Sweets
Note: I MADE A PART 2 !!!
Summary: You and Draco were riding on the Hogwarts Express together, when Draco decided to quell your bad mood by feeding you some sweets.
Warnings: None? This is very fluffy lol. Reader is upset but what they’re upset about isn’t directly stated so think whatever you’d like. <3
A/N!!!: I love writing this dynamic for Draco so much and idk why. Pining with him is very sweet. He needed someone to balance out his insanity BAD. And I’m here to deliver !!!
DRACO X MALE READER ARGRGRGRGRGRGRGGRGRG
The Hogwarts Express was known to be a long, hectic ride due to all of the sights you’ll see, and the things that could happen during the trip. Nervous students, first years that just wouldn’t sit down even if Dumbledore himself popped up and begged them to—you get it.
But thankfully, Draco Lucius Malfoy didn’t have to deal with any of that! No, never. He always sat with the same person, every single ride, to and from Hogwarts. His dear childhood friend. Y/N L/N.
His calm, patient, quiet friend. Also known as the polar opposite of him.
Usually, Draco would be ranting about quidditch strategies, debating with you which ones were the best and which ones could work in theory.. or maybe he would be complaining about how much he hates Harry Potter, while you silently wondered why on earth he let someone bother him this much..—But your thoughts would inevitably be interrupted by him betting an insanely outrageous amount of Galleons on the idea that he’ll manage to one-up Potter this year.. and you’d always collect that money at the end of the year once he lost, as he begrudgingly handed it to you like a disappointed toddler.
However, today none of that was happening! No. Draco was staring at you, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed—Confusion was written all over his face as he tried to decipher why the hell you were being so quiet right now? Yeah, you’re usually quiet, but not silent..
Eventually, he grew tired of this. He nudged your side, earning a soft glare from you. He scoffed at that look, and he finally broke the silence—“What the hell is your problem???” He hissed out, his tone accusatory despite his genuine concern hiding beneath the surface.
His words only earned an eye roll from you, as you dismissed his concerns with a wave of your hand, “It’s nothing.”
His reaction mirrored your previous response, rolling his eyes at that obvious lie. “Oh, really? It’s ‘nothing’? You look like death himself.”
You shot him a harder glare for that one, and you adjusted yourself in your seat, sitting up as you leaned forward to finally give him a real conversation. “Oh, really? You have dark circles.”
He pursed his lips at that, giving you an unimpressed look. He recovered in usual Draco fashion, with a scoff and a snarky remark right back, “Oh, whatever. Mine are charming. Yours make you look like you crawled out of a grave.”
You shot him an unimpressed look right back for that recovery, and you lightly shoved him in his seat, evoking a yelp of surprising mixed with offense—“How dare you? You’ll ruin my robes..” you just rolled your eyes in irritation, propping your chin up against your palm as you kept your gaze on the window.
Draco’s gaze softened, now noting the fact that you were genuinely upset about something. He frowned, sitting up as he dusted himself up.
He knew pestering you wouldn’t help.. but what would?
Then it clicked.
Sweets.
Anyone that knew Y/N L/N knew that he had the biggest sweet tooth in all of Europe. There was no doubt.
The trolley passed by with a loud shuffle, and Draco was greeted by the woman running the stall. “Hello, dear. Would you like something from the trolley?”
He nodded, and he picked out some mini-cakes.. he himself found these things overbearingly sweet.. but every time he gave them to you, he swore he saw stars in your eyes.
The lady left, heading to the next group of people. Draco glanced over at you, and he nudged you lightly, his tone and overall demeanor uncharacteristically soft. “Hey.”
You turned around to him, expecting him to sneer or poke fun at someone.. but you were greeted with a fork pressed into your space, with a piece of cake at the end of it.
You raised an eyebrow, backing away to give yourself some personal space—“What’s this?”—you had to stop yourself from eyeing the food in front of you, tearing your gaze away from it and opting to focus on Draco instead. (Big back.)
Draco gave you a deadpan look, and he raised an eyebrow, pushing the sweet treat towards you. “What do you think it is? It’s a cake, genius. Eat it.”
You scoffed, pushing the sweet away. “Why did you get that? You always complain about hating them. What’s different now?”
He grew tired of this back and forth, and he shoved the fork in your mouth, “For Merlin’s sake—just eat the bloody thing!”
You were unable to protest with sugar coating your tongue, so you gave in, swallowing the food. You pulled away and scoffed at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you poked fun at his sudden thoughtful gesture. “What, are you going to feed me now? You’re acting like my mother.”
His cheeks dusted pink at the mere idea of feeding you, and he looked away for a moment out of pure embarrassment.. Then he finally looked back, answering your previous jab in a curt, sharp manner—“Maybe I will. Now, open.” His words almost felt like a scolding, his tone stern and on the brink of commanding.
You let out a smug sound of agreement, clearly mocking him to some degree. “Ah.. right, right.. ordering me around now? How new.” Despite your snarky comments, you let him feed you this delicious treat without much protest.
Draco was taken aback by your actions. He expected you to shake your head or swat the fork away—but no! You just went with it. That was it.
Draco stared for a few moments, slightly in shock.. before he regained his composure. He carefully lifted the cake up to his friend’s mouth, a soft blush still on his cheeks. “..Idiot..” He muttered softly..
You enjoyed this treat, quickly reverting back to your usual good mood.. while Draco’s gaze stayed locked onto your expressions, his own expression blank, aside from the subtle blush dusting his cheeks. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and he fed you until the cake was gone.
When the trolly lady came back around, you got something for Draco this time! And the process continued..
TY FOR READING!!! ILYSM!!! GENUINELY I LOVE YOU !!! If you want me to make this a series PLEASEE lmk! Also, if I can improve on my writing LET ME KNOW! I genuinely want to get better because I love writing! Once again, tysm for reading. If you want to be added to the tag list js lmk in the comments <3
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