*:･ﾟ✧ 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 *:･ﾟ✧ {Draco x reader}

Hot chocolate (pt.2)

fluff
year: 5,6 or 7
warnings: none
a/n: second part of 'insomnia' :)
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You had woken up in an empty bed, feeling cold. "Draco?" You mumbled, still trying to wake yourself up. On the other side of the bed, where he had been last night, was a green crewneck with a note on top. You smiled to yourself while crawling over to read the note.

Went to get brunch! be back soon <3
p.s. it gets cold in the morning, wear this :)
-D.m.

Your cheeks burned a dark red as you scanned over the note. You put the note on your nightstand, making a mental note to bring it back to your dorm. You held up the crewneck by its shoulders. It was a plain, dark green, with a small 'd.m.' in the corner. You slipped on the sweater and stood to look in the mirror, it went past your thighs and was visibly too long for your arms. The braids from last night looked messy, crazy baby hairs flew out in every direction, which made you chuckle.

You slowly examined the black cork board, filled with stuff. You'd read the last poem he wrote, and was interested to see more. Your eyes wondered from pictures to drawings, to notes and school times tables.

There was a specific picture, one Draco had took in third year. It was of you, up in a tree, smiling like an idiot. You remembered that day, it was his birthday and you guys hung out the whole week. His favourite gift was his constellation painting, the one you made. It was propped up above the fireplace, right next to another framed picture from that week. Your mind went back to the poems on the board, aching to read more. One poem caught your eye, it's silver words glistened.

More then enough

I wish there was some way
To tell you,
To break off a part of my mind
And show you
Just how much you've touched me.

Your words you speak
Like a thousand love soaked pages
Like a million goodbye kisses.

So, though you haven't made contact
With my ever longing skin,
The sight of you
The glow of you
The mere essence of you,
Is more then enough.

A wave of butterflies grew in your stomach, along with a jittery feeling in your feet. There wasn't any evidence it was about you, but you had a really good feeling about it. You knew Draco liked to write, but never stuff like this. Your mind focused on one question, should you confront him?

Just then, the door swung open, "Y/n?" Draco's gentle voice filled the room. You quickly scattered away from the board, "Sorry i left, you were sleeping and i knew you needed it." He smiled while handing you a plate of eggs and sausage.

"Yeah, that was one of the best nights i've gotten in a while." You took the plate from him and walked over to the desk in the other side of the room. Draco followed, sitting in the edge of the bed closet to the desk. "Nice sweater, y/n." He nodded towards you, "Matches your eyes."

You chuckled, "Thanks, I didn't think it was that nice but oh well."

"Oh? Might as well take it back then." He jokingly extended his arm, mentioning for you to give the crewneck back.

"Shut up." You slapped his arm away from you, causing him dramatically pout and rub it. "You could say I like it."

"Yeah?" Draco got up from his spot, stealing a piece of your sausage, "Keep it then." He smirked, making you blush. You ate the eggs and sausage, casually talking with Draco the whole time.