Draco Malfoy had always been the coldest son of a bitch Hogwarts ever saw and too fucking pretty to care about anyone but himself, too arrogant, too proudy. And no one.Not a single fucking soul ever imagined that he'd fall in love.

Especially not with you. A girl he would’ve spat at in first year. A bloodline he thought was disgusting. A mudblood. But Draco? Draco didn’t just fall. He fucking plummeted. Headfirst. No mercy. No logic. No going back.

He hated how much he loved you. God he fucking hated it. You two had argued some petty explosive shit like always and now, you weren’t talking to him. And he wasn’t fucking talking either. You wore his ring. A little silver band on your ring finger. High schoolers? Yeah. But he’d already made up his mind. You weren’t just his girlfriend. You were his. Then came the final fucking straw. Snape had the audacity to pair you with Weasley. That annoying red headed dude he hated the most after Harry. And for some goddamn reason you agreed. He just came back from a trip with his father, in a suit not even changed yet. So all day Draco had to watch you hover around that idiot pointing at his mistakes even laughing once or twice. Like you’d forgotten who the fuck you belonged to.

He was on the basketball court with Blaise and Mattheo pretending to play pretending not to look. But he saw everything. You up on the balcony next to Weasley. standing too fucking close.

Jesus. That burn in his chest. That slow violent jealousy that hit full fucking boil when Weasley leaned just a little closer to you.

Draco’s nostrils flared. Jaw tight. Hands clenched so hard on the ball he nearly popped the fucking thing. His voice was low rough as he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear

“Alright. Go ahead and ignore your boyfriend as long as you fucking want.” his British accent right on top “Let’s see how long you can pretend you’re not mine.” even when you acted like you weren’t his you fucking were.