I Cant Believe How Islamaophobic Ppl Can Get. This Also Proves How Not Only Non Muslims Can Be Islamaphobic

I can’t believe how Islamaophobic ppl can get. This also proves how not only non Muslims can be Islamaphobic but so can actual Muslims. This whole situation is really disgusting. You can’t force ppl to change their religion or start wearing hijabs. It is a woman’s choice and they should be allowed to do whatever they please. It’s their life and ppl should not be allowed to control it. I really hope the Iran situation gets better. I can’t believe how someone could kill a women just for not wearing a hijab.

Pansy: You got a haircut.

Y/n: Oh, yeah. Do you like it?

Pansy: Looks okay-- I guess.

[later]

Pansy, sobbing into Draco' shoulder: She looks so good.

Draco: I know.

Pansy: I'm so gay.

Draco: I know…

Amrortentia

Summary: Professor Slughorn is teaching about the dangerous potion, Amortentia, and you smell someone you're not supposed to.

Trigger Warning(s): Potions, Slughorn (for those who don't like him), teasing, Pansy Parkinson, cursing(?), mentions of love/like/relationships

Word Count: 743

A/N: Just a quick drabble I wrote from a small idea. I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but I hope whoever reads this likes it :) Also, please take this as my application to be apart of the Draco side of tumblr/DracoTok.

Requests are open

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world," Slughorn said. "It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

You watched as the professor executed the last steps of the potion, lavender swirls fuming into the air.

"Do we have a volunteer?" Professor Slughorn asked.

You rolled your eyes as Hermoine approached the cauldron with slight apprehension. She leaned forward, her chest rising as she took a deep breath.

"Can you tell us what you smell?" asked Slughorn.

Hermoine nodded, uttering, "...Freshly mown grass...new parchment...and...and..."

Your eyes widened slightly, flickering toward the only Weasley in the classroom. Did the brains of Gryffindor have a crush on Weasley?! You stood up, making your way to the cauldron.

"I'd like a smell," you said, fiddling with the sleeves of your robe.

Professor Slughorn chuckled as some of the others girls in the class echoed the same desires. They all wanted to smell and see what attracted them.

"Alright, one at a time. Go on," Slughorn urged.

You took a deep breath and inhaled the fumes. They turned dark green and you smiled, expecting to smell the familiar scent of cedar wood from your boyfriend's cologne. But you didn't. The smell, it was sweet and crisp--apples? Your brows furrowed and the fumes changed to a rich, blackish-brown color. The sweet and crisp smell of apples merged and changed into an earthy, sweet scent. Leather. The third scent you recognized almost immediately as the metallic tang hit your nostrils. Money.

You stepped out of the way, letting a very eager classmate take your place. You sat at your shared table and rest your chin on your hand. Apples, leather, and money? That wasn't what your boyfriend smelt like... You chewed on the inside of your lip, deep in thought. If that wasn't your boyfriend, then who was it?

"Hello? Earth to Y/N? Did you hear what I said at all?"

Your gaze shot up to your partner, Pansy. She was starting at you, eyebrows bunch with annoyance.

"Hmm? Sorry, deed in thought," you responded, turning your head towards Pansy. "What was that?"

"I was telling you what I smelled," Pansy stated, her annoyance seeping into her tone. "Galleons, leather, and apples. Do you know who that is?"

Galleons. Leather. Apples. That was exactly what you had smelled. And knowing Pansy... You swallowed hard. You thought you had a good idea of who those fragrances belonged to.

You were almost too scared to respond to your portions partner. "...Draco..?"

Pansy beamed at you. "Draco," she confirmed. "I told you we're meant to be."

You rolled your eyes, desperately trying to dull the panic rising in your chest. Why had you smelled Malfoy, of all people? Not your boyfriend, not even someone remotely nice. Malfoy.

"You know that potion only shows us who we're attracted to, right?" you replied matter-of-factly. "You're just attracted to him. It's not meant to be."

Okay, maybe you had added that last part more for you than for her, but you needed some reassurance. And Pansy was sure as hell not the one to give that to you. If she ever found out who you had smelled in that Amortentia potion, you'd never hear the end of it. Hogwarts wouldn't hear the end of it. Everyone in this school would know you were more attracted to Draco and not your boyfriend.

Pansy opened her mouth to speak, her face contorted with irritation when Professor Slughorn proceeded with his lecture. "Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room, causing a powerful infatuation or obsession."

"Dangerous?" someone scoffed. The timbre in the voice sounded familiar, arrogant. "This silly love potion?" Some of your classmates laughed at Draco's comment, a handful agreeing with him.

"When you have seen as much of life as I have, Draco, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love," Slughorn responded.

You didn't dare steal a glance in Draco's direction. Throughout the rest of the class, you kept your head down. When you were finally dismissed, you waisted no time ejecting yourself from your seat and fleeing to the common room. You needed some alone time, some time to think.

Why had you smelled Draco Malfoy instead of your boyfriend?

Pls this is soooo hottttt hjkdbfj

Love at not first sight

**gif isn't mine!!

All character are over 18!

So this was supposed to be a headcannon on how Marcus and the reader met but it turned out more like a one-shot? Anyways this is my first time writing in a very, very long time so no hate please :)

A little bit ooc for everyone but it was really just get a little bit of ground on how to write again.

TW: Swearing, minor character death, blood, fighting, sexual tension, innuendo and suggestive words/actions and shitty writing.

Words: 2.3k

Happy reading!!

You were one of the rats, but was still respected by everyone including Chico’s gang.

It wasn’t love at first sight lemme tell you that. It was more of kidnapper enemies to friends to lovers type of trope.

He was angry with you for forcing him to come back, whereas you just thought he was an idiot for refusing to follow Master Lin’s orders. However, you started getting along once he joined the rats.

At first it was awkward, you would ignore home and flip him off and the tension between you guys was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Yet you soon found your common interests. You both hated Brandy-Lynn with a passion and in a way you bonded over that in the first place. Soon enough, you guys were hanging out in his room when Shabnam wasn’t there, getting high in your dorm when your roommate Saya was out with the Kuroki Syndicate, and listening to one another’s favourite music.

It was paradise in a way. The rats were all friends now and you would go to the graveyard every Friday night to smoke weed. Soon enough the looks shared between you two weren’t innocent and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Billy was like a brother to you and wary of you liking Marcus. Especially with Maria being such a psycho and liking him as well.

It was clear since the beginning that Maria liked Marcus. Whether it was to make Chico Jealous, to spite you or actual love no one knew. However what was clear between the rats was that Maria wasn’t going to give up on making Marcus fall in love with her and boy was that going to get you all in a lot of trouble.

As mentioned, Billy was like a brother to you, so when he decided to go to Vegas and kill his dad, you were on board first. Anything to help your brother, right?

Soon enough the rest of the gang agreed to come, including Maria and Willy. However it was clear that Marias intentions weren’t pure, she was going along to make sure nothing happened between you and Marcus and not to help Billy with murdering his dad. Since there were 6 of you and only five car seats… you know where this is going right?

Yup, you were willing forced to sit in Marcus’s lap for the rest of the ride. Even though you couldn’t tell, Marcus didn’t mind it all. In fact, it made him calmer knowing you were with him otherwise he would be freaking out right now about what this youthful group was going to commit.

Once you get to the hippy bar he’s immediately in search of drugs, anything to help him calm his nerves. When you enter the bar he tries to impress you by buying you a beer with his fake ID but it backfires terribly. However you manage to seduce the bartender into getting you two free beers which not only impresses Marcus but also makes him feel a little bit embarrassed that he wasn’t able to get you a drink instead.

Once again, 6 people at a table for 5. Guess where you end up? At this point you didn’t mind sitting on Marcus’s lap however you wouldn’t dare admitting that to anyone, especially to Marcus. After all you guys were just friends, no feelings between either of you. Right?

While focusing on hiding your feelings for Marcus, you were oblivious to his feelings for you. He tried really hard not to make his heart race whenever you were in his vicinity but he thought you were drop dead gorgeous after all.

What you didn’t fail to notice was how his hand wrapped around your waist and how his fingers would draw small circles on the side of your stomach. Marcus didn’t either fail to notice how your breath hitched. The cocky bastard loved the effect he had on you.

His hand then lowers itself to the bottom of your thigh and slowly drags up until it reaches the hem of your dress. Even though he seems cocky, Marcus is freaking out on the inside, wondering where he got this sudden burst of courage. While drinking the rest of your beer, Marcus’s hand reaches slightly under your dress which makes you choke on your drink.

The rest of the group shares confused looks yet Saya somehow knew what was going on. You excused yourself to the restroom and Marcus followed, claiming he was just going to “check up on you”.

Once you're both in the bathroom, he immediately presses you against the wall. His hot breath against your face somehow made you shiver and his body pressed against yours made you warm.

Maybe it was the seven tabs of acid he took or the several shots he had taken (courtesy of you and your amazing flirting skills) but his confidence took over. Soon enough you both were half naked and making out, about take it further until Maria knocked on the door.

“Hurry up Y/N! We gotta go! Have you seen Marcus? I’ve been meaning to talk to him.”

“No… Uh Maria I haven’t.. seen… him.”

You lost track of your words while Marcus kept kissing you lower and lower.

“Ummm Ok? I’ll meet you at the car!” Shout Maria through the bathroom door.

“Common Marcus”, you muttered disappointed due to the interruption caused by Maria. His pupils were blown and by the time you got out of the bathroom, out the bar, got him out from under the car and into the car, it had been an hour.

Once you got to the hotel in Vegas you lost track of Marcus but found him at the bar headed towards the elevator. He looked a bit sobered up and uneasy as if he had seen a ghost.

“You ok?” you asked him.

“Yeah I uh I’m fine. I gotta go, I'll see you later” he responded.

You thought he was purposely ignoring you because of what happened at the bar since you guys were only friends… right?

You didn’t follow him up to the hotel room but rather stayed downstairs in the casino with Saya. When Billy came running up to you, you knew something was wrong.

"I just asked at the lobby and it turns out his room is neighbouring ours." Billy started nervously, he looked like he was going to back out any second. Not because he was afraid to kill his dad, but because he was afraid of getting caught. No, he needed that bastard dead, it was to save his family after all.

"Who?" You asked like a complete, oblivious idiot. You were halfway drunk due to all the shots you had taken. The way Marcus had acted had gotten to your head and you wanted to get rid of your nerves before killing Billy's dead beat dad.

"His dad you fuckin' idiot" Saya said while shoving your arm in hopes to restart your memory.

The alcohol was really getting to your head.

"I'll go with Billy to get the job done. Y/n go find Marcus and Maria, make sure they're ready to help get rid of the body and leave as soon as possible." Said Saya, her being the least drunk and most responsible in your current trio.

You nodded your head, a little bit hazy but still able to somewhat comprehend what Saya had just told you.

You walked towards the elevator which Marcus had taken around an hour ago and when you entered you saw a man, in his early 20's with half his face burned off. He looked horrible really, but you were a little too drunk to notice.

"Hey" the guy said. There was something off about him, but it was impossible to tell in your current state.

"Hey" you said back, trying to be as polite as possible. He was creeping you out but soon enough he got out and you got off a couple floors later.

You had sobered up a little after your short yet creepy interaction with the guy in the elevator and were taking out your keycard. You heard shouting inside the room which was weird considering only Marcus was supposed to be in there.

You open the door and walk in and see something you most definitely weren't expecting. Maria, half naked in lingerie straddling Marcus on the bed and Chico, Marias (ex)boyfriend yelling at the two.

Neither Maria nor Chico had noticed you Marcus however, did. How could he not after all? You looked amazing, in your gorgeous dress, with your shiny hair and beautiful face. To him, you looked like an angel. An angel who looked furious, shocked and saddened by the ongoing motion in the room.

Rather than focusing on Marcus and what he was doing with Maria, you grabbed the lamp on the small desk by the entrance and smashed it over Chico's head, using the element of surprise to your advantage.

To say Maria and Marcus were surprised would be an understatement. You weren't one for violence, however, you were absolutely pissed at the couple on the bed and Chico scared you so it seemed like the only reasonable option.

"We have to go, common" you muttered, not wanting your feelings to take over.

"Wait Y/N let me expl-" Marcus started until he was cut off by the figure of Saya and Billy covered in blood and standing in the doorway.

You rushed past them and out the door, not wanting to stay in the room a second more. Billy stared at you confused while Saya looked like she was about to kill both Maria and Marcus for what (it looked like) they had done.

Hurry up, she started to get pissed to bother yelling at either of them. Marcus ran out the door in search of you while Maria quickly got dressed whereas Billy hurried off after you and Marcus.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Saya asked Maria while they were walking down the corridor of the Hotel.

"What? It's not like he has a girlfriend or anything. Besides, I broke with Chico before we left so it wasn't like I was actually cheating on him. I needed a distraction and Marcus just happened to be there." Maria said innocently.

"Right..." Said Saya, not believing a word of the bullshit Maria had just spewed out.

You reached Willy who was by the car first in the abandoned, underground parking, Marcus soon behind you and then Billy who was still confused but worried about his sister.

“Please Y/N just let me explain I swear we didn’t do anyth-'' he started trying to explain until he was cut off again.

“Explain what? That you’re so busy trying to fuck Maria?” you asked him sarcastically. Billy and Willy looked at each other shocked by what you had said which made Marcus pull you over to the side where they wouldn’t be able to hear you.

“No, I obviously wasn’t trying to fuck Maria. She came onto me, I would never do anything like that with her.”

“What, and you just expect me to believe you? Believe you like how I thought that you actually liked me but then you were hooking up with Maria meanwhile Billy was killing his own dad in the room next door?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME I WASN’T TRYING TO FUCK HER!” Marcus screamed, making Billy and Willy turn towards you two again.

“ I swear we weren't doing anything Y/N, please just let me explain” the pleading in his voice winning you over. Marcu was on the verge of tears, he could never imagine hurting you like this, not in a million years. And yet, he had.

“Fine. Just hurry up, we have to leave soon.” You said, tears streaming down your face while you were moving back and forth on the heels of your feet in a nervous manner. You were exhausted, having stayed up the entire car ride making sure Billy wasn’t freaking and not having had any time to rest in the room due to you know what. Your hair looked more dishevelled than your usual and your eyes were puffy but Marcus couldn’t notice. He didn’t understand how you did it. How you looked so flawless, not matter the time, occasion or setting. He really thought you were an angel. Cement pillar

“Goddammit I swear nothing happened Y/N, I was high on acid and fell asleep on the bed. Next thing I know, Maria is on top of me while her Fucken boyfriend walks in and then seconds later you walk in. I swear I was gon’ push her right off. I don’t even like her shes crazy as fuck and Chico’s also fucking insane. I don’t like her, I like you. You’re intelligent, funny and witty and your so, so fucking beautiful. You’re literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“What and you still expect me to believe you?” You were still unsure whether his words were true or not. You didn’t know if Marcus himself had noticed it but he tended to be a people pleaser, made people hear what they wanted to hear.

“Prove it” You said to him.

“What-” He looked at you stunned, not expecting you to voluntarily talk to him anymore. Yet the fact that you did made his heart flutter more than he was willing to admit. Marcus hated the effect you had on him, how weak you made him. Love, at King’s Dominion, was seen as a weakness and it scared him so much.

“Prove it”, you repeated, “Prove to me that you want me, that you love me-”

Marcus didn’t need more clarification. He wrapped his left hand around your waist and the other in your hair cutting you off with a kiss. A kiss so passionate and filled with love, love from his heart.

“Is this enough proof? Or do you want me to kiss you again?” He said while trying to hide a not so innocent smirk.

Breathlessly, you looked up at him and said, “I think you might need to do that again, you know, just to really prove yourself”.

And he did.

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☝️- 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

one shot

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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.”