just practically ran from your common room so you thought that could be it.

"I- yes, sorry, dosed off for a bit." you admitted.

Draco looked up at you with a brazen smile, while he held up porcupine quills in his arms. He was already gathering ingredients for your session.

"So, I remember briefly what it was about, draught of living death, right?"

"Close. Elixir to Induce Euphoria," he said, unfazed.

"Wha- that's not even close!" you felt a little stupid. You actually weren't as bad. In all other subjects, you got pretty good grades and you hoped to even gain enough grades in your 7th year to qualify for the Auror exam.

Draco laughed lightly. Normally, he would jump at the opportunity to mock you whenever you said something stupid. Why was he not throwing insults at you?

"Draught of Living Death was taught last month. That, too, shall be there on the test tomorrow." he said as he extracted a few sopophorous beans from their pod.

You dragged yourself to the seat next to him and dropped over it, your shoulders sinking. "Well, then, looks like it won't be your fault if I don't pass tomorrow." you said begrudgingly with a tiny pout. There was no hope for you.

"Hey, I had to cancel on Quidditch practice to be here tutoring you. Do you think I would do that if I believed you couldn't catch on?" he raised his silver eyebrows at you, his lips parted in a slight smile.

You didn't know what it was, but watching Draco say that he believed in you had your chest pull up in a surge of confidence. An involuntary smile plastered on your face, as your cheeks tinted pink. "Thanks," you muttered and stood up to produce your parchment and quill to note down the history of the potion and the list of ingredients that Draco started lecturing you about.

Despite your differences over the years, Draco was a natural. You could see why he was so good at potions, he literally made you feel like a master yourself just by giving you all that information. His voice was no longer playful or sneering; it was bold, unruffled, and calming. Anyone could pay attention to it.

At the end of the session, you had two incredibly advanced and utterly beautiful potions wobbling in two small cauldrons in front of you. Your face was nothing but a huge grin, a smile as bright as the sunshine elixir itself. You couldn't stop staring at what you cooked, smiling brightly as you alternated between looking at your notes and your bubbling cauldrons.

"In my six years of taking this class, I had never had my potions looking this good!", you breathed through your smile that only seemed to widen. You looked at your tutor, and found him already looking at you, as he mimicked your sweaty brows and a satisfied smile. "Thanks, Draco!" you said as your eyes softened into his. His smile grew wider.

"Oh are we on first-name basis now?" he said cockily. "In that case, you're welcome, Y/N."

A gush of warmth seeped up your face and rounded your eyes. Your mouth twitched slightly upon hearing your name on his lips and your eyes fell down to your palms. You didn't want to admit it but you enjoyed the sound of your name in his voice quite a lot.

Your eyes searched back up for his and a comfortable silence encircled you two. This was so not natural. Was he always this charming? You were basically his arch rival for six whole years. How did that wash off?

You both started cleaning up and setting the ingredients back in their places. Draco doesn't say a word, so you begin. "Good luck with the exam tomorrow." You smiled a bit. He looked at you when you added, "though, you won't need any luck. You're bloody brilliant at this!"

"Complimenting me now? You better not start crushing on me, Y/N!" he smirked. Ah, there he was. Back to his loathsome teases. You rolled your eyes. "I would rather drink this," you pointed at the cauldron containing the Draught of Living Death potion. He scoffed and checked his watch. It was almost dinner. With a flick of his wand, both the cauldrons vanished of the potions you made and you heart light sank at seeing your creation disappear. "See you," he said before he picked up his bag and left.

It surprised you to find it, but you suddenly felt the air chill up with his absence. You quickly brushed it off when you realised you were really hungry.

In the common room, you saw Ron and sat down beside him to show him your freshly brewed positions in your vials. His eyes widened but he was unimpressed. "Sorry, but Hermione already agreed to help me with brewing my potion tomorrow. Thanks, y/n. Hope you and Malfoy didn't snog though." You gave him a taunting smile. "No need to be jealous, Ron, we didn't, he's all yours to snog. It was actually a great learning session for me and I feel much more confident now." You said as you got up to head to your dorm. "Yeah? Good for you, I guess. But don't forget that you're friends with us, not him!" He argued. "Gosh, relax. You're such a sissy sometimes." You scoffed as you started walking. "That's kind of sexist, y/n..." He called out after you but you were already skipping steps to reach your dorm.

That night in your bed, you couldn't stop thinking about your little class with Draco. You really weren't used to so much kindness from him. And then you felt a sadness build up in your chest, when you realised that you maybe were too clouded by judgement all the time to realise his true nature. Maybe he wasn't so bad to everyone else and you had to see his worst just because you always hung out with Harry and Ron. But the thought also excited you. Maybe you could get to know Draco for who he really was, after all.

Your exam was as breezy as a mid-summer afternoon. You were supposed to write the history of the "happiness elixir" and brew it. Harry peered over to your cauldron, eyes widening at the bright yellow liquid inside it.

"That's so impressive, Y/N! I'm almost jealous." He said.

You peered over to his pot and it looked identical to yours. "Thanks, Malfoy taught me, actually. You did amazing yourself."

Harry looked like he was just hexed. "M-Malfoy? When did that happen? A-are you okay?" He couldn't even hide the puzzled tone in his voice as it grew louder with each question.

"Calm down, Harry, I am fine. In fact, I have never felt so confident about potions until now." You said with a small and confident smile.

"Really? That's... well he's not on my list of best friends but that's brilliant for you, Y/N. I mean, Hermione and I've tried to teach you before but we were awful for you. How did it even happen?"

"I- Ron will catch up to you. And well, I suppose I just needed the right teacher." You blinked and looked over to the farther end of the classroom where Draco was turned around to talk to Pansy. He must've noticed your eyes on him for he looked at you almost immediately. You gave him a small smile and a wave. For a while, Draco didn't respond. He just stared at you and even with the distance, you could feel the gaze to be piercing through your face. And then, very subtly, the right end of his lips curled up, and then his left.

Your parchments were handed over and Snape dismissed your class. You signalled your friends to go on ahead. Ron rolled his eyes as the three of them left and you waited for Draco's friends to leave too. He saw you from his place and started walking towards you, and you two walked outside the class together.

"So much for wanting to be as far away from me in class as you can," he scoffed slightly and said, "I take that your test went well?" He asked with a harmless smirk on his face.

"Certainly. All thanks to you." You smiled a genuine smile and his hands were in his pockets once again.

"So, about that deal..."

"I am ready for your worst idea, Draco. But please, I am not going to do something that requires Harry to cough up slugs-"

"Come to Hogsmede with me this weekend."

"I- what?" Your hearing abilities had genuinely blanked out.

"Come with me to Hogsmede this weekend, Y/N." Your breath caught in your chest and blood gushed to your face.

"Um- o-okay but, why me?"

"We agreed to no questions asked."

"Y-yeah, yes, it's- yeah, okay, I'll be there, yup see you, sure." You nodded and then closed your eyes, embarrassed by the puddle of random words that you currently were. When you opened them, Draco was smiling.

"See you," He smiled softly, walking away as he picked up his eyebrows. It was something he did to seem nonchalant.

"Bye," you called out feebly and the moment he was turned, your eyes grew wide at the realisation of what happened, as you froze on the stop. 'oh, Godric...' you sprinted with your head down to your common room. There was a warm sensation building up in your stomach and your little run did not help. You scrammed to your room, avoiding the calls from Harry and Hermione in the common room. You dropped your bag to the floor beside your bed and dashed to the bathroom. The cold water on your face finally cooled you down from your array of emotions. You knew sleep would hardly come that night, so you just lay under your warm sheets, thoughts running brazen in your head. Did Draco Malfoy, the boy who had been enemies with your best friends since you were 11, just ask you out? And even worse- you couldn't wait to see him?

But also, a part of you couldn't help but to wonder if all of this was an elaborate prank to embarrass you. You didn't want to believe that, but years of rivalry between your friend groups made you think that way. You shut your eyes to ignore the uncomfortable feeling resting in you, and gradually slipped into sleep.

Saturday came after what seemed like forever. You were not used to this anticipatory, exciting feeling, especially not for Draco. But, you were feeling much more confident than usual. You decided to dress comfortable to feel your best self. You quickly put on your favourite sweater and a loose pair of jeans with comfy shoes.

Draco met you at the entrance to the castle. "Good Morning," he smiled. He was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled back. His hair was not perfectly gelled back like always. It parted slightly to the left and loose strands fell off on either sides of his forehead. His palms were tucked away in his trousers as usual.

"Morning," you smiled as your eyes narrowed to him. It was pretty early and you both still carried the just-woke-up demeanour of puffy cheeks and drooping eyelids. Your friends decided to stay in for the Saturday as Gryffindor team had their last Quidditch meet before the tryouts for the year. The event that was to come next week made you nervous but you quickly pushed it away.

"See you, Draco," a sharp voice cut through the air between you two. Pansy and Blaise were marching towards the carriages that led to Hogsmede, hand-in-hand. You gave them a slight smile and quickly retreated seeing that they would never return it. "Y/L/N." Blaise acknowledged sternly as Pansy rolled her eyes. You nodded and they were gone in seconds.

Draco watched you as you looked past them, your eyes slightly wide and lips softly pressed together. "Er- sorry about that, they have not the best manners." he said.

"Oh, no, I get it. This must be weird for...many people." You paused before you raised your eyebrows at him. "...is it?" you almost whispered, wondering to yourself more if Draco thought your little "date" was weird too.

"No, but you know what is? That sweater." he pointed at your colourful striped sweater that was buried beneath your thick coat and grinned.

"Wha- hey! my grandmother made this, and I love it!" You said defensively- Draco let out a laugh- as you clutched onto it as though shielding it from Draco's mean words but ultimately let out a short laugh too.

Hogsmede was its regular cheery self. Students were everywhere and the shops were buzzing with laughter and leisure. Draco and you talked about anything and everything. He liked vanilla cake, you learnt. You told him about Mangoes. He was going to get a bike the next summer, he told you. You told him about you saving to get yourself a new broom. "Wait, you play? How come I never saw you?" he had asked.

"I mostly play for fun. My brother was a Chaser. He taught me. I..." you hesitated and went on knowing you weren't going to stop talking at this point, "I was actually thinking of trying out next week for the team," you knit your palms together. "But I am just not sure..." your voice trailed off, eyes landing on your cup of butterbeer in front of you.

Draco studied your expressions. He did that quite often, you noticed. "Well I, for one, wouldn't mind getting a strong contender for my Chasers in you." You looked up at him. He continued on a slightly more serious tone, "You know, I know people think that all I do was destined for me to do, to protect my family's reputation. But, Quidditch was something I wanted to be good at by choice. My father did not have to tell me to." Draco looked at his hand that was resting on the table while his other was perched up against the back of his chair as he sat in a lounged position. You raised your eyebrows as your eyes softened at Draco Malfoy sharing something personal with you. He went on, "I just practiced relentlessly until I was good enough to be the best in my team. It's the one thing I can truly call mine." He looked up at you, as though anticipating a teasing remark or a dismissing laugh.

"I had never admitted it, probably because Ron would hit me with a bludger if I did, but I always admired your game." You smiled up at him. "I can see why you're saying it's your own thing. I can see every bit of your true self in the way you play, now that I know you slightly better." A blush crept across your cheeks. "If anyone can own their game, it's you, Draco." You said firmly with a reassuring voice.

When Draco relaxed to your words, you realised he could be holding his breath while awaiting this reaction from you. He smiled widely and he leaned forward, looking into you eye-to-eye. "You should do it, Y/N." He continued watching your questioning face, "Tryout, for the team. For what it's worth, you could finally be able to do something you might be holding on to for long." He said, his voice softening at the end. He returned your smile.

You felt a surge of confidence in you. "Thanks, you're right. I am going to tryout. Harry might soften in on me, who knows?" you grinned cheekily.

Draco's smile faltered a bit and before you wondered if you had said something wrong, he said, "If you're going to ask me to coach you again though, I might not do it for free this time," he gave half smile and took a sip of his butterbeer.

You scoffed, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Malfoy, and excuse you, I am currently paying you for tutoring, with this date, am I not?" The words slipped out of your mouth before you could register them. You turned purple with embarrassment. Why couldn't you just shut up for once?

"Well then those hours tutoring you yesterday, were not a bad investment for me," He said. You pulled your eyebrows slightly and smiled sheepishly at his odd choice of words but you have him some space. It's not like you guys were together, you were still constantly teasing, although quite harmlessly now. Which honestly did not bother you to the slightest.

Draco noticed a slight discomfort and changed the subject. You learnt about his favourite books, widely gaped at him admitting he read muggle fiction sometimes, and then shared your reading list with him.

You went to the bookshop, the new arcade (where he got extremely competitive but somehow you always ended up winning the last rounds), and ate some more until it was almost sundown and you had to leave.

By the time you had reached Hogwarts again, it was twilight and almost completely dark. The full moon cycle had begun and the it was a clear autumn sky. Draco and you walked up the steep slope to the castle side by side. It wasn't dinner time yet and curfew wasn't until long so you really didn't want to go. You easily had the best day than you did in years, and as the day came close to an end, you just not want to let go. What if the next day you wouldn't be able to spend as much time with Draco? The thought taunted you. It pained you to realise that beyond this day, Draco and you could be back to being worlds apart. You had different friends who hardly got along, your houses were infamous archrivals of each other, you were nearly not as good looking as all the girls you had seen him with over the years, heck, you didn't even know if he was actually into you. If there even was anything that was to start between you two, how would it ever work?

Your thoughts got the best of you while you absentmindedly strode along uphill, when your left foot crashed into your right heel and you lost balance. Draco was quick enough to catch you by your arm and set you back up straight. His hands were as cold as ever and his silver rings made it worse. But somehow, his touch always seemed to warm you up.

"Thanks," you muttered.

"Y/N, do you want to sit up by the lake for a while? If you're not getting late, that is." You could hear a hopefulness in his voice that you just could not refuse.

"Sure. If you think I have Saturday night plans, you clearly know nothing about me." You joked. He let out a small laugh.

"I hope I can change that," he said, pulling you towards the Black Lake.

Draco Malfoy under the evening's moonlight was a sight you wouldn't forget in a lifetime. He sat up, supported by his palms on the ground and one of his legs was folded while the other straightened out to the lake. You were seated beside him with your legs crossed, lightly playing with the grass. This allowed you to fully take in his features.

The moonlight danced off of his platinum blonde hair as though it was her stage. Its loose ends that dangled over his forehead resembled blades of grass that could cut through fingers but something told you that they would be deceptively soft to touch. His batting eyelashes were lighthouses to his glistening eyes, which held the depths and mysteries of far off seas. His lips were a malicious tease to your drying throat. You felt a tugging in your chest- a longing to know all his darkest secrets and love him for them.

You knew Draco knew that you were looking at him, but you didn't pull away your gaze. "What did you think when I asked you to come to Hogsmede with me?" He asked into the air in front of him.

The question took you back slightly but it wasn't unexpected. "Honestly, I thought you were going to pull a prank on me to embarrass me or something," you quickly added before he could respond, "but I'm sorry for thinking that. I had the best day ever with you, and-"

Draco nodded, cutting you off, "No, it makes sense that you would think that. Me asking you out out of the blue like that. You-uh, you must think I'm still the same bully from all these past years." His gaze dropped down and even though it was dark, you could see the frown on his face.

"Draco?" You called him so he would look at you. When he does, you decided to tell him all of your most truthful thoughts about him. "We didn't really have a good start. But, with all this sorting into houses, forcing 11 year olds to choose their friends to last a lifetime, blood prejudice-" you notice his slight wince at the term- "these things mess with a child's mind and we all tend to make choices we wouldn't later be fond of. I'm not perfect either and neither is Harry. He gets mad at his state of events and says mean things too." You move ever so closer to him. "My point is, yes I did think of you as a b-bully back then but lately, even before you tutored me on potions that day, I couldn't help but realise that we're all spiteful against each other because even if we know that we don't mean to, we have been taught to be this way since the beginning and some of us just don't know how to stop."

You paused to take a breath and read the colour of his eyes. He was just staring blankly at you. "And- and that's why, I tried to look at you differently this past week. So far, you have been nothing but the sweetest, most normal teenager I've ever interacted with. If this is who you are, you have nothing to worry about." You breathed the softening air between you and Draco.

"Been thinking about me that much, have you?" He smiled his playful little smile.

"There he is," You laughed back.

He lay one of his palms on yours as he turned towards you, his eyes taking in your whole face. A light smile took appearance on his face. You smiled back at him, a warm sensation flowing in from his touch. You felt like if you broke eye contact now, it would cause a sound as loud as a thunder rumbling.

"I've fancied you for a long time now, Y/N." He admitted. "I still pick on your friends only to get your attention. I just didn't think you would talk to me otherwise." You could see the sadness in his voice.

"R-really? Well, I fancy you too, Malfoy." You giggled.

Draco's eyes glinted with moisture. He pulled himself closer and pulled his palms to your cheeks, his hair almost touching your forehead. They were slightly coarse from being in contact with the grass underneath, but you felt your heart do a back flip at his gesture. Mountains of eagerness erupted in you and you quite enjoyed the adrenaline.

"If I kissed you right now, would you say this is my worst idea?" You could feel his warm breaths on your lips. At this point, none of the questions in your head mattered. This is what you both needed, you thought. You would explain to the universe later.

"a close second only to slug-barfing." You joked. Draco laughed heartily and you watched as the ends of his eyes crinkled in three adorable folds while his blue eyes glimmered through the evening light.

Draco leant forward ever so slightly, when you interrupted. "Wait! Uh- Elixir to Induce Euphoria!"

"What?"

"I didn't want the last word I said to be 'slug-barfing' right before we kissed."

Draco chuckled and closed the distance between you two. It felt like it liberated you from lifetimes of displacement and confusion. Your hands shot up to the sides of his jaw and the nape of his neck. You could feel his hair soften into your fingers. His lips hungrily searched for every sense of belonging you seeked from him and he readily gave it all. Your lips parted at his movements and his tongue made its way into you, opening you up to a whole other universe of assurance. You brought your hand behind you to the ground for support, but it wasn't enough to keep you up. Soon he was on you, as the kiss grew as passionate as it ever could. You finally pulled off, both of you gasping for air.

"Aren't you my sweet little Sunshine Elixir, right here?" he whispered into your ear as your cheeks coloured blue into the night.

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A/N: *inhales and falls to the ground with a deep exhale* that- IDK it was originally not supposed to be so intense. But I just thought about Draco without voldy just as a kid who first got into bullying people around because his family reinforced his mind to be a certain way that comes with being born in a rich and privileged family. But I really think draco is not that kind of a person. I mean obviously in canon he realises that when he doesn't want to be a death eater like he's forced to but in a more realistic life scenario, people like him often just need another chance to mend their ways and be looked at for who they really are. This was my take on that. I could've written more but y'all would've sent a bludger my way had I made it any longer. Oh, and at the beginning, I tried to add in a few Ron and Hermione relationship aspects like how he pets Crookshanks and that "your highness's generous recommendation" was because Ron was Weasley-is-our-king keeper on the team.

ALSOOO THE OUTFIT of mc was super cute and I wanted her to be wearing those braids too but uhmm that required her to have long hair and you might not have it so YOU DO YOU CHILDREN WEAR WHAT YOU WANT TO YOUR DATE WITH SOFTY MCMALFOY. Coming to Draco's hairstyle I didn't really know how to describe it but I meant something like this:

YAYA Cha Eun-Woo supremacy 😌 sry off topic, but yeah that was the hairstyle I had in mind for weekend Draco. There's actually TONNES of fan art depicting draco in this EXACT hairstyle but I wanted to share a real person picture.

ALSO WE STAN A CASUAL WHITE SHIRT HANDS-IN-POCKETS DRACO FOREVER.