"Malfoy?" I questioned, honestly not believing that he was right in front of me.

"Wood" he greeted with a nod.

Really? After many days he just all of a sudden wants to talk to me. Complete and utter disregard for my feelings and he just shows up unannounced expecting me to talk to him like I live under his command. It's so annoying, but at the same time I just want him to be back to talking to me again.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We need to talk."

"Obviously" I rolled my eyes. "But about what?"

"What the fuck is wrong with Parkinson?"

Really? That's the first thing he asks me.

Over the days he probably has gotten over me and that's why he's choosing not to bring up his confession. Well now I feel fucking stupid, but nevertheless I have to answer him and help him with the stupid Parkinson ordeal.

"She takes pictures of you when without you knowing. She has fucking problems Malfoy" I tapped him on the shoulder somewhat supportingly. "You should just get a restraining order or have her go to therapy. Wait not therapy-"

"That's a great idea. Could you do sessions together?" he asked with a smile on his face. I looked at him like he was fucking crazy.

I rubbed my head and inwardly groaned at myself. "I was talking about professional therapy cause she seriously needs it."

"I don't think she would actually go to real therapy" said Draco.

"Look I agree she needs serious counseling, but she doesn't really like me so I doubt she would willingly go to a session with me."

Draco pursed his lips and I couldn't help let my gaze linger on his lips for a second. His eyes flicked up to me. If he noticed he didn't say anything, but I swear I saw a small smirk on his lips for a split second.

"Then what should I do?" he asked sincerely.

"Well it's obvious that she won't leave you alone until you get together so..." I mused in thought.

He pointed at me with eyes wide. "What?"

"She wants to be my girlfriend so all I have to do is get one" he said.

"Where are you going to get one?" I quirked an eyebrow.

I knew that many girls would gladly offer themselves, but it didn't look right. I mean, could you imagine Draco Malfoy with a girlfriend. Who would it even be?

He clicked his tongue. "I mean your not entirely the girlfriend type."

He rolled his eyes. "I know, but for a few weeks I haven't exactly been doing what I usually do."

"And what would that be?"

"Oh you know, the basics. I haven't been shagging girls left and right. In fact I haven't gotten a good shag since the first party of the year."

"And why is that?" I asked. Obviously it was kind of concerning that he wasn't doing his usual routine, but for some reason I found myself smiling. It was somewhat relieving in a sense. Maybe it had something to do with the fact for my one sided feelings for him, but we will never know.

He shrugged. He knew the answer of course.

It was all when he had began pursuing her. It also had something to do with the fact that he wanted to prove to Adeleine that he was able to change for her and that he didn't just want her for her body. Her body was just a bonus.

But now even as he confessed his feelings for her he hadn't fallen back into his old ways. He found being clean somewhat liberating and he hated himself a little less. It was cleansing and he didn't realize how exhausting it was keeping up his facade and status.

"Never mind that" he brushed it off, not wanting Adeleine to know she had such a big impact on his life when she didn't feel the same way about him. "I have an idea."

"Uh oh."

Draco ignored that, "Before you disagree just hear me out."

"That just means I'm not going to like your plan" I said incredulously.

"Just hear me out."

I crossed my arms and gave him a look. I nodded so he could continue with his already awful plan that he had.

"Well obviously to get her off my back I need a girlfriend of some sort" said Draco. I nodded not knowing where he was going with this.

"Yes and I already told you that you have many options so just take your pick" I replied.

"We all know that I wouldn't want to any of those people so just listen" he said almost pleading. "I don't need a real girlfriend. I just need someone to fake being my girlfriend."

"Why can't you just get one of those girls that pine over you to be your girlfriend? Why does it have to be fake?"

Draco groaned at my constant questions and annoyance of his idiotic plan. "Because I don't fancy any of them so I need someone that will fake being my girlfriend and those girls want to be my real girlfriend" he explained.

"Okay and..."

He rubbed his temple. "Always been the oblivious one" he muttered under his breath which I heard.

"Well if you'd just given me a straight forward answer than I wouldn't be asking fucking questions" I snapped. "It's not that difficult."

"Fine" he yelled. "I want you" he pointed to me, "to pretend to be my girlfriend to get Pansy off my ass."

"No" I immediately replied.

"What why?"

Well I could have answered with the truth which was that I fancied him and it would be humiliating to play his fake girlfriend. Do you know how frustrating it is when the boy you fancy has asked you to be his fake girlfriend? It's just annoying because a few days ago he admitted his feelings to me and then is proposing something which goes against everything he said that day.

It's just so fucking confusing with this boy. Bi-polar much?

So I ended up going with a partial truth.

"I value my life" I said to him.

This was a partial truth. I had no doubt in my mind that Pansy and multiple other girls would come for me and try to take my life in order to have a chance with Draco. I was to young to die. We had just gotten out of a war and I was lucky to have survived. I wasn't about to risk my life again.

"They won't come for you" he reassured convincingly. "I'll make sure of it."

She kept her arms crossed and gave Draco a disbelieving look. "And I'm just supposed to trust that?"

"I swear that your life with not in any way be in harms way" he said. He took hold of my hand and looked directly into my eyes. "I promise."

I shut my eyes and let out a breath. His hands were still holding mine and I didn't want to let go, but it was just making me think things that I shouldn't. That we could possibly have a chance.

"But I still don't want to do it" I answered honestly.

It wasn't that the sound of being his girlfriend or even fake girlfriend didn't sound appealing, it just hurt my ego a lot. Not hurt, fucking crushed my ego. Now in front of me it just shows that we will never be anything more than friends or acquaintances and it fucking hurts.

"Please" he begged. His eyes were softened and I could see the blue hue in his eyes.

He looked like one of those adorable little children that get what they want by giving you those damn adorable baby doll eyes that you can't say no to.

Resist.

I shut my eyes so I didn't have to look at his stupid, but cute face. I shook my head in response.

He huffed in annoyance. "Fine, begging's not going to work. I wasn't going to use this, but I guess I have too."

I opened my eyes and gave him a confused look.

"I'm taking out the big guns."

I snorted. "Please never say that again."

The corner of his lip twitched upward. It made it harder to say what he was going to.

"Hurry up" I rushed him. "Go on tell me what" I grimaced at the word, "big guns you are going to pull out." I snorted afterwards.

He huffed. "You owe me."

I furrowed my brows. I certainly did not remember owing the boy anything. "Since when?" I asked, confused.

"Since you toyed with my feelings" he pointed at me and my face fell.

"For the last time if I did it was unintentional" I clapped back.

"I know I know, but you owe me" he said, holding back a smirk.

I let out a loud groan and threw my head back. "First off, fuck you" I stuck my two middle fingers out of him, "and second of all fine."

"Yes" he exclaimed.

"Your a complete asshole for using that against me when you know that it was not my intention to hurt you in anyway, but if it will make it up to you then yes I will be your fake girlfriend" I sighed.

"Thank you so much" he put his two hands on the sides of my arms.

I smiled uncomfortably at the contact. He took the hint and immediately withdrew his arms from my shoulders.

"Just thank you" he said.

His intense breathing stopped for a second and the bright smile on his face faded. I could feel his breath on my face, fanning my eyelashes as I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to find the stormy grey eyes piercing into my sapphire blue eyes.

My skin was becoming hot under the intensity of his gaze. I closed my eyes once more thinking that maybe if I reopened them that he would go away and this would have been all a dream.

It didn't work.

I thought that we were just going to end up standing there for the rest of the day because it seemed like either neither of us wanted to move or we were to scared to move. I was both.

He blinked his eyes snapping out of his hypnotized state. "Sorry" he shook his head, "thank you." He walked away without another word and I stood like an idiot, just standing in the same spot, watching his body become smaller and smaller until it was out of sight.

It was only when I was sure that he was gone that I was able to move my feet from my position and let out a shuddering breath.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?