remuslujpins:

To most, if not all of the Hogwarts population Draco Malfoy was a rich, arrogant, over dramatic prick of a daddy’s boy. And he was; but he was also so much more then that. The vast majority of Hogwarts didn’t see that he was smart and funny, nor did they see him in moments like this; where it was just the two of you, where he was stretched out across the length of his bed with a book in his hands and your head rested lazily against his tricep, eyes drooping down as you battled off sleep.

“Draco?” You murmured, the sent of expensive cologne and cider filled your nose.

“Yes love?” He didn’t take his grey eyes off the page, though he had stopped reading. You had always loved his eyes; when he’d asked you why you had told him it was because they reminded you of the clouds from a brewing snow storm, not dark like a rain storm but still dangerous.

“I love you,” you told him, you’d said it the same way you would tell him the weather, as a matter a fact, as something that could not be disputed.

Draco turned his head, a gentle smile- something else your peers didn’t get to see -graced the corners of his lips and he leaned over and pressed them to the crown of your head.

Though he didn’t say the words back you could hear them ring loudly in your ears as he pulled away.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked quietly. You met his eyes and smiled back kindly, your hand cupping his face.

“You pulled back the curtain and let me in.”

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