Draco Malfoy 💚

The classroom buzzed with low conversations as the professor walked to the front. The door opened with a creak, and all eyes turned toward you as you entered

Sorry for being late... I was doing things you said, breathless, with a smile on your lips

The professor arched an eyebrow, clearly used to your dramatic entrances, and said nothing. Silence had barely returned when the door slammed open again. Draco entered looking like a mess: hair disheveled, robes crooked, and an expression of absolute indignation

__ pushed me down the damn stairs! he exclaimed, scandalized, as if he had just survived an assassination attempt

Some students gaped, others barely managed to hold back their laughter. The professor let out a long, weary sigh. You turned slowly toward Draco, with a sweet and feignedly innocent smile

“Push” is such an ugly word you said in a soft tone I would call it more of... a little nudge full of affection

Draco huffed, adjusting his robes with drama

Oh, I'll give you a little nudge... when I trip you up by the as—

Hey, hey! Language! Enzo jumped in from his seat, looking at him seriously You're in class, idiot

You let out a loud sigh, bringing both hands to your chest as if your heart had just been broken

Did you hear that? He verbally assaulted me... What a trauma you dramatized, with a pained expression that convinced no one

Both of you! the professor finally bellowed Sit down before I send you straight to detention!

Draco cast one last murderous glance before collapsing into the seat next to you, still huffing. You leaned toward him, so only he could hear

You're welcome for the cardio you whispered with an amused smile

You're a public menace he grumbled, though his eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement

The professor returned to the lesson, with the expression of someone who clearly regretted their life choices