House: You Choose
Blood Status: You Choose
A/N: There will be a note when to play the music! :)
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Draco's POV:
Laughing along with Blaise, Theo, and the other Slytherins in my friend group, I set my fork down beside my plate. It's the first day of the winter holidays and nobody has left yet because the carriages back to the train haven't been scheduled to leave until later and it's the last breakfast with the whole school still here until school resumes. Theo had an idea to play a small game of truth or dare at the breakfast table. He said we'd do nothing too serious or unreasonable. Just some harmless fun.
"Your turn to ask someone, Crabbe," Theo says, elbowing Crabbe lightly, making him chuckle and look up at the ceiling to think.
"Ummm.... Draco..., truth or dare?" Crabbe says slowly and I look up to him.
"Dare...," I sigh.
"Let Pansy sit on your lap for the rest of breakfast."
I look over to Pansy, who is squealing along with her pack of girls, her hands over her mouth in excitement, bouncing up and down. I roll my eyes. I've never really liked Pansy, even though she's always been into me. I'm not trying to be selfish, it's just that she's never actually tried to conceal her crush on me since first year and she constantly calls me her "Drakie-poo" or just simply "Drakie" as if I was already hers.
"Well, Malfoy?" Blaise says impatiently.
"Sure. What the heck," I sigh quietly. Pansy shrieked loudly and high pitched as if she's seen bloody murder and she bounces her way over to my side, pushing Goyle who was sitting next to me to the side roughly. She throws her arms around me, almost choking me and sits herself down roughly on my lap. I stir, uncomfortable under her weight and the game continues. The dares are stupid, just as the one Crabbe dared me to do. Pansy keeps snuggling into my chest and I pull her off fo me every time despite her complaining.
As the game attracts more attention and more players, Pansy becomes distracted and I look over at y/n because if pansy saw me looking at her, she would murder y/n first and then me. Y/n has never been in my friend group, sadly. She's always had her group of small close friends and she has never really been in the picture relative to the group of Slytherin boys in my year. I've honestly always had a crush on y/n. When I first met her, she was the only person I could see in the room and from the moment I heard her talk, I knew she was special. Over time, my crush on her has grown exponentially and I can't stop thinking about her. I love her laugh and how her kindness can fill the room. I enjoy how she can smile so much and how comfortable she is with people. I love her quirks and her determination. Everything about her is wonderful and I've made countless cards and letters to her, confessing my feelings, but I've never sent them ever. I keep at least one with me at all times, which is a risky move, but for that reason, I never let my school bag out of my sights and I lock my trunk with an anti-charm spell. Some of them are enchanted with tunes or poems I write in my free time for her. When nobody's looking, I spend my time thinking about her and drawing small doodles of what our lives could be like if we were together...
"MALFOY!" Blaise yells in my ear and I snap out of my y/n trance and look back to the group. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," I reply.
"Let me go through your bag, take something out of it, and do with it whatever I please," he says and my heart stops. My note for y/n is in there, along with some quills and ink. On a regular day, I would have said yes to him looking in my bag if there were school books and materials in there, but now there is so little in it he's bound to find the note. I feel myself get red and my cheeks go hot.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Blaise asks teasingly. "Am I gonna find something you don't want me to see?"
"N-No," I stutter quietly.
"Well? Are you chicken or not?" Blaise taunts and I pick up my bag from under the table only after minorly shoving Pansy off of me for a split second, and shove it across the table to him. Pansy climbs back on me and wraps her arms around me and I scowl. Blaise opens up my leather bag and rummages through it. I can sense what he's doing. he's going past the parchment and quills and unzipping the pockets and unbuttoning the sides to search for something good. I watch as he pulls out a piece of crisp, neatly folded paper with "y/n" written on it. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here!"
Blaise turns the paper over and looks at it.
"It looks like a letter Blaise! To y/n!" Theo says enthusiastically
"Well, Malfoy. Why haven't you sent it?" Blaise asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I wrote it the other day! It just asks her if she'd help me with homework!" I say, trying to make an excuse for it being there.
"Hmmm.. Are you sure because it was in a deep pocket of your bag and you could have just given it to her before you sat down...," Blaise says. "Why didn't you?"
I feel my cheeks flush.
"I thought so...," Blaise says, taking out his want. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Stop!" I shout, reaching out to the love letter to y/n, but I'm too slow. Blaise levitates the letter out of my reach and over to y/n. I watch in shock as it floats onto her book and she leans back, mildly surprised to see something there. Her hair falls perfectly off her shoulders and she puts down her book and softly grabs the letter and starts to unwrap it. "BLAISE YOU IDIOT!" I hiss across the table.
(A/N: Start le music now!)
She opens it and I hear a recording of myself saying "This is for you, y/n. I've been wanting to say this for a long time," and then the familiar sounds of a guitar strumming. In slow motion, I see the faces of all my friends turn to me. They're all pointing at me or at y/n. The music echoes through the Great Hall.
"Is that Malfoy singing?" some Ravenclaw shouts from across the hall.
"He sounds awful! What is that?" a Gryffindor girl complains, plugging her ears.
"Is this supposed to be good?" someone else says.
I can see everyone pointing at me and laughing, too. Everyone in the hall is staring at me. My heart takes a freefall as I look at y/n's face. She has no emotion on her face. She doesn't like it at all. I can tell. Nobody with a face like that can ever like what they're hearing. I get up from the table, ignoring Pansy's shouts of "Drakie!" and run out for the Great Hall, almost in tears.
The day I would have given y/n the letter should have been special. I wanted it to be just us and I wanted to wait until the right moment when we were together. Nobody else. I would have waited until she was comfortable with me. Maybe we would have been better friends, I don't know. That'll never happen now. It would have been on a weekend when there's little stress. Maybe in Hogsmeade or something. I would have had a casual date with her or something and then at the end of the visit at the perfect time, I'd have given it to her. That's out of the question now.
I round the corner and plop myself down in an empty hallway, sliding down the wall in shame and humiliation. I hide my face in my hands, even if there's nobody around to see it. What am I going to do now? I'm a joke. Nobody liked my music. Even y/n didn't like it. How can I face my friends after that fiasco? I feel salty tears form in my eyes. I should stop this. There's no use feeling bad. Y/n will never talk to me so I should get over it now. Never will she ever see me the same again... I sigh and I fall over onto the floor and I feel the tears drip onto the floor and I let them.
"Draco?" I hear a soft voice say. I look over to where it came from and through the blurriness of my tears, I see it's y/n. I gasp and try to hide from her, but she kneels down at my side. "Draco... Cheer up."
"H-How can I? How can I when I've embarrassed myself in front of you like that?" I cry, burying my face behind my hands. She grabs my wrists softly and brings them to my sides and gets me to sit up against the wall. I sigh and lay by head back. I look at her and expect her to be solemn or angry. I expect her to say how embarrassed she is of opening my love letter to her and how little of a chance of her ever loving me there is, but instead, she smiles warmly. She cups her hands around my damp cheeks and presses her lips firmly onto mine. I slowly bring my hand to her waist and she leans into the kiss, pulling me in further and I feel our chemistry. It's wonderful and blissful. Her lips are soft and smooth and my lips and hers meld together as if they were really meant to be. I gasp a little as we pick up the pace and she breaks away reluctantly and looks into my eyes kindly.
"I loved the card, Draco. You have a wonderful voice," she whispered to me. "It's an original song, right?"
"Yeah...," I reply, savouring the moment with her.
"It sounded amazing. I could never have written a song like that and it sounded like it was really from the heart. I can tell that you put your real emotions into writing that song. Thank you for that, Draco. It made my day," she says and I smile.
"Thank you, y/n. I was worried you hated it."
"Not at all," she smiles back.
"Does this mean we're together?" I ask hopefully and she nods with a grin.
"Of course Draco. I would be stupid not to say yes to a boy who wrote an original song for his crush!" she giggles. "So, Draco. I have a question for you."
"And what is that, y/n?" I ask.
"If you could be anywhere, where would you be?" she sings softly. Her voice is light, beautiful, and soothing. I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead.
"If I could be anywhere, I'd be there with you, girl."
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