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Faking it (pt 1)
summary: you and draco agree to fake date - (eventual) friends to lovers.
warnings: contains angst, pining and definitely inaccuracies mentioning potions.
word count: 1655.
“Just a bit longer, love,” Draco whispers, mouth close to your ear, making your position seem more intimate than it was. Or maybe it was just you who thought that.
You both sway to the music, Draco’s hands on the small of your back, and your hands are around his neck, your left one absent mindedly playing with the waves of hair on his nape.
The other weddinggoers move around you, some pointing. Hushed whispers erupt around the room, many probably questioning who the mysterious lady with the famous Slytherin Prince was, as except for Cedric and probably Cho, no other Hogwarts students would be here.
“Draco, are you sure this is even working? I think we’re drawing attention.”
“Obviously we are drawing attention. You’re stunning, y/n.” he grins.
You feel your stomach twist with a new sort of feeling. Draco had been complimenting you like that all evening, to the point where you weren’t sure if it was an act or not.
No. It was all an act. Draco reciprocating your feelings was as likely as cats gaining the ability to read.
“Well, Dray, I guess you’re fine to look at as well,” you scoff. He feigns offense and leans closer to your ear again to whisper some more.
“My mother and father are looking, so don’t turn around.”
“Should I fake laugh, or something?” you whisper back, conspiratorially.
“Fake laugh? I’m plenty hilarious, y/n. No, just... lean in more,” Draco says, grasp on your waist tightening as he dips his head to lightly brush his mouth against the corner of yours.
Wow, it was warm in here. Hot, one might even say. Flames were covering your body-
“You okay, love?” Draco breaks you from your trance, but you nod unconvincingly.
“Don’t think about him, and just remember, he’s an idiot,” Draco says.
***
The morning of the wedding was a rollercoaster of emotions. You’d just been broken up with by Cedric Diggory, mascara streaming down and eyes puffy when Draco found you. Cedric had cheated on you with Cho Chang and that morning you went to confront him after Cho had come to your dorm late last night, apologizing over and over, saying she didn’t know you two were dating again. You were always an on-and-off couple with Cedric, and her apologies rang so genuine in your ears, you couldn’t blame Cho, (plus, who were you to allow women to be pitted against other women?). So, you set your mind up to confronting Cedric that next morning after first period, but you were the one who got broken up with.
It was outrageous, and Draco had thought so too as he comforted you, the two of you sitting on your dorm bed. You were grateful for his listening skills, and he was ever the patient friend.
***
“You’re too good to cry over him. He’s a bloody fool to cheat on you, y/n,” Draco said, brushing away a tear. You sniff in reply.
“My parents have got this wedding they’re invited to; Sadly, I’m forced to go. I hear Amos is officiating, so I suppose his son will be there.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Why not give them something to talk about? Come as my date, we can act.”
“We can act.” He says.
You’d let out a sob-laugh. Your friend, the one who had stolen your heart for years, was asking you to “act” like you were in love with him.
“No way you’re serious,” you had said, turning to look at him after sob-laughing some more. “Deadly serious, y/n,” Draco’s brow furrowed as if he was confused to why you thought he was joking. “Come on, love. You need some fun so let’s make that insufferable git jealous.” Draco smirked.
Letting out a soft laugh, you also started to smile. “Okay Draco, I’ll act with you.”
***
‘Okay Draco,’ you replay that morning’s conversation as your pulse races. ‘I’ll act with you.’
He’s kissing the side of your cheek, just as you dance past Cedric. As you twirl away, you see Cho’s sad smile from her seat next to him and you give her your own smile back.
Draco suddenly drops his voice and whispers, “There’s something I’ve got to tell you later,”
“Yeah?” you reply.
“Yeah. But not now, because there’s so many people looking at you like you’re theirs.”
He says ‘theirs’ strangely, like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden change in conversation makes you wary, cautious... with excitement and anticipation consuming you.
“I want you to myself,” he finishes.
He wants you to himself.
Your heart flutters at the thought of what he was going to say. You weren’t stupid, anyone with half a brain could hear “I’ve got to tell you something” and “I want you to myself” together and think what you were thinking.
He likes you.
“Draco!” calls a sudden voice as he turns you into a spin, lips brushing your shoulder. Just an act.
Oh no, the voice was Astoria’s. What was she doing here?
“Please do not tell me that’s dearest Astoria calling me,” Draco pleads through gritted teeth as he twirls you around, the happy bride and groom dancing near you. You suck in a laugh, your reaction telling him all he needed to know.
“Dracoo please come dance with me! Dracoo!” Astoria calls.
“Good luck Draco, she’s drunk,” you say with a grimace, slightly annoyed she interrupted your intimate moment. Fake intimate moment, you mentally amended.
“Oh no y/n! She’s drunk!” Draco says at the same time.
“Come onnnn Dray! ‘Cissy would want us toooooo! and Luc-” she hiccups. “Lucie too!” you can hear her frown in her voice as she struggles to pronounce Lucius’ name. Through your peripheral vision you see her come hurtling toward you, half-full flute of some alcoholic drink in hand.
“Oh god, y/n. From previous experience I can tell you she is not going away until she gets what she wants,” Draco groans, dragging a hand down his face as he turns away from her.
Your heart deflates a tiny bit and you both loosen your grips. “Oh, okay. I guess you better go dance with her.”
Your heart throbs. Of course this would happen while you’re on the precipice of the conversation which could change your entire relationship. And of course, it’s Astoria “will-steal-your-yule-ball-date” Greengrass who ruins it.
Draco cocks his head, earnestly saying, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.” before kissing your cheek and floating away from you and into Astoria’s waiting arms, for the second time in 3 years.
***
Two hours later, you’re sitting by the chocolate fountain dipping fruit when you finally see Draco’s silhouette, but he’s stumbling towards you.
“Draco, it’s been forever, where’ve you been?” you ask before realizing you... had no business knowing. After all, you weren’t his girlfriend. Merlin, why did you feel so bitter?
You soften your voice, “Sorry, you just promised her one dance and it’s been a while.”
You closely inspect that Draco’s dress-shirt is rumpled, his hair messy and his tie is nowhere to be seen. He sits next to you and the heavy smell of something strong envelopes you both. Something weird. It’s pungent, yet comforting, like green apples and mint.
“Fuck, y/n,” he finally mumbles. “How long have I been gone?”
“Over two hours.”
“I just got so caught up with Astoria. I think she...” he trails off, looking dazed.
This was outrageous. Draco Malfoy had all but told you that he liked you and then goes and does merlin-knows-what with Astoria?!
Terrible. Terrible, terrible feelings. Jealousy was seeping out your every pore, and you were getting ahead of yourself.
“I’m glad you had so much fun with her,” you say. “That you forgot about me.”
“No! I didn’t forget you, y/n, I went upstairs first, and- bloody hell, I feel so sick.”
“Went upstairs? You told me you were going to dance, Draco!”
“Yeah, maybe?” He looked queasy. “But she handed me a drink and tried to-”
“You think? Draco, you’ve been gone almost 2 and a half hours and you think you danced?” you interrupt.
“I told you, y/n. I don’t remember. That drink, I think it was-,” comes his reply.
“You know, now I think about it, you just weren’t quite hesitant enough to go with her!” you spit, voice low but rising.
“What? It was a mistake, y/n! You’re getting so riled up over what?” Draco counters, anger in his gaze.
“You’re my best friend Draco! Why I can’t be worried about you?” you shriek, attracting attention. Draco huffs and you sigh, before saying, “You just left me there for Astoria and whatever the hell you did ‘upstairs’, but oh, forbid me if I show concern or my disapproval?” you hiss.
Draco’s face changes and his brows furrow.
Not wanting to argue (more than you already had in the foyer), you drag him by his hand and pull him into the hallway, noticing his 2 usual silver rings are gone from his right hand, and his wrist has some pink stain on it, like lipstick.
“Well, y/n,’ Draco continues in the hall, voice louder now. “You’re my best friend. Not my girlfriend. Why the hell would you care what I’m doing?”
Skipping over his question you just say, “Oh, believe me, Draco! I know I’m not your girlfriend!’ you shout, cheeks slightly heating. For a second you regret it, hoping it didn’t give your jealous feelings away, but to your relief and also utter dread, Draco replies, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
You had never been subject to his quiet rage to an extent like this, but it didn’t scare you. The faint golden light from the foyer filtering through the stained glass on the hallway door and onto him, the glow lighting his features.
You inhale. “I hope Astoria was a good fuck.” and turning on your heels, you walk away.