(Y/n) spent every moment she could with the Slytherin. She had never fancied herself one of those girls, the ones that couldn't get by without talking with a boy. However, when she remarked on this fact, Draco only laughed.
"That's because you hadn't met me Hufflepuff," he had whispered sultrily before kissing her deeply. She sighed. Everything he did was intoxicating. The way he stood, walked, carried his books. She wondered how she had never noticed it. Once, she caught him drumming the table steadily as he read, his eyes focused on his work. This action in itself made the butterflies in her stomach go wild. And the worst fucking part was that he knew. He knew how crazy he made her, and he was finally content. At last, she felt the same towards him as he felt towards her.
For him, it was her smile. She smiled a lot, but when she truly smiled, his heart swelled. She was so powerful. So fiercely kind. So witty. So brave. She twirled her hair when she was focused, and bit the inside of her cheek when she was confused. It was the little things that drove him wild. He was crazy about her. He knew with every inch of his body that he loved her. Still, he refrained. Some unspoken boundary prevented the two from divulging their true emotions.
Deep down, shoved into the darkest corners of their minds and imprisoned in golden chains of ignorance, lay the fact that they both knew it wouldn't last. It was utopic, not practical. The two resided in different worlds. The Malfoys would probably scold Draco for even associating with a Hufflepuff, while (y/n)'s parents would pull her out of Hogwarts immediately for being within ten feet of a Death Eater. Even their friends would most likely disapprove. Still, the relationship persisted behind doors, in empty classrooms, and in dark stairwells. The sneaking around was quite dangerous, as they could be expelled if they infringed upon curfew one too many times, but they had only been caught once by one of the portraits, who was luckily a romantic.
When (y/n) couldn't see him, Malfoy would do his best to send her little presents. Not necessarily gifts per say, but things. A flower that he had found out on the grounds, an extra portion of fudge, or a chess piece, which actually became quite pissy when it was separated from the rest of its set. Coming from money, he desperately wanted to buy her the world, but she refused, settling for the little trinkets and stowing them away with the notes he had given her, locking her luggage trunk with a charm each time. One time, Malfoy had even managed to steal Flitwick's glasses, claiming that "he deserved it, the little git" for failing him on one of their exams. She disapproved, but laughed none the less, and made him return them.
(Y/n) couldn't have been happier. She was disappointed only because they couldn't date openly, but the secrecy made the romance sizzle. Sensing her disappointment, Draco insisted that (y/n) was still his "girl" whether they were public or not, which made her heart swoon. When she was in his arms, or looking into his deep gray eyes, it was the only thing that mattered. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs, and they were ok with that.
On the shorter side but this was just so lovely to write and I feel like they both deserve a happy chapter. Lmk what you think!
~ blushingvibez