You are (Y/N) (L/N), a 5th year Gryffindor. You are in the same year as Abraxas Malfoy, you're crush. You are well know for having a short temper.
*Your POV*
I had been sitting at a table in a corner of the library for about an hour, when somebody sat down next to me.
"If you say a word, I'll kill you." I threatened thinking it was Smith, a third year who just couldn't take a hint.
The person laughed, making me look up from my Potions book.
"I can't tell if you're joking or not." Abraxas laughed.
"Stick around long enough and you'll find out." I replied with a smirk.
That definetly made him stop laughing.
"Anyways, I thought you were someone else." I said, looking back down at my book.
"Good to know you didn't mean to threaten me." He said, almost teasingly.
"I never said that." I joked, looking up at him.
"Anyways, I didn't just come over here to get threatened." Abraxas said, turning slightly red.
"Oh?"
"I was wondering if you'd go with me to Hogsmeade." He said, blushing more than before.
"Of course." I said, without hesitation.
"Really?" Abraxas asked, snapping his head up to look at me.
"Really." I confirmed.
"I thought I'd atleast have to talk you into it." He mumbled.
"I can take it back so you can try to take me into it." I said.
"No!" Abraxas exclaimed a little too loudly, making the librarian and many students glare at us.
"Okay, "I said with a smirk." I'll meet you at the carraiges at 10 on Saturday morning."
I pressed a kiss to his cheek before gathering my stuff and standing up.
"I better get going, see you Saturday." I said, smiling at Abraxas.
"Yeah, see ya." He said, blushing.
