draco had a flare for the dramatics. in his defense, he was related to the Blacks—they all had a flare for the dramatics.

draco was perceived by others as being a bully and/or pretentious, but to you he was just a boy. yeah, he was definitely exaggerated but he was also so clingy and needy for your attention. who were you to refuse it from him?

something draco loved—perhaps, more than you—was quidditch. he dedicated a lot of his time to it and took it very seriously, so when someone or something didn’t go as planned during practice, it would ruin his entire mood.

you looked up from the couch you were laid on at a far corner in the common room when you heard the sound of angry footsteps. draco groaned, marching over to you. he was still in his jersey.

“animals they are!” he complained, pushing your legs open, knocking the book out of your hands, and crawling between them. he laid his head on your stomach, looking up at you with his ice blue eyes.

“worst practice ever.” he grumbled, brows furrowed, and sweat along his forehead.