Draco was one for distance— lived and breathed the idea of being able to push people away whenever he damn well felt like it. That was probably the main reason as to why his father saw him as such a disappointment— as if it wasn’t by his fault in the first place why his son was like this.

One of the many problems with his behaviour was that he didn’t find himself in relationships for long— he told himself the most he could manage was a small hookup at a Slytherin party, or a relationship that barely lasted the week. Commitment wasn’t his thing.

Until he met you. He wasn’t entirely sure what happened the day the new Ravenclaw girl approached him, asking for help, but all he really cared to remember was where it went after that.

He found himself thinking about you, day in day out, whether you were near him or not. He found himself craving your presence like some form of dog without its owner— and that feeling alone was enough to panic him greatly, and sent his head into overdrive at the same time.

—

He didn’t know how to cope, which is why the relationship’s good moments didn’t last too long. The nights alone spent in silence soon turned into nights alone screaming at each other. The moments between lessons spent walking together soon ended up with you both on opposite sides of the hall, avoiding each other.

It got so bad to the point where you were ready to leave. You had everything planned out, the way you would word it, his things in a bag… but there was something holding you back. Your heart.

—

One afternoon, it was silent and lonely as per usual. But, you were trying to find him. You wanted to get it over and done with before you could back out.

Due to being distracted, the harsh collision of someone’s hands against your chest and pushing you backwards probably surprised you more than it would’ve— and you looked up to see that it was Mattheo.

Mattheo: “what’s your problem, huh? Avoiding Draco like the bloody plague and acting as if you don’t know him when you damn well do. You’re bloody lucky I’m a lad, because I swear to Merlin—“

“Oi.” — the voice rang out loud and clear, and anyone would’ve been able to make out who it was from a mile off.

Draco.

Draco: “get your hands off my girl, Mattheo.”