A/N: For the drabble a day challenge and the wand wood challenge [Willow - write about a character feeling insecure] (AU)
Because
From the moment I saw him, I knew he was trouble: that cocky smirk, the arrogant posture, the amused glint in his stormy eyes that I see every time he answers a question in class before I do.
Draco Malfoy is just bad news, and utterly infuriating. That's what I tell myself as I catch myself thinking about him. It's not because I like him. It's because he's trouble.
He passes me in the corridor, and I avert my eyes as he undoubtedly shoots me a mocking sneer at the same moment. It's not because I like him. It's because it's not worth giving him the satisfaction.
We are made Head Girl and Head Boy in seventh year – typical! We avoid each other as much as possible, and only speaking when it is completely necessary.
One night he talks to me, and I respond. Not because I like him; because … just because.
"You know, I'm not all that bad," he says with a smirk that I suddenly don't find so troublesome and intimidating.
Our conversations become more frequent, and eventually I think that maybe I'm beginning to see him as a friend.
He enters with a giggling Parkinson on his arm. They disappear into his room together, and I feel… strange.
My mind begins to wander subconsciously. She's a Pureblood, she's rich and she's a Slytherin. And I'm… not those things.
I've never felt so insecure in my life! It's not because I like him...
It's because I really like him.
"I bloody knew you were trouble, Draco Malfoy." I whisper to an empty room as a tear rolls down my cheek.
A/N: I will get around to OuiSexSi's idea within the next couple of days!