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If there was one person on Earth who was the definition of annoying, it was Pansy Parkinson.
At least that’s what Draco thought anyway.
She would constantly cling onto him and leave some not so subtle hints for him to ask her out and date her. That is, along with the rumours she would spread herself about Draco having a massive crush on her.
Everyday would be the same: get up, have breakfast, Pansy would talk his ear off about some nonsense, he would tell her he’s not interested, she wouldn’t listen.
Then next on the list was going to class, seeing you, you’d make him laugh, then have some lunch. Pansy would corner him again in the Great Hall, then he’d go back to class, finish class, avoid Pansy until dinner, most likely run into you, spend time with you, go to dinner, and be blindsided by Pansy again.
Any time off that Draco had, he would be approached by the annoyingly resilient girl he just couldn’t get rid of. She just didn’t get the fact he wasn’t interested.
He sighed, irritated already at only 8am, picking at his slice of toast on his plate.
Crabbe and Goyle were sat with him stuffing their faces as they usually did. It was almost sickening really and despite the fact Draco had hissed at them repeatedly to stop spraying food on him while they talked, food flying out their mouths, they never listened. Draco thanked his parents silently for teaching him some manners at least.
He felt her before he saw her.
The Malfoy boy swore the room dropped several degrees as the girl he dreaded to see sauntered in like she owned the place, eyes narrowing on him as she made a beeline towards him.
Even Crabbe groaned when he saw her.
Now that was really saying something.
“Hi Drakey baby”
“Don’t call me that”
“Aw you know you love it”
“No, I really don’t, Parkinson, I can’t tell you enough to be completely honest”
Pansy ignored him, like usual, and continued to talk at him about something mind numbing as Draco made the conscious straining effort to drown her out.
That was until he saw you entering the Great Hall.
Unconsciously his eyes locked onto you and Pansy was as far from his focus as possible.
You greeted people when you walked by them, even at this early hour, and Draco couldn’t help but admire that quality in you. He watched as you sat down at your house table, welcomed by your friends as you grabbed your morning coffee; something he knew you wouldn’t be able to get through the day without.
Your eyes then flittered around the Great Hall before they locked with his, smiling at his already warm stare on you.
Raising a hand you wiggled your fingers at him in a wave which he acknowledged with a grin.
Your eyes shot to Pansy before returning to Draco with the most sarcastic eyebrow raise he’d seen on you, before you went one step further, and wiggled them suggestively.
You knew how much Pansy bothered your friend, his excessive ranting to you about the annoying girl proving that fact to be correct. So you, being the good friend you are, would always sarcastically make fun of his unfortunate situation.
His eyes narrowed at you in a mocking glare to which you couldn’t help but laugh at, enjoying his misery.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Draco’s gaze was snapped away from you to the girl beside him who had poked him harshly in the arm and fitted him with a glare of her own.
“Nope”
“Draco!”
He zoned her out again, eyes finding yours once more which crinkled in amusement at his situation.
He rolled his eyes at you, a daily expression to show how irritated he already was before the day had really even started. You shrugged your shoulders back, acknowledging his irritation before one of your friends caught your attention by waving a hand over your face, effectively breaking your silent conversation with the Malfoy boy.
Draco sighed again and checked his watch.
The small hands showed he still had another half an hour before class, and the boy prayed time would move faster so he could get away from the persistent headache that was Pansy Parkinson.
You took your seat in the potions classroom, smoothing down your robes as you readied yourself for your last class of the day.
The entire day had dragged and you were just thankful to nearly make it through, with only the exception of Potions class. Normally this wouldn’t be too bad thankfully because of your potions partner, but it currently seemed like he was late and class was about to start any minute.
The door to the room slammed open and Snape strode in, black cape billowing behind him like a giant bat. You shoved the laugh that threatened to escape your lips down as the thought played over in your head.
“Quiet” the dark haired professor shot the class a nasty glare. “Today you will be making the Draught of Peace. Your mark for this potion will go towards your final grade so you best not mess it up.”
The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
“Begin.”
Just as you stood up to get your ingredients, the door banged open again and a flustered Draco entered the room with a scowl on his face. Snape barely batted an eye at Draco’s late entrance, only pinning him with a firm look before moving onto glare at some unfortunate Hufflepuff.
Draco took his seat next to you and dropped his bag under the desk with a thump after taking out his potions textbook.
“What potion are we doing?” he asked not even looking at you as he skimmed his way through the book.
“Draught of Peace” you replied with a frown “You okay?”
Draco slammed his book shut with a sigh and turned to you with a furious look on his face.
“She tried to give me a bloody love potion!”
The ‘she’ in question was no mystery to either of you as you knew exactly who he meant. Even still, your jaw dropped as you reciprocated his statement with a look of utter disbelief.
“What?!”
“A bloody love potion!” he practically growled “I can’t believe how fucking deranged she is that she can’t understand the words ‘I’m not fucking interested!’, I mean is she delirious?!”
You didn’t really know what to reply, which was apparently evident on your face as Draco sighed, calming himself down.
“How did you find out she tried to give you a love potion?” You managed to question.
“Blaise knocked my cup out of my hand before I could drink it, said he saw her put something in it across the Great Hall and managed to get to me before anything happened.”
“Merlin” you cursed “she really is desperate.”
“You’re telling me” he rolled his eyes in exasperation before he reopened his textbook to the right page this time.
The two of you started your potions, working together as a team like you usually did which helped each of you out at the end of the day.
“You know,” you said stirring your cauldron “she may stop bothering you if you actually date someone else?”
Draco suddenly froze at the suggestion.
“I mean, if you were actually in a relationship with someone else.” You continued to speak your mind, not noticing the blonde boy’s mind now whirring full of a new idea. “She might back off and leave you alone when she sees your not available anymore. Just a thought.”
It was then Draco turned to you with a new light in his eyes and a look of wonder on his face.
This, you noticed.
“What are you thinking about?” you frowned.
“That that’s a perfect idea!” he practically glowed. “You could date me!”
You swore you almost choked on the air in your lungs.
“What?!”
“See, it would work so well! She would finally leave me alone and give me some peace of mind so I don’t go insane, and we get on so well anyway that no one would really blink an eye if we started dating!”
He had now completely turned to you, eyes wide at his idea, huge grin across his face. His hand rested on your arm as he tried to portray his enthusiasm for this idea.
“Draco… I don’t know” you were apprehensive about the situation.
“Oh (Y/N), come on, please! Help me out! Call it a favour?”
“A favour is when you ask a friend to copy notes from a class, not fake an entire relationship!” you whisper shouted at him.
“Come on, I’ll even buy you that Honeydukes bundle and pair of boots you’ve been going on about for ages for Christmas?”
“Draco-”
“I’ll play nice with Granger?!”
You went to turn down the idea again but stopped yourself as soon as this entered the bargain.
“You’ll be nice to Hermione?”
“…yes”
“Merlin, you’re serious about this?”
“Deadly”
Hermione had been your friend since first year and the most crucial problem of your friendship was the friendship you had with Draco. The Granger girl felt she couldn’t really say how she absolutely hated Draco to you, and the fact he constantly tried to go out of his way to be horrible to her.
You knew Draco picked on Hermione and you constantly would tell him off about it with the promise he’d listen and not do it again. That was, only for the moment to pass, and another comment being made about her being a ‘mudblood’ would slip past his lips.
You watched as Draco watched you with apprehension. No matter how much he was putting on a calm exterior, you could tell he was serious about this.
“…So you’ll be nice to Hermione and get me the big basket of chocolate in the Honeydukes window?…and the super cute designer boots?”
“Yes!” he said adamantly “I’ll even get you two bundles of the chocolate, and the boots in however many colours you want”
“They only really look good in black but I guess owning the tan brown ones couldn’t hurt” you contemplated “Throw in the matching tan jacket?”
“Done”
“Draco Malfoy, looks like you’ve got yourself a fake girlfriend” you grinned knocking your shoulder against his own “Don’t be too desperate though or I might think your name’s Pansy”
He shot you an unimpressed look.
“Kidding” you winked before turning back to your potion
“I can’t believe you caved because of chocolate, new boots and the fact I said I’d be nice to Granger” he chuckled, returning to stir his own potion “you’re so easy to please.”
“And the jacket! Don’t forget the jacket!”
“Of course… and the bloody jacket”