Yes the title is so overused yes I used regardless ok plz just ignore it.
Summary: Draco sees you wearing his Slytherin jumper at breakfast and he can’t help but love every inch of it on you.
Pairing: Best Friend Slytherin Reader x Draco Malfoy
Warnings: Descriptions of physical appearance (mentions of words like slim, small, muscular, etc.)
The golden spoon absentmindedly slipped out of his ring clad hand and clattered against the cold tile floor, the sound pulling him out of his thoughts. Sucked back into reality, Draco looked up a little dazed to notice Blaise staring at him, motioning vaguely with one finger to the spoon that had fallen to the floor.
“Whatchya lookin at?” Blaise inquired, referencing Draco’s obvious daydreaming, only half caring about the answer as he thumbed through his Charms homework.
Draco blushed a little, inadvertently, knowing he’d been caught. He had in fact been staring at you, unable to avert his gaze. While this was a normal habit for him, admiring his best friends reddish curls and electric blue eyes and freckle dusted nose, he actually had a good reason this time.
He had nearly choked on his orange juice when you had walked into his peripherals just now, his dark green Slytherin jumper hanging loosely and familiarly on your petite frame. You had sat down just a few seats away at the Slytherin table, giving him your usual friendly smile and a giggly wink. Though probably not recognizable to anyone else, he knew his own clothes, and he knew when you were wearing them.
For weeks now you’d been falling asleep in his room. You would often stay up late to help him finish his history of magic homework he had neglected during one of his increasingly common and VERY private bathroom panic attacks only you knew about. Sometimes you’d rub his back as he twitched in his sleep, knowing he was getting another nightmare. But usually you just drifted off together, enjoying the sensation of warmth and velvet darkness and that of not being completely alone.
Staring at you once again he admired the way your white teeth glistened in the morning light when you grinned at him, and allowed his silver eyes to glance down at your pink cherry gloss coated lips for only a second. He imagine what they would feel like. You in nothing but his sweater, pretty pink lips pressed against his, your soft breath on his milky white neck, vanilla bourbon perfume enveloping him in the most dizzying intoxicating way, whispering how much you-
“Draco!” Blaise said again, this time more sternly. A half smirk adorned his face as he already knew the answer - probably.
“What? Yes.. no I mean No.. I mean I’m not looking at anything!”
Draco shot Blaise a glare that told him not to press it anymore.
The three of you were close friends, banding together after being the first ones sorted into a Slytherin first year. But as you got older and grew closer, there were possible some unspoken feelings between you and Draco. Theo questioned the sleepover, and Blaise the list full drawn out looks between the two of you in the Great Hall. It didn’t take a genius to know that Draco wanted you as more than just a friend, and desperately so. He mustered all his self control and tore his eyes away from his friend, collecting his books and strutting off to begin his day in a hurry, but not before shooting one last knowing, icy, “don’t your dare open your mouth you git” glare at a smirking Blaise.
You slipped into Draco’s dorm in a huff, having run all the way from the astronomy tower in order to catch the last of the departing owls for a letter. Cold and flustered you took a moment to compose yourself and looked around, familiar surroundings and smells greeting you.
You took in your neatly folded set of silk pajamas that sat on the foot of Draco’s bed, in case of a sleepover. Your glass perfume bottle sat precariously close to the edge of his dresser, accompanied by his fancy cologne you loved immensely.
With a rustling from the bathroom your favorite blonde emerged, and stopped at the sight of you in his doorway. He smiled and eyed you from afar, drinking you in. His expression was clouded and you walked over to him, a little nervous.
In all honesty you had forgotten you were even wearing his sweater this morning, rushed out the door to breakfast practically in your pajamas as to not be caught in Draco’s dorm by another prefect (god forbid). The only reason you remembered you had it on was because of the way Draco stared at you when you wore his clothes in public, the gaze that had so fondly followed you this morning.
You met his hazy clouded eyes with your big blue ones and tried to read his face. You were always good at seeing his emotions flicker across his eyes, and you sense something off. You probably did steal too much of his stuff after all, maybe he wanted all those night shirts back.
“You’re not.. mad... are you?” You asked softly, twirling your hips so his jumper hanging off of you twirled a little. “You like it on me right?”
He placed a gentle finger under your chin, bringing your face up to finally be level with his.
“Yeah, I love it on you sweetheart.” Draco grinned lazily back at you, admiring your frame while his fingers playing with yours, adoring the sensation of you twirl some of his cold silver rings around his digits.
A soft, breathless smile upturned on your rose colored lips, gloss long gone by the trials and tribulations of the day, and you allowed the luxury of flickering your gaze from Draco’s muscular hands to his piercing eyes. You kept eye contact while you whispered something you’d always thought about.
“I love it when you call me that.”
With a smirk, Draco enclosed your little hand inside his, causing you to break eye contact and look down at his palm enveloping yours.
“I know you do.” Draco responded with a quiet smile, subtly using his grip to tug you just an inch closer, relishing in every second he had with you and every centimeter closer you got until he could almost taste you in every way he’d ever imagined.
You returned your gaze to his, his dark eyes glimmering under the soft golden light of the candles on his dresser, the crushed velvet darkness of the night making the air feel all that much heavier. Your chest swelled, and the warmth his hands were providing spread throughout your entire body, igniting a fire inside your veins, and loving the familiarity of his gentle hold. He looked so honest and genuine, his eyes telling you he wholeheartedly cared about you just as you did about him, and the thought brought a smile to your lips, mirroring the one that rested on him.
Your eyes locked with his for the final time l, falling into his touch, and lips brushing ever so gently against his skin as you murmured, “I love you a whole lot, you know.”
Leaning forward, and pressing a soft ghost of a kiss to your forehead, Draco looked up at the ceiling to gain some composure and try and push down the flurry of emotions that bombarded him when you closed your eyes at the loving action.
“I love you a whole lot too, sweetheart.” Draco
mumbled back voice thick in his whisper.
And for now, those little, secret, shared moments between the two of you was enough.
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