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Idk If Your Celebration Is Still Going But Idc Clichs Are So

idk if your celebration is still going but idc😋😋 clichés are so🤭

☝️- draco pretended to like the reader just so the reader could help him with homework answers (like get them to do his work and stuff), BUT he ends up actually falling in love with them

DM. HOMEWORK HELP

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LIVING for this. I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it, I’m obsessed w this concept. Thank you for such an amazing request <333

IDK IF I DID THIS REQ JUSTICE.

Idk If Your Celebration Is Still Going But Idc Clichs Are So

A paper bird landed on your desk, covering the potions recipe you were trying to memorise. Your head lifted, but no one was around your corner of the library.

The crinkling of paper unfolding seemed like a disturbance against the quiet of the room, but at least you had something to distract yourself from studying.

The note read, ‘I’ve always had a thing for ravenclaws.’

A low voice cleared his throat. A handsome slytherin stood beside you, someone you didn’t recognise but might’ve seen around the halls if you really thought hard enough.

He smirked, and slid into the seat beside you with ease. An arm rested on the back of your chair, his chin resting on his other hand. Lazy, charming, and all too professional - he must have been used to this sort of thing.

You shot him an unimpressed look, glancing at his arm. “Do I know you?”

His smile faltered and he shuffled to sit upright, but caught himself and cooly replied, “My mistake, ravenclaw. I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. You…” he paused, cleared his throat, and asked, “haven’t heard of me?”

Even though you couldn’t help finding him attractive, all you could think was who did this guy think he was? “No, sorry. Should I?”

He breathed out a chuckle and leant in closer, trying to shift your focus from the blond boy beside you to your textbooks again. “There’s plenty of time to get to know me, don’t worry, Y/N.”

You stiffened.

He laughed, “Yeah, and I’m trying to get to know you. I have a thing for ravenclaws.” He tilted his head so that he was peering into your vision. “I have a thing for you.”

Your heart started thumping harder.

You felt the hot flush on your cheeks before you saw the grin on his face, and it would’ve irritated you if you weren’t too busy keeping the embarrassing blush down.

His knee nudged yours from beneath the desk, teasing and playful.

Draco leaned closer, and gestured to your books. “Studying hard?”

Perhaps he changed subject for your blooming face’s sake or he was just making conversation, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You nodded, “Potions.”

He inhaled through his teeth, a sound as if he’d just remembered something and cringed. “That’s crazy, I was just coming here to find something to help with potions. Snape is being an ass this week.”

You smiled at his words, still focusing on the textbook. He’d grown on you in the few minutes you’d known him. If he was here to study, that meant he might leave any moment…and for some reason, that thought tugged at your chest as if your heart was willing you to prevent it. You tapped the quill against the page. You felt his eyes on your actions, on your fingers, on you.

It wouldn’t hurt to help him. It wouldn’t be selfish to keep the boy beside you for a little longer if it meant you were also helping him - and, besides, the library was so cold, and his tall figure was so warm.

You looked up at him, the blue in his eyes glinting under the candlelight. “Would you…like some help?”

Draco grinned.

When he rounded the corner, completed potions homework in hand, Blaise met him on the other side with a question lingering in his eyes.

“Did you get them?”

Draco slapped down on his extended hand in a high five, “Yeah, I got them. She was easy.”

Blaise chuckled, “Come on, mate. I need to fill out my questions, now.”

Draco pulled the papers away from his prying hands, “Are you joking? I didn’t go through all this effort just for you to copy me. Get your own girl to copy answers from.”

Blaise parted his mouth in shock, “You said she was easy.”

“Yeah, but I’m not. What are you giving me for my answers?”

He scowled, but shrugged and started towards the library. “Fine, I’ll just have to try my own luck with Y/N. She sounds simple enough.”

Draco’s hand shot out, grabbing his friend to halt his approach to you.

Both pairs of eyes stared at his hand, and Blaise gave Draco a strange look. “What?”

He didn’t even know himself. Something about the thought of Blaise approaching you, when you had seemed so…so…well, there was just something that had made Draco genuinely enjoy sitting besides you apart from getting his answers.

And he just didn’t feel like sharing.

Draco slammed the papers against Blaise’s chest, who’s hands came out to grab them as he watched Draco stalk back down the corridors, departing with a grumbled, “Just copy it.”

His brows crossed. What was up with him?

The halls were silent, and Draco was creeping along them. His robes concealed books, parchment, quills for two. He kept his steps quiet, his eyes wary for teachers and prefects, but he couldn’t help the apprehension in each movement as he made his way closer to the ravenclaw common rooms.

During Charms, a simple, sneaky letter was all it took after the professor had announced the essay due the next day to arrange a last minute study date. He had you blushing across the classroom as you read the note, your fingers curled around the edges as if stifling your anticipation.

Anticipation that he now found himself mirroring, down the hallways and all the way to the knock at the door. He desperately needed help with this essay - if only because all the previous ones he’d skipped and for his grade’s sake, he couldn’t afford to skip another one - so it was just his luck that he had you. And the fact that you were pretty…well, it was definitely a plus. It gave him something to look at when the books became too boring.

It was that pretty face that greeted him at the doors.

You shushed him in and extended your hand, guiding him through to the quietness of your dorms. Candlelight and a distant moonshine lit up the otherwise dark room, and Draco noticed for the first time how your eyes shined brighter under the night. The light that beamed behind your smile as you looked up at him.

He’d seen that look before, in many other girls before you.

He didn’t mean for anything to come by this. Originally, he only needed someone to think was they were liked by him, someone infatuated enough to hand over any help he might need - he couldn’t have cared less if you fell in love along the way. Now, he found himself feeling bad for stringing you along. For using you for his academic successes.

And, even more confusingly, he felt bad for the strange feelings he had whenever he glanced at that pretty face.

He smiled down at the girl at her desk, and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Hello, Y/N.”

You looked up, already knowing who it was from the gentle touch of his hand, and smiled back. “Hello, Draco. Here for more homework help, or just had enough of those friends of yours?”

He chuckled as he slid into the chair beside you - never opposite, as he always felt it was somehow too far - and remembered how just last visit he’d somehow started ranting about his friends who annoyed him in some way or other, and how you’d listened patiently the entire time. He hadn’t even realised his mouth had opened and his minor secret had spilled, but apparently you had somehow made him unaware enough to tell it.

“Both. And, I just missed you.”

He grinned at the way your smile shrunk into a shy expression, how your cheeks flushed up just at such simple, easy words.

Getting his homework done had never been easier.

“So hav you done your charms assignment this week, ravenclaw?”

You nodded, sorting through the books in front of you before holding out a blue one and gesturing it to him. “Here, I completed it just a few hours ago. The dissertation was fairly easy, but apparently you need all the help you can get.”

Your words were playfully sarcastic, and you felt a sense of inner accomplishment as Draco beamed at help you were offering - you couldn’t help but find yourself enjoying these visits more and more. A part of you had started intrusively thinking - hoping, perhaps wishing - that he was using homework as an excuse to meet you.

There couldn’t be another reason for the coincidence of always having homework troubles when seeing each other.

Either way, your heart had gradually grown fond of the boy. Against your own will, it had started fluttering at his warm presence. At his gentle touch. At his lovely, increasingly familiar scent.

You hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Originally, you had expected him to just be bored - perhaps even lonely - and had just happened to find you in the library and thought to bother. Instead, you dared imagine that…perhaps you were in the process of something more.

Something that you had never seen before.

Your fingers played with the corner of your textbook and tried to ignore his burning stare on the side of your face. He tucked your offered work away, but didn’t make to leave.

Instead, he watched your fingers delicately trace the book and tried to ignore your absent stare, wishing it would meet his.

And it did. You looked up at him, “Do you need help with something else?”

He felt something heavy settle with your words, as if he was disappointed that you only assumed he was here for the homework. But then again, he was. So what was his problem?

Draco cleared his throat and went to reply, but then a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He first looked to you, to your eyes that glanced behind him up at whoever it was.

He turned his head over his shoulder, to the tall figure that stood there.

“Blaise, what do you want?”

Instead of responding to him - or even looking at him - Blaise was looking at you. Draco recognised the look in his eye, the pleasant surprise that the smartest girl in the year was also a sight to please.

His expression turned sultry as he slid into the chair opposite you, and Draco almost kicked him under the table when he grinned and said, “Hello, Y/N. I thought you’d be here.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised at him sudden attention. Blaise leaned his chin onto his hand and lazily smiled, “I’m stuffing it in old McGonagall’s class and thought I’d find some help here. Who would’ve thought I’d also find such a pretty thing like you, too?”

Draco narrowed his eyes at him. The help he was referring to was you, why was he acting like he wasn’t here with ulterior motives? And, who did he think he was to try and flirt with you?

Before you could even respond, Draco stood from his chair. “Blaise, I found something that’ll help you with McGonagall’s assignment.”

The tall boy tore his eyes from you and crossed his brows, signalling a complaint with his expression that only another guy would get - mate, what the hell? I’m trying to chat up this girl.

“What is it?” Blaise asked.

Draco clenched his fists and fought against dragging him up by his collar and far away from you - only because he’d worked hard to find someone who could help him with all his work, and he just…didn’t feel like sharing. That was it. That’s all it was.

He clenched his teeth, not trusting himself to talk without spitting an insult at his longtime bestfriend. Instead, he angled his head towards the rows and rows of books to the side of them.

Blaise feigned idiocy and slowly turned to look to the shelves, then back to Draco. The laugh his next reply invoked from you made Draco’s jaw twitch in suppressed words, “I didn’t know you could read, Draco.”

So he was funny, now?

You found him funny, now?

If anyone else, perhaps it wouldn’t have bothered him so much. But he knew Blaise was only using you - not like he was, that was different and mutually beneficial in keeping you both entertained and up to date with assignments - and that enraged him.

He rounded the side of the table and couldn’t hide the forceful grip in his hand as he clapped a hand around Blaise’s shoulder, and then pulled him up by his robes with a gritted, “Come on, mate.”

You watched the boys go, disappointment at the empty space beside you.

Draco did everything in his self-control to not shove him into the shelves, but somehow Blaise still ended up having to stable himself with a hand against the books with a look of confused irritation plastered on his face.

His stupid, stupid face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck? It was going so great, what a - ”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

He furrowed his brows and scoffed, “Getting help with my assignment, duh.”

Draco lowered his voice as if you could hear him from across the library, “And why are you trying it with my girl?”

He caught himself just after the words were out, but it was too late. Blaise’s eyes widened and he almost spluttered out something no-doubt stupid, but Draco quickly corrected himself. “My girl who helps me. With my homework.”

Blaise looked at him strangely. “If you had a thing for her, you could’ve just said. I would’ve backed off. I mean, shit, it’s easy enough to find a ‘claw around here.”

He shook his head fiercely, “No, Zabini. I don’t have a thing for her.”

His friend let out an exasperated sigh, as if this was harder to understand than McGonagall’s assignment. “You could just talk to her, you know. If you lik - ”

“I don’t fucking like her.” He spat out, his eyes narrowing to a glare. Blaise was taken aback by the fury behind his words, but the boy knew better than to believe that it was aimed at him. Draco was angry with himself - and maybe, just maybe, he could guess why.

He took a step forward, away from the shelves. A smirk danced on his lips. “Good.” Draco’s eyes snapped to his, an anxious confusion behind his angry expression. Blaise continued, drawling every word with a sort of malicious sultry, “Because Y/N looks to be wanting something more than just a study partner. And,” the side of his lip twitched in a look that made Draco’s rile burn up his skin, “I’d be more than happy replacing you.”

Draco’s hands were grabbing his collar, stuffing his friend against the bookshelves and gripping with a anger that didn’t even feel like his own before he could fathom why he felt like this. Why he was so angry, so confused, so…jealous.

Blaise found it within himself to laugh, straight up egging him into a confession by taunting, “You’re fucked, mate.”

“What are you talking about, Zabini?”

Blaise grinned, despite the tightening grip on his collar. He knew what caused this state of his friend. He had seen this look before, in the eyes of girls that trailed after them. The eyes of you who stole glances at him during class. The eyes of Draco, who stole glances back.

He had seen this look before - in people who fell in love.

“Why won’t you do something about it, instead of being such a - ”

Draco glared, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Blaise. I don’t like her. Not in a million years.” He got closer to his face, his jaw clenching, his words seething, “You wanna know why I keep her around?”

Blaise saw the movement from the side of his vision as Draco did not, and tried to interrupt him. “Draco - ”

He made a sound that was close to a growl. “Because she gets my homework done.”

“Do I?”

Both heads snapped to the end of the bookshelf where the voice had come from. A girl stood by the books, her own clutched in her hands as if she’d tidied her desk and had gone looking for someone.

You stood there, and Draco panicked. He didn’t know why, but he foolishly prayed that you hadn’t heard anything. And in that split moment, his hand frozen and curled around Blaise’s collar in frustration, consequences raced through his head.

No more library sessions. No more sneaking out of your common rooms for last minute help. No more reading your expressions instead of the words on the textbook. No one else to get help from.

But somehow, the last had grown insignificant. He quickly scrambled away from his friend’s figure, and took a step towards you as he tried to push away the raging thoughts of losing you.

“No, I didn’t mea - ”

You shook your head, “No, you did. And I’m glad - if it wasn’t for you, I might’ve forgotten to hand deadlines in.” You looked into his eyes, and Blaise saw that familiar look drift away into a fierce, almost terrifying one. “Thanks a lot, Draco.”

Amongst the tightening air, Blaise couldn’t help but feel that if he was the one on the other side of that stare, the one who the words were directed to, he would be running miles in the opposite direction.

His friend took a step forward, “Y/N.”

You held your hand up, stopping him without words, and threw a small book at his feet. “Save it. I was just coming to give you this - even if you’re an asshole, it’s no use to me.”

He felt like kicking the shelves down. He wanted to rip out every page of every book, if only you stopped looking at him like that. He didn’t recognise this look - he’d never seen it in anyone before, but now that you showed it to him, he hoped to never see it from anyone, especially you, again. You turned, and Draco’s outstretched hand that reached to you lowered as you walked away, the book not even acknowledged. Then you stopped, and his heart raced. You faced him, and hope flooded his chest.

“I won’t be studying in the library anymore, so don’t try and find me.”

And the hope drained, while his heart slowed. The air deflated as you really walked away this time, past the shelves and away from sight. The sound of the doors closing echoed through the entire library - or maybe it didn’t, maybe he was going crazy.

“Shit, mate.”

He ignored the guy beside him, and picked up the book. A piece of parchment stuck out from the top - a forgotten note?

Draco looked back up, hoping to see you again if only you had come back to claim something left behind - if not him, then at least this silly note.

When he realised you were long gone, when Blaise had even stalked off to god knows where, he slowly pulled the note out to see if it was worth returning to you.

And he realised it wasn’t even yours. It was his. It was written for him.

With a clench of his chest, he dully noted it must’ve been written before this had all happened.

The note read, ‘I’ve made you a timetable - this way, you’ll hopefully never forget an assignment again. You might not be as smart as a ravenclaw, but I suppose I’ve always had a thing for slytherins.”