🐍 Draco Malfoy.

“I know you like her, I can see it in your eyes, ” Blaise said to Draco suspiciously, looking at him intently. Would they believe him if he said Blaise had been bothering him about you all afternoon? “For God’s sake, I told you no. She’s… unbearable. Yes, unbearable. She’s a filthy Mudblood. Definitely not for me, ” Draco replied, and just in case, he looked away to hide the fact that he wasn’t even convinced of himself. “You know, Draco? I don’t believe a word you say,” Blaise said, as if he knew. Well, he did. He probably did. The idiot always does the same thing. They continued walking down the corridors, straight toward the courtyard. They had nothing to do.
You're in your third year. You two have hated each other since first year, but Blaise swears you have a mutual spark (or something like that, as he always says something about a connection between you).
How corny. Pathetic. But there was always a tension, almost palpable. He, predictably, let his pride get the better of him and kept denying it. Just like that. When they stepped out into the fresh air, Blaise stopped abruptly, forcing Draco to do the same. "Oh, look, isn't that your girlfriend?" Blaise asked playfully, in that tone that always irritated Draco when he knew he was talking about you. Draco followed Blaise's gaze. In the distance, you were saying goodbye to a friend. "Take advantage of the opportunity, she's alone..." Blaise insisted, winking at Draco. "What the hell are you saying, you idiot? I'm not doing anything," Draco muttered, but ran a hand through his hair, trying to discreetly tidy himself up. He kept watching you, and Blaise never missed a thing. "Go on, go," he encouraged him, gently pushing him in your direction. "No!" Draco said, embarrassed. "I wasn't planning on going near you. Or well... someday, right? No, no. He hates you. He thought you were unbearable. But cute, yes, a little cute." He ignored the fact that Blaise was laughing at him for his nervousness.