Draco Malfoy

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You rushed by the boy's dormitories, ignoring all cat-calls and whistles as you beelined it for the only brooding blond you ever had the insanity to befriend. Draco was sitting and reading something when you grabbed his shirt and pulled him off the couch, practically dragging him after you.

"Oi! What are you on about?" Draco exclaimed but you ignored him.

You sneered through clenched teeth as you pulled him out of the Slytherin common room and into a hall full of lockers. Draco yanked his shirt out of your grasp and stood tall, brushing off his clothes as if you had spat on him. 

"Would you care to tell me what that was all about? I don't much care for being man-handled by a little girl in front of everyone. And the article I was reading was finally getting interesting."

You banged open one of the lockers revealing your Quidditch supplies and a few valuable personal belongings. You grabbed your Quidditch uniform and turned, tossing it at Draco's face.

"Can you shut your conceded mouth for one second and be helpful for once?"

Draco caught your robes blushing slightly at the smell of your perfume that wafted from them. Clearing his throat, he folded his arms, looking at you incredulously. "And what exactly are you assuming I will help you with?"

"Edger Tuffs."

You only need say his name for Draco to stand at attention, his frustration now redirected.

"Did he corner you again?"

You let yourself smile a bit at the sound of worry in his voice. You shook your head. "No. He decided that last week he wanted to skip out on tutoring and play quidditch instead. So I told him that next time that happens I'm going to show him I'm not only good at transfiguration and potions." You roughly stuffed what remaining things you needed, including and ubrella, into a bag before slamming the locker shut.

With your back turned, Draco smirked at your fire. He watched as you strode off, your high ponytail swinging by your exposed neck making him blush. He shook his head before taking a few quick steps to fall into line with you still holding your Quidditch robes.

"So you think beating him at a skirmish match will teach him a lesson? Isn't he a year older than you? You won't stand a chance, he's huge."

You scoffed, glancing at him. "How sweet of you to show concern for my pride and well-being. But at this point, I need this extra money on the side and I am tired of spending hours on the same stupid assignment," you grumbled under your breath, "plus, this will help me blow off steam."

Draco mimicked your scoff then mumbled under his breath. "I can think of other ways to help you blow off steam."

You raised a brow and looked at him. "What?"

Draco's face reddened. "Oh, uh, I was just wondering what all this has to do with me. I'm not tutoring him nor do you need a seeker for a skirmish."

You smiled and let out a little laugh. Turning a corner the two of you stepped out into the darkening night, making your way to a clearing used for three-on-three matches. "Sarah Panes and Everline Gray agreed to play with me. But I need someone to cheer me on. And who better than the most pretentious and self-centered boy in the school."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I'd rather clean all the brooms in the school then be your cheerleader."

You laughed. "Oh come on. You would look good in a mini skirt and waving a couple of pom poms."

Draco scowled, tossing your robes back at you. "Shut up." You tossed it back to him and he held it out in question. "But honestly. Why am I here?"

You stood by a tree lining the clearing, placing your bag by the roots. "I actually wasn't kidding. I need you to stand here and intimidate him and his boys." You shrugged as you started to pull your school uniform off to a tank top and shorts. "I thought having a Malfoy on the ground would help him shut up."

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