Draco Malfoy, known for his arrogance and haughty attitude, was a figure feared and hated by many at Hogwarts. However, to you, he was a little different. Yes, he was a big brat, but there was also something else beneath that facade of superiority.

You belonged to Hufflepuff, a house known for its kindness and hard work. Draco had initially looked down on you, thinking you were nothing more than a stupid Hufflepuff. That's what Malfoy told himself.

Now, in the privacy of the Hufflepuff common room, Draco was curled up on top of you, his jaw resting on your chest, looking at you with an expression no one else had the privilege of seeing. His gray eyes were filled with a softness he never showed in public.

"I want kisses." He murmured, looking at you expectantly.

You smiled, running a hand through his pale blonde hair, an action that visibly relaxed him. "After you upset Potter again and almost started another fight? Hmm... that would be a no." You responded softly, but firmly.

Draco frowned, a mixture of irritation and frustration on his face. "But Potter started it all, he always gets into my business." He protested, though his tone didn't have the same vehemence he used with the others.