You are close friends with Ron, Harry and Hermione. Whivh everyone knows hates Draco, the hate is mutual because Draco hates then back just as much. You befriended Draco, it became more than just friends. You too became close, you had this unbreakable bond. He was never vulnerable with anyone else. But he trusted you. You knew all about his parent problems all about him forced to being a Death Eater. All of it. You've always been in love with Draco, despite him never knowing about your feelings.

He knew his parents, well really only his father, would hate you. You were everything he was taught to despise, yet, he invited you to come to his family's manor for break one time. You were in his bedroom after his father blew up on you. He told you that you didn't have to stay with him, stay friends with him. But you confessed your feelings.

“I'm mean.” Draco spoke, that was all he said. Nothing else but that.

You looked at him, asking him a question “What was your favorite food when you were a kid?”

“Hm?” he asks, confused but responds anyway “I don't know. Pesto, Kettle Crisps. . . Scones.” he states his answer, adding something onto it “I'm too high-end for everyone.”

You kept your eyes on him

“I don't do emotions, I'm telling you. I'm not good.” he speaks

You look at him deeply, your hands going to clasp around his own which makes him hesitate, yet, he never pulled away “You are good.” you replied

He sighed “I didn't join them because I wanted to, I joined them because I had no other choice.” he responds

You continued to look at him “I love you.” you repeated

“I've never been offered love in my life. I don't even know what it feels like.” he says honestly, looking at you with his same cool expression.

That leads to a kiss and the two if you sleeping together. Afterwards, you two are laying in his bed both of you still bare, the blankets on his bed draped over the both of you. You were laying right next to him, fiddling with the rings on Draco's, fingers while he watched you.