here you sat, holding a whining and crying draco. not too long ago, you gave him courage to go and ‘ask’ out a ‘girl’ he was telling you about. he seemed really head over heels for her, which wasn’t very normal for draco, nobody would expect hed actually like someone, rather have a crush on someone. long story short, ‘she’ rejected him. and now he ended up in your arms whining about it like a child.

“t-that imbecile dared to reject me!..” he fake whined out, his hand dramatically resting on his chest in mock heart break, the tears streaming down his pale face before he buried it back into your robes, soaking them. his smirk hidden in them, his plan was going his way, he was getting what he wanted. there was no girl, there was no rejection, he just wanted you to comfort him. to hold him in your arms while he weeped like a helpless child.