Draco enters the library to study, alone. He hears crying sounds from a few aisles away. You are crying. To himself, Draco: y/n… You don’t notice him. He goes up to you. Draco: hey… softly You: argh! Malfoy, go away! Draco: why are you crying? You: like you’d care! You’d probably make fun of me with your friends for how pathetic you enemy’s sister looks! Draco: is that how you truly see me, Potter? You: what? Draco: I might hate your bother, but I don’t hate you, y/n.. You: what?? Draco: to be honest I don’t hate you at all… You: Draco..? Draco: come on, darling Wipes your tears away. Draco: much better You look at Draco, confused Draco: you’re too pretty to cry. You blush.