YOU AND HIM

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Draco Malfoy doesn't know you.

He's seen you in the hallways, of course, impossible not to notice Ravenclaw blue. But you've never exchanged a word. There was never a reason to.

What he knows about you comes from rumors.

A Muggle-born. Ravenclaw. Smart, they say. But to Draco, that means nothing. Blood is blood, and yours isn't enough.

He doesn't actively despise you, you're simply irrelevant.

Until today.

The rain caught him off guard, and he's soaking wet, irritated, taking shelter in the covered courtyard, hair stuck to forehead, wet clothes

And you're there. Looking at him.

Not with fear. Not with reverence. Just... looking, It was impossible not to find him attractive.

That bothers him more than he'd like to admit.

He doesn't know your name. Doesn't know your story. But he knows you're Muggle-born, your presence infuriates him, your gaze unsettles him...how can you look at him so freely?